I Will Eventually Inherit the Archbishop of Heaven

"Ok."

The lady who works as a part-time waitress mainly works as a Valkyrie and nodded with a standard business smile, then looked at Qiyana: "What do you need?"

"Bitter melon juice."

"Bitter melon...juice?"

The waitress was taken aback for a moment, and the movements of her hands couldn't help but pause.

"Don't you have bitter melon juice here?"

Kiyana raised her head, her blue eyes under the shadows were as calm as water.

"Ah, it's not. It's just that someone who can order bitter melon juice hasn't appeared for a long time." The waitress smiled awkwardly, and immediately wrote it down in a small notebook, then bowed slightly to the two: "Please wait a moment moment."

She turned around and entered the store.

"Well, I really want to lie on Rita's lap..."

Kiyana looked at Youlandelle, who was so envious that she unconsciously said what was in her heart, and let out a long sigh.

"I said, how long do you plan to follow?"

It has been about several hours since the two walked together, but judging by the expression of Youlandelle, she even seems to be enjoying it.

But Qiyana said that she was really tired, and the physical fatigue was okay, but the mental fatigue was a bit unbearable.

"If you really care so much, why don't you just go up and talk face-to-face, you have to be as sneaky as the paparazzi in [Valkyrie Times]."

She has no doubt that the two of them will be the headlines on the front page of the Valkyrie Times tomorrow.

"Because I haven't decided what to say..."

Upon hearing this, Youlandelle couldn't help but look away, with a frustrated expression.

"Seeing Rita chatting so happily, I always feel that it would be rude to go up and disturb them at this time."

She pursed her mouth, super wronged.

This is the first time that Urandale saw Rita showing such a gentle smile to someone other than her, and it was a man!

To be honest, I have a sense of loss that my old girlfriends for many years have been snatched away by others.

She glanced at Qiyana who was indifferent, and there was a trace of doubt in her heart: "Speaking of it, why didn't you react at all? Isn't Yann your fiance? Don't you...don't be angry?"

"Why should I be angry?"

Kiyana said casually: "Even if I have a marriage contract with him, but to put it bluntly, we have spent less than half a month together, and we have spoken very little, and there is no emotional foundation at all."

"Whether I am to him or he is to me, in the final analysis, they are nothing more than strangers bound by marriage."

She lowered her eyebrows and asked softly, "Do you care about a stranger?"

Urandelle didn't know what to say, so she could only lie down on the table dejectedly, face sideways, and continued to be forced to eat the dog food stuffed in from the air.

During the long silence, the waitress brought lemon juice and bitter melon juice, and then left.

Qiyana stretched out her slender fingers to insert the straw into the glass, drinking the dark green juice like a lady, her eyes casually glanced at the two intimate people in the distance, and her delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly imperceptibly.

Although she said she didn't care, she still felt a little uncomfortable seeing the scene in front of her.

This is also a very normal thing, even if there is no emotional basis, but after all, it is the fiance in name, watching the man who originally belonged to him flirting with other women in broad daylight, no matter how broad-minded a woman is, she will feel a little bit angry.

Even her mother, after hearing the rumors that her husband touched all the buttocks of all the Valkyries of Destiny, couldn't help but take out the black abyss and white flowers, put them around his neck and ask them kindly.

"Then you just watched your fiancé flirting with others, and then divorced you after a month?"

Youlandelle sipped the lemon juice and couldn't help shivering: "Oh, it's so sour!"

"Why do you make it sound like I've been abandoned all the time?" Qiyana rolled her eyes: "Then your adjutant may become someone else's adjutant in a month, maybe we will meet again next time." It might just be to invite you to her wedding banquet."

Urandale frowned, imagining the arrival of that scene, then lowered her head and drank lemon juice in big gulps.

Let her be sour!

"Besides, I originally planned to go to Otto's place to terminate the engagement after a month. How could I really agree to such a nonsense engagement?"

Feeling the bitterness from her taste buds, Qiyana curled her lips: "Unless I am out of my mind."

"Are you sure that the follow-up development will really be as you wish? Although Bishop Otto looks cynical on the surface, he has carefully considered the decisions on certain things." Ulandal looked up at her: " Since he personally made the marriage contract between you and Ian, there must be some hidden secrets in it."

"That kind of thing, who knows."

Qiyana straightened the peaked cap on her head, then stood up suddenly: "It's getting late, and the tracking game is almost over."

"Eh?" Youlandelle looked slightly startled: "What do you mean?"

"It means that I'm not interested in playing with you anymore." She looked down at Youlandelle who was sitting on the seat with a surprised expression, showing a sly smile.

Then, under her horrified gaze, he raised his hands up and greeted him in the distance.

"Yo, Rita! And my dear fiancé!"

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PS: Two-in-one, my daily life is a bit procrastinated, I try to GKD as much as possible.

88: Three Women, One Drama

In the evening, a bleak wind blows.

The blazing sun hanging on the sky is glowing softly, pedestrians on the ground are coming and going, skyscrapers are lined up like titans standing side by side, and the latest TRPG stand-alone 3A developed by the bishop himself is played on the big screen. The game screen of the masterpiece "Karen Fantasy II".

An open-air restaurant with a rather eerie atmosphere.

With one of the dining tables as the center, no one dared to approach it within a few meters. Even the lovers who were sitting in it all got up in such a dull silence, like a thief meeting the police, a mouse meeting a cat, Run far away from this dangerous area.

Pedestrians coming and going around would subconsciously glance at it, and involuntarily filled their footsteps and lowered their voices, keeping silent like a cicada.

In their field of vision, three beautiful girls with different temperaments are sitting on a soft sofa. The sun shone on their delicate and pretty faces as if they were covered with a faint golden halo. Everyone on the island knows the next bishop heir-Ion Apocalypse.

Strictly speaking, this is a very beautiful scene. I can sit and chat with three beautiful girls with long waists and long legs, chatting and drinking tea at the same time, and two of them are also the leader of the famous Immortal Blade of Destiny.

This kind of unique treatment is not only enviable for men, but also for girls who worship S-rank Valkyrie!

However, the only problem is that the atmosphere around them is as cold as a three-foot-frozen snow mountain, making people shudder just looking at them.

It seemed that an avalanche would erupt in the next second, and all those who watched the excitement would be doomed!

In the center of the avalanche, Yaen sat upright, with a dead expression on his face.

Beside him, Sister Tazi sat gracefully, her smile was as bright as a spring blossom.Facing him was the fiancée, who also smiled slyly like a little devil, with delicate hands resting on her chin.Next to her was a golden-haired girl with a pretty face and a cold gaze, her eyes were as cold as a butcher's knife, and even from a distance, she could feel the low pressure emanating from her body, as if she wanted to kill Ya Grace froze to death!

Those who didn't know probably thought that Yaen ate her rice and burned her house, and even the only adjutant was fooled away by him, with cat-like ferocity written on his face and eyes.

Things are a little off.

Yann lowered his head and drank his drink in silence, already a little confused in his mind.

Although he did consider that sooner or later Ulandal would come to his door, but he really didn't expect that even his cheap fiancée would come to join in the fun, even with Ulandal.

This is not as simple as 1+1=2.

There is a saying that there are three women in one play, and the three sitting in front of him are not ordinary women!

——It’s Godzilla in a woman’s skin!

All in all, the problem is big, and panic is useless.

Yan took a peek at Rita beside him. This maid, who has always had the attribute of hiding her black belly, obviously had an expression of watching the excitement and smiling, probably because she could not be expected to help. What's busy.

He glanced at his fiancée again, those blue eyes also meant that he was ready to watch a good show, he sipped the dark green bitter gourd juice, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and he didn't know what kind of plan he was planning.

I sincerely hope she doesn't make trouble.

Finally, Ion turned his gaze to Ulandal.

Since this straightforward girl who learned the truth sat here, she never took her eyes off him, like a magnet being attracted.

When Yaen's eyes turned to her, they collided head-on, faintly bursting out fierce sparks.

Ulandal stared, super fierce!

Yan said in his heart that I was afraid, and silently looked away.

Come on, it's better to ask for others than to ask for yourself. It seems that you can only rely on yourself to save the day.

"Cough cough."

He coughed twice, trying to maintain his composure.

"If you have anything else you want to eat, just order it." He handed the menu to Qiyana and Ulandal who were sitting on the side, as if he was getting rich: "I invite you to this meal."

"No need, Mr. Ian." Ulandal said coldly, "I didn't come here to eat."

As she spoke, she took another sip of lemon juice, and the sour taste spread in her tongue, mixed with a refreshing feeling.

"Does Qiyana want some?"

Seeing that Ulandal was about to attack, Yan immediately shifted his target and asked Kiyana who was playing with her peaked cap.

"Well, okay."

Kiyana raised her eyes and smiled softly at Yan.

Yan was taken aback, as if he saw a knife in this smile!

"Uh... what do you want?" He asked bravely.

"Just——the cakes you ordered when you were alone with Miss Rita just now." Kiyana said surprisingly, with one hand resting on her chin, looking thoughtful: "By the way, you were lying on Miss Rita's bed at that time. What was the name of the pastry she fed you when it was on your lap?"

She squinted at Yan, as if there was a little devil with teeth and claws living in her eyes!

Yan's face was stiff and he said nothing. This kind of question was obviously intended to provoke Yolandal's mentality.

Look at the people who are already a little frizzy, the slightly curly long blond hair moves automatically without wind, and faint streamer particles appear in the void, as if something is about to condense into substance.