With one bite, the juicy succulent morsels burst forth, revealing a spicy flavor that perfectly complimented the rich shell.

What a delightful treat.

Suthean exclaimed, giving a thumbs up.

San Ba be met with outside the office window.

Clusters of nameless flowers bloomed vibrantly.

Oh, does the divine one remember me? Has the divine one forgotten me? A little flower battered and bruised, had its petals plucked one by one by a young girl.

The dollike Alice sighed sorrowfully.

This girl with her twin ponytails squatted amidst the flower bed, ruthlessly damaging a delicate bloom.

As she tore away at it, only one petal remained.

The divine one has forgotten me.

She struggled to voice her feelings, shaking her head vehemently.

How could it be? How could the divine one forget her? Alice is so lovely.

Alice is the divine one's precious darling.

Yet, it has been ages since she last saw the divine one.

Boohoo! The flowers continue to torment her.

Alice delicately tore the final petal in half.

The divine being has forgotten me.

At last, Alice raised the dimminionive flower, now possessing but a single half of a petal and smiled, proclaiming, "The divine being remembers me.

" The wind swayed the tiny blossom.

Ultimately, the last half of the petal fell.

It fell.

Chapter 266.

The Daily Life of the Death Knight.

Alice pursed her lips, her scarred face contorting into a comical expression.

She crouched down, diving into the flower bed, searching diligently until she selected the largest blossom, continuing her previous endeavor.

The deity likes me.

The deity dislikes me.

The deity likes me.

This continued until no complete flowers remained in the garden.

Upon raising her head and surveying her surroundings, a shiver ran down Alice's spine.

Oh no.

She had inadvertently plucked flowers from her neighbor's garden instead of her own.

As evening descended, Ariel returned home from a long day at the skeletal soldier barracks, only to find a flower bed at her doorstep in utter disarray.

This was her cherished cultivation space for seedlings.

With the deity's next meeting approaching, she had hoped to present a bouquet of flowers she had nurtured herself as a gift.

Now her expression darkened, activating her divine powers.

She sensed a faint lingering aura of the undead surrounding the flower bed.

"That shameless ghost has ruined my garden," she exclaimed in fury.

Her words were directed towards Alice's residence, having clearly identified the culprit.

It must have been that wretched creature Alice who possessed the ability to breach the barrier and wreak havoc among her flowers.

As for the reasoning behind it, mischievous spirits need no justification.

Mischief is their inherent nature.

Their previous interactions had not revealed the depths of this trouble.

But since the doll spirits had moved in as neighbors, Ariel had suffered greatly.

Henceforth, she could always find evidence of their antics nearby.

The leader of these spirits, who had recently gained a reputation for being friendly with the death knight, had built a small dwelling beside Ariel and her brother.

Over time, the influx of doll spirits had increased significantly.

In truth, this group resided on other streets and was notorious for their pranks, having accumulated numerous offenses due to the constant reports from the fairies.

However, Ariel had previously sought out Alice to gather information about the esteemed individual, thereby unwittingly becoming their neighbor, making it difficult for her to harbor disdain.

Now, what are you saying? Are you looking for Alice? Alice's head peeked out from the second floor of the neighboring building, gazing down at Ariel, standing in the flower bed.

At this moment, Ariel was clad in her armor, exuding an intimidating presence as if she were about to charge at her.

Alice shuddered, suddenly realizing that as long as she did not confess, what could possibly be done? Thus, the doll spirit feigned innocence, claiming ignorance.

To further emphasize her supposed innocence, she added, "You know, we cannot wrongfully accuse a spirit.

" Alice can be quite fierce.

Little did Alice know, the floral fragrance clinging to her had already betrayed her mischievous deeds.

Ariel observed Alice, who was solemnly fabricating tales.

Did she truly believe she could deceive anyone, being a ghost herself, spinning lies without a hint of awareness? Within the death knight's abode, a gentle breeze wafted through the floral patterned curtains, causing them to billow inward, occasionally brushing against the vase upon the windowsill.

Here lay a beautiful bouquet, a delicate arrangement of creamy yellow sunflowers paired with white roses and green bell flowers.

The room is adorned with delicate beauty where fresh and natural hues infuse the space with a radiant charm.

A few small orange lamps gracefully suspended from the candle labra and placed beside the workbench burn with a fragrant oil that gently releases the scent of jasmine.

Their luminosity is perfectly balanced, neither glaring nor dim, illuminating the entire workspace.

The moonlight flows serenely, and time appears tranquil.

A handsome knight, having removed his armor, now dons a comfortable attire as he busies himself at the workbench.

The white shirt envelopes his broad chest, subtly concealing his lean physique.

At this moment, his fair fingers deafly maneuver the needle and thread, weaving skillfully through the fabric.

Outside, flashes of ethereal light dance as two spectral generals engage in combat with purple, blue, and red lights merging in a display of arcane power, occasionally casting a glow throughout the room.

Yet, none of this disturbs Aaron's concentration.

He channels divine energy oblivious to the turmoil beyond, entirely focused on intricately stitching the patterns into the fabric before him.

The shimmering golden threads under his meticulous craftsmanship gradually become embroidered into the dark satin.

Once completed, this exquisite robe will reflect varying shades of brilliance from different angles.

A worthy attire for the divine.

This is a sacred garment.

Large purple, red, and pink diamonds skillfully cut and polished form the decorative tassels adorning the robe.

Rubies, sapphires, crystals, pearls, emeralds, and agots.

All these splendid treasures collected during his conquests are intricately combined with silk threads to embellish the divine attire.

The entire ensemble is respplendant, even more splendid than the azure dragon silk robe he crafted previously.

Aaron eagerly anticipates the moment when the divine being will dawn this masterpiece.

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The sound of a door opening and closing echoed through the hall followed by the rhythmic footsteps approaching.

Ellen spoke up, "Sister, the food is in the pot and the dishes are on the table.

I am still sewing.

Please don't disturb me.

" A frustrated voice from outside responded, "Brother, let me tell you, that little brat next door has gone too far.

It has destroyed the flowers I planted and refuses to admit it.

" "Creek.

" The door swung open.

"Never mind.

It's already too late for that," Ellen thought.

He paused his divine power, carefully unthreading the embroidery, drawing himself from his focus to gaze at his sister entering the room.

She appeared to be in a foul mood, evidently having had yet another altercation with the neighbor.

At that moment, she resembled a warrior returning from battle, her hair damp and disheveled, clearly having exerted herself.

Ellen was no longer surprised.

Alice, the neighbor, always sought attention, provoking his sister into a skirmish, which could be considered a form of training and a peculiar enjoyment of life.

He rose from his workstation, retrieved a teapot, and poured a cup of chrysanthemum tea for his sister.

Why chrysanthemum tea? It helps to quell anger.

Alice has truly crossed the line after our scuffle.

She finally admitted that she couldn't te resist my flowers and used them as a toy.

I sent te that mischievous.

What to do? He still wanted to present a bouquet of his handultivated flowers to the divine being.

Ellen listened to his sisteres grievances, striving to maintain a calm expression.