My Boss, the White-haired Nun

The man opened his mouth, subconsciously wanting to speak.But these words were not spoken after all, because in a sense, it seemed that there was nothing wrong with them.

"... At the end of next year, Otto will send someone over." He said after a moment of silence. "According to the agreement between me and Otto, he has three years to study him. But no matter what the final conclusion is, he will hand him over to me completely."

"Is that the one you did these things for?" the girl asked.

"It can't be completely said like this...Although it is true that the disaster was blocked for him, it is not just for him if it is reasonable to block the disaster for him." The man whispered.

"That's the original sin that originated in the blood... In the end, he will become a person who is driven by those things called responsibility like me, and can't help himself..."

"He should have the same appearance as me, but his hair should be black. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is my serious son..."

"He hasn't had a name since he was born. You can give him a name. If it was him, you can use the surname Nicholas... No, it's better not to use it. After all, this surname is not something to be proud of. good stuff..."

When the man said this, he suddenly paused, as if he was reminded of some extremely long-lasting memory, hundreds of years ago, a pair of silent and stubborn dark blue eyes flashed in his mind.

He began to smile wryly.

"If there is a chance in the future, you can let him take care of the members of the Shaniat family. You don't need to pay too much attention to it, just take care of it at will. But don't let him combine with the members of the Shaniat family... No , it doesn’t matter even if it’s a combination... After all, after so many generations, the bloodlines have long been thin..."

"To be honest, I don't really have anything to say... After all, no matter how difficult and bumpy people go through, how deceived and deceived they are, they will definitely have justice and righteousness in their hearts. Seeds, I'm not worried about his character, and I'm not worried that you can't teach him well. Since everything has been arranged, it's fine to let it take its course..."

Having said this, he finally stopped speaking slowly. The blue-haired girl looked at him, a little disappointed, but listened very seriously.

Although she didn't want to hear these things, Gong Ming had nothing else to say.

"Don't you like the gift I gave you?"

The man was silent for a while, but finally brought the topic back to the original point.

"No, I like it very much." To his surprise, the girl shook her head.

But she went on to say:

"Because you gave me something, I like it very much. But if this thing may have even a little relationship with [You will leave me], then I not only don't like it, but also hate it."

"...If that's the case, then I'll exchange it for a present."

He said so, motioning for the girl to close her eyes, then stretched out his fingers, and drew on her forehead.Something golden emerged from his fingertips, with streamers like fine fireflies overflowing from it, slowly submerging in the skin of the girl's forehead.

"Since you don't want an actual gift, then let me bless you. Not with any superfluous status or the label of Nicholas. But most fundamentally, with my name, I bless you."

He stroked his fingers lightly, drawing every sentence he spoke, writing stroke by stroke traces that no one in the world could understand.

"May you be free from disease, may you be free from disasters, may you be sheltered by all things in the world, may you be happy and healthy forever."

In the end, it turned into a rune that disappeared under the girl's skin.

No one knew what a crazy and daring thing this man did that night.He took the moment that God stepped down from the throne to get his hands on the throne of God, and created something that should never have existed in the first place.

"Although from my personal point of view, I don't want you to find out what I did today, but if one day there is a crisis that has reached this point, then this can be regarded as the last insurance."

The man got up slowly, got off the bed, and raised his hand to stroke her head.

"When God finds out that a mortal has stolen his authority, he will punish him with heavenly fire, from one to five. Because the authority he stole is also in this number."

He flashes a big smile.

"Now, as a thief, it's time for me to talk to our God Your Excellency."

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ps:

Two in one, make up for yesterday's.

And yesterday's chapter number was wrong, I have already corrected it (cover my face)

-------------Chapter Dividing Line---------------

January 1953, 95, at ten o'clock in the morning, west longitude 3 degrees 5 minutes, south latitude 3 degrees [-] minutes, in the Pacific Ocean.

In January, the point of direct sunlight is rushing towards the Tropic of Cancer as scheduled.Unlike the cold and severe winter in London, the sea area where Gong Ming is located is summer—in a sense, as a sea area close to the equator, there is not much concept of winter in the surrounding area itself. That's it.

The warm sun shines on the sea from the sky, and the heat brought by the sun is carried away by the salty sea breeze.If you don't count some diseases that may be caused by long-term humid heat to people who are not acclimatized, it is indeed a place suitable for human habitation.

At this time, Gong Ming was sitting quietly on the sea, waiting for the person he was waiting for.

Well, it is "sitting" on the sea, as it is literally described.

This is not his power or anything else, nor is it something that can be achieved by so-called "skills". This is something he seems to have comprehended from the moment he was born. learned instinct.

It was as if something long ago left him in those times before his so-called birth.

Such as the ability to walk on water, such as the ability to breathe in water, such as the endless vitality, such as the hot, burning, beating heart like a flame.

He didn't know what he had forgotten, but he had a feeling somewhere, something that must have been deeply etched into his soul.

He has also searched for the answer, and even in pursuit of this answer, he missed many, many things that he should not have missed in his early years, but now he is not so obsessed with finding the answer to this question, it is not that he has lost his obsession , but in the midst of disappointment again and again, this question was finally hidden in the depths of his soul by him,

And today, maybe it's an opportunity...or maybe.

Finally, when the sun's light has passed overhead and gradually moved westward.He finally got the person he was waiting for.

Perhaps, using the word "man" to describe Him is not an appropriate choice.

It was indeed something in the shape of a human, with a human-like torso and limbs. Although it didn't wear any clothes, there were no sexual characteristics of those human males and females on that body.The height does not look tall, nor does it appear short.The figure can not be considered slender, nor can it be said to be bloated.His whole body was shrouded in a layer of hazy pure white light, and the edges could not be seen clearly.Under the shroud of light, the face could not be seen clearly, only the blurred facial features could be seen.

It's very strange, I can't see clearly, but if I stare at that face, I will feel a strange sense of familiarity inexplicably, as if the people who used to get along with each other meet again after decades Familiarity, inexplicable but clear.