The Overlord Journey of the God of Creation

"Lord Duke, you are drunk." Aya said softly, patting the woman's back gently.

"I... I'm drunk! I've only had three cups, how could I be drunk."

"You had five drinks." Aya made a five gesture to her.

"One, two, three, three..."

"I can't count, really." Smiling and reproaching, Aya hugged her and tapped Opelin's forehead.

"Hmm." Opelin blushed, and there was a tear in his eyes, which was extremely pitiful. Compared with the usual, charming or majestic duchess, there was more beauty in contrast.

Obviously a noble duke, she is indeed so helpless at this moment, like an abandoned child.

Such Opelin unintentionally inspired the motherhood in Aya's heart. At this moment, the maternal instinct belonging to the mother goddess of life is occupying the upper hand in her thinking.

"Lord Duke."

"I don't want to be a duke..." Operin said softly. "Call my name, okay?"

"Opperin." Calling the other party's name softly, Aya smiled.

"It's so warm."

"You're drunk, go to sleep."

"I don't want to sleep, I want, I want..." The voice was not clear, and Opelin muttered in a low voice.

As long as she uses [Abnormal Status Removal] or [Purification], Aya can easily remove the other party's drunken state, but she does not want to do so.

Opelin's frank and coquettish look like a child because of drunkenness makes Aya, who is now motherly runaway, enjoy it very much.

"Mom." In Opelin's eyes, the appearance of the young man in front of him was blurred, and he gradually turned into a beautiful woman.

"Yeah." He replied happily.

"I like you."

"Really?" Aya said. "Mom is very happy."

"Why doesn't my mother want me anymore, why do you give me to others, I don't want to get married...I don't want to leave..."

"Mom is here, I didn't leave you."

At this time, in fact, it was impossible to tell whether it was drunk. In the locked space, the two people hugged each other so tightly, each indulging in their own deep love.

"Wine, is it really that good?" Looking at Opelin in his arms, he closed his eyes and his breathing gradually calmed down, Aya said to herself.

In her last life, she didn't live to the age where she could drink legally, and her brother wouldn't allow her to drink because of her health.

She drank two glasses just now, but she didn't absolutely taste how good the wine was, and she couldn't experience the feeling of being drunk at all.

Because drunk seems to be counted as an abnormal state, but she has the passive skill [Abnormal State Immunity V].

I want to experience a little bit of what it's like to be drunk. Opelin only got drunk from the third cup, and I only drank two cups, so I shouldn't be seriously drunk.

Thinking so, Aya turned off the ability to immune to abnormal conditions.

Then, it went straight to black.

Chapter 73 Women and Women and Wine

"We are husband and wife from today. I hope to have a child as soon as possible, and complete the task of the heir first, can you, Gunneville."

This is what her husband said to her on the wedding night, a standard and indifferent aristocratic speech, which completely shattered the 16-year-old Opelin's lingering illusions about love.

"Yes, that's good." To give birth to a child, and to show the etiquette that a noble lady should have, is enough to decorate him. This is her task.

The man will give her favorable material conditions and status on the basis of completing the task. This is a very good deal. Everyone holds what they need and treats each other with respect.

"Also, from today onwards, my surname is no longer Gunnivale." In this way, the two spent their first night of marriage. The young master of the Colethwaite family is not too strong, but he is good. In health and nightlife, Operin soon completed the task of conceiving an heir.

The husband is not the eldest son, but he is an excellent magician. If there is no accident, he will ask for a noble title like a viscount from his father, and take a piece of land that is neither too big nor too small. A viscountess who does not disgrace her husband lives a leisurely life.

It was a script written for her by her mother who married her into the Colethwaite family.

However, plans can never keep up with changes.

First, the eldest brother was poisoned and assassinated in the war for succession, and then the second brother died of a serious illness. In just three years, she became the wife of the duke's heir.

The old duke died and her husband came to the throne. The four daughters of Earl Gunneville were not qualified to be concubines for Duke Fengyue, but they became the wife. She was lucky enough to be accepted by almost all noble ladies envious.

But the envied woman is not happy with this noble status.

Opelin was married from a foreign country. A few years have passed, but she is still introverted and has not integrated into the local aristocratic circle. As a duchess, her beauty has been praised by countless people, but her husband was only a loner after she gave birth to a child. A symbolic tenderness once a month, not even touching at the end.

He has other women outside. Those people may not be as beautiful as Opelin, but they are willing to serve and have the ability to act. They will not be like reserved noble ladies who can't make good use of their attractive parts. Can't even shout.

This lonely torment lasted for several years. Opelin lived a very leisurely life. In addition to fiddling with gardening every day, he was taking care of his daughter.

This kind of life did not last long, and the sudden death of her husband brought her to the front line of the power field.

"It's so tiring." The woman was walking alone in the snow-capped mountains. Every step she took, her body felt heavier and heavier. The wind and snow swept across her skin like a blade, but there was no one who could shield her from the wind and rain.

Opelin always had this dream, the dark sky, the fierce wind and snow, and she was struggling to move forward alone.

There was no one to rely on for a long time, so I started to get used to being tired, used to being lonely, and I started to feel that it was natural to spend the night alone.

Just when she felt that she was finally about to forget what it was like to be warm and took the Duke of Maple Moon as her only identity——