I Became the King of Villains In the Game

The culture of this world is full of content related to faith.

The beliefs of the seven righteous gods spread throughout the continent, and the Trisur Empire officially supports two churches, the Church of the Sun and the Church of the Moon.

The rest, such as the Stars Sect, the Red Apple Church, the History and Ceremony Association, the Hailing Regiment, and the Madman School, although allowed by the empire to preach in the territory, have been restricted and controlled in all aspects.

So much so that the most common beliefs of the people of the empire are the sun and the moon.

If they have reverence for Grandma Moonlight, then they are extremely fanatical about the sun.

The sun represents the empire.

The literature of the Trithul Empire was also heavily influenced.

"I don't like the sun."

Rebecca whispered.

"So I think literature is too boring. It is full of praises to the sun, without any new ideas...

And the sun often makes me so hot that I sweat every time I go out in a dress! "

The old butler had a keen sense of hearing, and with a movement of his ears, he captured Rebecca's words verbatim.

He couldn't help raising his eyebrows, and the wrinkles on his forehead deepened.

Binoz knew that Miss Rebecca was usually too lively, but she didn't expect that she was a little deviant.

Although not all aristocratic circles are believers in the sun, believing in the sun is politically correct.

The Sun King doesn't care which righteous god the people below believe in, and others have no right to comment.

But for a nobleman, believing in other righteous gods is not conducive to integrating into the group, and may even be faintly rejected.

"And what does Miss Rebecca like?"

Chen Lun put down the books and textbooks and asked with a smile.

"I like the moon! I have told my parents many times that I should believe in the moonlight mother-in-law, but they all disagree."

Rebecca looked a little downcast.

She raised her head and looked at the black-haired young man in front of her, with a hint of expectation in her eyes.

"Mr. Jack, can you write me a poem about the moon?"

coming!

Chen Lun secretly laughed.

He deliberately guided Rebecca, just to do something, to make a deep enough impression on her mind.

It can be seen that the Viscount Pompeii attaches great importance to this daughter. As long as she insists on letting herself be a tutor, the probability of staying is extremely high.

"Of course, Miss Rebecca...

Poetry writing is the most basic quality of a literature researcher. "

Chen Lun gently stroked his chest and lowered his head slightly.

Binoz sneered secretly, and almost sprayed his saliva on this shameless guy.

Although Miss Rebecca is playful, as a nobleman, she still has the ability to appreciate art.

Not to mention that Viscount Pompeii and his wife are here. Do you really think that you can pass the test by just making up two poems?

This will only make Ms. Rebecca and the Viscountes look down on them, and they will directly hate them when they don't like them at all.

rustle……

Chen Lun took the precious pen from Rebecca and began to write on the paper.

Smelling the wafting fragrance, he happily finished writing the poem.

In one go, without the slightest stop.

Rebecca stared at the handsome man with all her attention, almost staring at him.

"Oh my god, he's really good-looking, and..."

She reluctantly moved her gaze away from Chen Lun's face and put it on the paper, her eyes gradually widened.

"—He quietly poured down the radiance, covering the valleys and jungles, and once again my soul eliminated all troubles.

He sent his autumn waves tenderly, illuminating my dream, like a grandmother's doting eyes, watching my fate..."

Chen Lun closed the pen cap and put down the pen gently.

This poem is taken from Goethe, an old dramatist in his previous life, and Chen Lun slightly adapted it to fit the worldview here.

"It's a beautiful poem... Mr. Jack, does it have a name?"

Rebecca asked curiously, her cheeks flushed.

"Conversing with the Moon."

Chen Lun replied with a smile.

Rebecca held the paper fondly, and suddenly said in a low voice with some embarrassment:

"Mr. Jack, could you put a 'Poem to Rebecca' on it?"

Chen Lun smiled.

He took the paper, picked up the pen and wrote another sentence at the end:

"—to lovely Miss Rebecca, may Mother Moonlight keep her eyes on her forever."

Rebecca held the poem, the joy on her face could not be suppressed.

He praised me for being cute!

Really! ?

At this moment, Viscount Pompeii and his wife, who were walking, "accidentally" walked nearby. Noticing her daughter's nympho look, Mrs. Pompey secretly thought something was wrong.

"Rebecca? Rebecca!"

She called out twice before awakening Rebecca.

The blond girl immediately became dignified, and straightened the curled hair under the white soft hat.

Mrs. Pompey walked quickly to the butler and asked a few words in a low voice.

Binoz whispered in his ear, Madam Pompey's expression became strange.

"What's wrong?"

Viscount Pompey asked.

The lady immediately told her husband what was going to happen, and the viscount couldn't help being curious.

Did this kid write a poem that fascinated Rebecca so much?

"Rebecca, let us see what great poetry Mr. Jack has written."

"No!"

Rebecca immediately declined.

The Viscount Pompeii and his wife had no choice but to say:

"If we don't know Mr. Jack's level, we can't trust him to teach you, Rebecca."

"I do not care!"

"..."

Viscount Pompeii took a deep breath and decided to use the method he used to deal with his daughter.

"Then Mr. Jack's weekly salary should be paid by yourself."

"!?"

Rebecca was taken aback for a moment, then wanted to stand up and argue with her father, but forgot that her leg was still in a cast.

"what!"

She staggered and fell to the ground.

Chen Lun stretched out a hand, gently grabbed her wrist, and then slowly helped her back to the chair.

The whole process is smooth and smooth, calm and not rude, and it ends at the point.

Rebecca was out of danger before the Viscount Pompeii and the butler Binoz at the side could cry out in surprise.

"Be careful, Miss Rebecca."

Chen Lun said softly.

"um. Thank you."

Rebecca stared at him blankly, then nodded.

The Viscount Pompeii breathed a sigh of relief and thanked Chen Lun.

Before Rebecca regained her composure, Mrs. Pompey walked away from the table with the paper. She held it in her hand and read the words on it with her husband.

Pleasant font, writing a poem about the moon.

"This……"

After reading it, Viscount Pompeii thought it was absurd, but he couldn't criticize Chen Lun for blaspheming the moon god.

Mrs. Pompeii nodded again and again, and while she pondered, there was a happy smile on her face.

"Kelly, what do you think?"

the Viscount asked tentatively.

"Wonderful, but I think it would be better to change Rebecca's name to mine...

Ah, I mean, the poem is so generic it doesn't deserve Rebecca.

I think you understand, Pompey. "

Mrs. Pompey coughed lightly, and said as usual.

The viscount's face turned dark immediately.

Thanks to the beautiful lady—the 2 monthly tickets for Lianxi!

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