My Boss, the White-haired Nun

He shook his head.

"I really can't imagine anything that can defeat him. This man of steel..."

"Is there something that can defeat him? In fact, there are still." However, the voice of the Catholic Bishop came from the communicator again, with a faint smile.interrupted his emotion.

"..."

"Nicholas! Hurry up, so slow."

There were several people shouting and playing in the hall in the distance, it seemed that the man had returned to his seat.

"I'm coming."

"Ni, try this, it's delicious. Come on! Ah~"

"Haha, the taste is really good."

……

At the same time, the destiny headquarters, the bishop's office.

"If there is anything that can defeat him..." The blond man sat on his luxurious sofa, shaking his head with a wine glass in his left hand, and a communicator in his right hand, listening to the faint laughter from over there, Staring at the wine glass in his hand, looking at his own reflection on the glass, a mocking smile curled up on the corner of his mouth.

"That kind of thing...is called [love]."

take a day off

Suddenly something happened to me

Hmm... a plan of [-] to [-] words.One person, two days.

To be honest, when I heard the news, I really wanted to throw the computer in the counselor's face.

Two days, [-] to [-] words, that is to say, [-] to [-] words a day.It's still something so difficult to write about as a planning case.

Come, come, I'll give you the pen, and you can write.

Test!Even my editor has never been so terrible, okay?Are you doing something?Are you up to something?

in despair...

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It's night, eleven o'clock, on the banks of the Thames, on the top of Big Ben's clock tower.

Gong Ming stood on the top of the Capitol, overlooking the city from the edge of the roof. His long red hair was blown by the night wind, and the bustling lights of the city were reflected in his golden eyes.

The first time he came here was more than [-] years ago. At that time, it was not so much a city as a small town. At that time, most of the country was still a town, and even a variety of different At that time, Gong Ming came here from the prosperous place of China and the bright place of the holy city, but he only felt that it was barren and dilapidated, but it was here that he left the most traces, wandering in this small corner of the world for many years.

However, the city is already extremely prosperous now, and it is full of bright lanterns, lights of thousands of houses, and neon lights everywhere.

Inexplicably, he looked at the city, and suddenly began to recall the time when he and the girl first met five hundred years ago. At that time, he squatted on the outer wall of the Tower of London, and looked at the girl imprisoned in it with a smile. A girl in a white dress planting flowers.At that time, the girl in his sight was so clean and so lonely. When standing there, it somehow reminded me of the flower that was pressed under the stone, and I wanted to liberate it, even if the soft flower came from After the stone is low and liberated, facing the wind and rain must be the end of destruction.

"What are you thinking about?" The white-haired girl walked up to him, looked at the city side by side with him, and stroked her hair blown by the night wind.

This fourteen-year-old girl's figure already showed a sense of tallness. When she stood beside Gong Ming, she fell in love with him even more than him, but her height, which only touched the man's shoulders, had an inexplicable sense of harmony with him. come out.

Big Ben is open to the public from [-]:[-] pm to [-]:[-] pm. At [-]:[-] pm, there are no tourists here. Normally, when Li Gongming looks at the city from a distance, he is often alone, but this time, at least By his side is Cecilia...

Oh, and there was Teresa playing in the bell tower, accompanied by staff.

"In that direction." Hearing the words, the red-haired man did not turn his head to look at his daughter, but lifted up the book, pointing to a dark place in London's delicate body from a distance, which can be seen from a distance in the night The silhouette of the building built on the hill.It looks a bit like a palace, a fortress only from the edge, but inexplicably, Cecilia can always see some kind of dark confinement from the dark shadow.

"That's the Tower of London. When it was first built, it was used as a royal palace, but a tyrant was executed in it a long, long time ago, and then it became a prison for detaining nobles."

The words floating over from Gong Ming's side explained Cecilia's doubts very well, so the girl just snorted softly and didn't answer.

"A long time ago, I met a girl there." He looked into the distance. "At that time, she was only about sixteen years old. She was locked inside, like a bird in a cage. She looked out the window eagerly, but was restrained by chains and could not take off."

"So I walked up to her and asked her, do you want to be free? If you want it, maybe I can give it to you."

He paused slightly as he spoke, with a strange expression on his face.

"However, what surprised me at the time was that the girl squatting on the ground looked up at me and asked me, are you an angel or a devil? - because I used Yu Duchen at that time, and it was projected into her consciousness inside, so no one but her can see me."

"And then?" Seeing that he stopped talking, Cecilia asked softly.

She is indeed a good listener. She will not suddenly open her mouth to divert the topic in another direction, and she will guide it in a timely manner when the speech is suspended. For her age, this is indeed a rare thing. up.

"She is indeed a very interesting believer in God. So I laughed at that time and said: Angels should have wings, right? I don't have wings, so I am a devil. How? Do you want to make a deal with the devil?"

"And yet she answered this: She has nothing to trade, she has neither money nor power, she has nothing to give me."

"But I didn't want anything from her at the time. I just did it on a whim, without any purpose or expectation. I didn't even think about what I would do after I set her free, even though I knew if No matter what she says, she will probably die in the future. The best ending is to be caught again." The red-haired man looked far into the distance. "If you think about it this way, maybe I am indeed a devil."

"[Then trade your soul. It must be wonderful to use your soul as a bet to trade with the devil.] I said so at the time. But I have begun to realize that this matter may be a bit troublesome."

The man suddenly laughed while he was talking, his face was full of willfulness of a middle-aged man who tried to be brave. "But I'm a man who cares about face. How can I retreat from what I have said. So I bite the bullet and wait for her answer, but I have already begun to expect her to reject me in my heart."

“[Okay], but she said so at the time, holding out her hand to me. [If I can be free, then I will give my soul.]”

The red-haired man shook his head. "So that day we concluded a contract, from that day on we will never abandon each other until the end of time."

"The rest of the story, you have already learned it in the book." He turned his head and looked at the daughter beside him. "After that, I pushed her to the throne of this country. She was the third queen of this country, and her name was Elizabeth I. At that time, my name was Leicester. In fact, I was lying about this name at the beginning. I told her This is what the devil says in the devil language."

"Is it the love story between the Earl of Leicester and Queen Elizabeth?" Cecilia nodded. "I've seen it in a drama, it's really a touching story."

"Is it love? No?" However, the red-haired man was stunned for a moment, and then laughed, "It's just a rumor spread by future generations."