The Overlord Journey of the God of Creation

"Don't pretend to be pitiful with me, I don't know how many pairs of the same shoes have been prepared for you." Opelin reached out and patted her daughter's forehead.

"You are going to inherit the position of Duke of Maple Moon in the future, how can you ignore these basic etiquette." Opelin said solemnly.

"I don't want to inherit that position!" Angelina might have said something like that if she were a few years younger, but she didn't.

Angelina now understands that this is her destiny as the sole heir, and there is no other choice.

And saying that would make my mother sad.

"I'll pay attention," Angelina whispered.

"Listen to Lena, your performance at the dinner table is also very unsatisfactory."

"sorry."

"What's the matter with frequent trips to the bathroom, are you not feeling well?"

"nor."

Opelin's voice remained the same, while Angelina's voice became smaller and smaller, until at the end there was only a small mosquito humming.

"Alas," said Opelin with a sigh. "My dresser, second floor, you go get that thing."

"That thing?" The girl was a little confused.

"You can see what I'm talking about." Opelin waved, Angelina had to obediently go to the dresser and open the drawer on the second floor.

At one glance, the girl's expression froze.

"Mom~"

"bring here."

"Mom~"

"hurry up."

The cuteness was ineffective, Angelina was crying and sad, and she gave her mother a pointer who was very familiar with her and accompanied her from childhood to adulthood.

"Hmm." Angelina closed her eyes, reluctantly, but she still stretched out her hands.

As Angelina's only surviving guardian, Opelin dotes on her daughter very much, and will give her the best of everything, but she will not dote on her daughter, and she will never avoid punishment when she makes a mistake.

Not only a loving mother, but also playing the role of a strict father, trying to water her with love, and correcting her daughter's mistakes.

It is this way of doing both hard and soft, that Opelin can do his best to educate his daughter who grew up in such a malicious environment while taking on the heavy burden of the lord's government affairs.

Angelina closed her eyes and waited for the pointer to fall. To be honest, Opelin's strength was very small, and it wouldn't hurt to hit her palms, but she had been afraid of this since she was a child, and she had already formed a psychological suggestion.

After waiting for a long time, the pain did not come, and the mother softened?With this thought in mind, Angelina opened her eyes happily.

"There are still guests outside, so I won't hit you today." Opelin said.

Sure enough, my heart is still soft, the world is still a good mother!

"Come on, lie down here." Opelin continued, patting his fair thighs.

"Eh?" Angelina, who thought she had escaped, was stunned.

"Your palms are swollen, how do outsiders see them, so I don't beat them." Opelin said. "Come on, lie down here."

"Mom." Angelina turned pale. "Mom, I'm 15 years old this year."

"I was spanked by your grandmother the day before my wedding," Opelin said calmly.

"At that time, mom, you..."

"I was 16 years old. The reason I was beaten was that I didn't want to marry. Hurry up and lie down here." Opelan said with a very serious expression.

"Don't! I don't want it, I'm going to die, die outside, run away from home, and definitely don't get spanked!"

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"Miss, does it still hurt?" The head maid helped Angelina to tie the belt of her dress and asked with concern. "Do you need me to knead for you?"

"No need." Angelia was about to cry without tears. "Let's loose the belt, it's a little tight there..."

"The Duke's strength has suddenly increased a lot in the past two days." The head maid said, helping the girl loosen her belt a little. "And she doesn't seem to realize it herself."

"Well, I feel it firsthand..."

Before, Opelin's strength was much smaller than that of women of the same age. Now, for some reason, his strength has become so strong.

"Do you want to find a priest?" the head maid asked.

"No need." Angelia said.

How is it possible to find a priest for this kind of thing, do I want to lose face?

In the end, it's my mother, and it's not polite to start.

"Oh? Is this your dress?" Angelina was taken aback by the sudden voice as soon as she walked out of the room.

"Mr. Ling, why are you here?" The head maid's reaction was obviously a little faster than Angelina, she bowed slightly and said respectfully.

"Come and play with Lena," Aya said calmly, an answer that made Angelina uneasy.

"What did he come to do with me, is he lusting after me..."