System! I Will Not Be a Saint!

Don't dare to move, dare not move...

"May the goddess be with us!"

"The original goddess is with us..."

Almost all the archbishops repeated this sentence excitedly or quietly, and lowered their hands.

But their eyes were still on Searle, their eyes were hot and grateful, and none of them thought about sitting down first.

Even Sharon stood up, and said to Searle a little passionately: "We have waited too long for this sentence, Your Highness the Holy Maiden."

Sharon directly raised Searle's suffix to the same level as her own, obviously trying to build momentum for Searle, and in the atmosphere at this moment, it is naturally impossible for anyone to stand up to object.

The current Syl didn't have the heart to pay attention to the differences in these titles, but she finally saw the only vacant seat, which was next to Sharon.

So Syl walked towards Sharon, smiled and said to the others: "Before the goddess, everyone is equal, please sit down."

Syl just wanted them to sit down quickly, otherwise he would be embarrassed if he kept staring at him.

But I didn't expect that her words would give me a lot of goodwill.

Fortunately, after Syl said these words, the archbishops all sat down one after another, but their eyes were still on Syl.

"Come... sit down." Seeing Syl coming, Sharon also helped Syl pull the chair away with her own hands.

Although Sharon is still the main seat at the table, Syl, who is at the side, has completely become the focus of tonight.

"Thank you for the gift of the Goddess of Hope." After a brief prayer, Sharon smiled and said to the other bishops, "Be casual and start preparing for dinner. Your Highness hasn't eaten all day."

Um! ?Has Her Majesty the Holy Maiden not eaten yet?

The people present immediately looked away, and after praying together, they all pretended to focus on the food in front of them.

Just from time to time, with the corner of his eye, he glanced in Searle's direction, everyone's heart is not at peace now.

"You still look like a child." Sharon looked at the situation below and shook her head helplessly.

These old guys are very strict when they teach me. No matter what decision they make, someone will object to it and talk for a long time.

Now they are all like children, wanting to see their saint for a while, but also afraid that their eyes will cause discomfort to the saint.

But Sharon understood their feelings very well. At least she was so excited that she lost her composure at first, so that she made a mistake in her busy schedule and almost lost the saint.

Don't dare to tell these old men and women about this matter, otherwise you will definitely be criticized for ten days and a half months.

Seeing the silent and anxious atmosphere on the field, Sharon tried to make this dinner more like a normal dinner, and started chatting with Cyr: "By the way, Saint Cyr, how is the holy medicine digested? What gift has the goddess given you?"

Gift?

When Syl heard this, she looked at Sharon and blinked in confusion.

"Oh yes, I almost forgot, I haven't taught you some basic things, not even Spirit Vision." Sharon rubbed her forehead with her hands, her movements seemed a little helpless, but the smile on her face It never stopped.

"Come on, close your eyes, let me take a look for you." Sharon said, and stretched out her hand to Syl.

Although she didn't know what Sharon was going to do, Syl knew that Sharon would not harm her, so she closed her eyes as Sharon said.

At the same time, all the archbishops present stopped eating in their hands.

Some people took out their glasses and put them on the bridge of their noses, some closed their eyes, but most of them just had a faint golden light from their pupils.

Many of them had already heard from His Highness the Pope that he had given the saint the holy medicine.

After taking each bottle of holy medicine, the user will receive the gift of the goddess, so as to grasp a little starlight of the goddess' vast wisdom like the sea of ​​stars.

The higher the holy rank, the stronger the gift you get, and the more difficult the trial will be.

The gift obtained by each person is also different, but it is guaranteed to have a supernatural ability.

Under their gaze, Sharon gently pressed her index finger against Syl's forehead.

In an instant, a holy golden light shot out from Searle's forehead, and changed twice quickly over the restaurant. It was difficult for people to see what it was, and then disappeared.

There were bursts of whispers of admiration and exclamation at the scene.

"Goddess, what a compassionate ability this is."

"Only those who have the courage to sacrifice themselves to protect others can be gifted with such extraordinary abilities!"

"When I was in the first-order lamb, my thinking was radical, so the abilities bestowed by the goddess were all geared toward combat..."

"As expected of Her Majesty the Holy Maiden, her abilities can bring hope to people just like a goddess."

"..."

The chatter at the dinner table was endless, and it felt like a normal thing, but today they were all talking about the saint.

"Good job, Saint-Cyr." Sharon also put down her hand, and the cheerful smile on the corner of her mouth couldn't be stopped. "You deserve to be favored by the goddess."

What happened just now was only for a moment, and in Syl's field of vision, nothing happened at all.

So Syl looked at Sharon in a daze, and then at the bosses who were discussing, a little at a loss.

"For our goddess, for our saint!" An archbishop wearing a red robe with white hair and beard raised the exquisite wine glass in his hand with a flushed face.

"For the saint!"

"For the saint!"

Everyone present raised their glasses of wine or juice.

Syl subconsciously raised his own green juice, but he didn't know what to say for a while, so he said weakly: "For the goddess..."

Then he took a sip of the juice in the glass.

Um?It's sweet and sour, and it's delicious?

Chapter 20 Chapter 20 Goddess, it's really easy to use

One dinner took almost two hours to eat.

The entire dinner process was almost spent when Sharon introduced each archbishop to Syl.

Although it was only the first day they met, Syl could feel their fanaticism towards him.

From their conversation, I probably learned why they were so excited.

For this reason, I have heard the nuns in the monastery say it before, that is, the other six divine religions have always had holy sons or holy women to pass on the gospel of God.

Only the Hope Goddess Sect, one of the Seven God Sects, has been broken for hundreds of years.

Having lost the channel of communication with the gods, the church has been in such a long time.

Although it can't be seen on the surface, the Goddess of Hope is indeed gradually weakening.

The most obvious manifestation is that there are fewer and fewer nobles who send their children to the monastery, and it is becoming more and more difficult for the monastery to recruit new blood every year.

Almost all nobles believed that without the Holy Maiden, the Church of Hope would continue to decline.

There were even some nobles who started to stumbling the Goddess of Hope overtly and secretly, making the outside of the church somewhat uneasy.

But now, when the Holy Maiden comes, the church will be peaceful, and when the Holy Maiden comes, hope will come.

Everyone present saw the hope of revitalizing the church.

Everyone had a great time at this dinner, except Syl, who didn't dare to eat more to keep a lady because too many people were watching.

Everyone also knew not to pester the saint for too long, and they all left one after another after eating.

But before leaving, they all told Syl that they would make a formal visit next time and bring gifts.

After almost everyone left, Sharon saw that Searle hadn't touched anything on the plate for a long time, so she also stood up, took Sill to say goodbye to the others, and walked out together.

"It seems that the bishops are very satisfied with you." Sharon seemed to have drunk a lot of wine, and her cheeks were still flushed. "Starting tomorrow, you will officially become a saint, Saint-Cyr."

"Ah?" Syl turned to look at Sharon with some doubts, and asked, "What officially became a saint?"

"Tomorrow you will take a carriage from the Holy See to the church in Kos—the largest church in the Church of Goddess of Hope—and hold the ceremony there." Sharon explained with a smile.

"This is the tradition of the Hope Goddess Cult. Although I don't know why the Goddess asked you to hide yourself before, but now it seems that you can't hide yourself. It's better to tell others that the saint is under our strict protection."

"It's safer that way."

While speaking, Sharon also sent Syl to the room where Syl was lying before.

Sharon stopped in front of the door, looked at Searle with some confusion and asked, "My lord goddess...does she accuse me of acting on my own initiative?"

"Uh..." Syl didn't know how to explain to Sharon.

The goddess just said a word to herself from beginning to end.

"The goddess didn't blame you, Sister Sharon." Syl shook his head honestly.

Because the goddess didn't even say a word, it was like hanging up after pulling Syl into the game.

"On the girl with the silver mask... so this is also the consideration of the goddess? So it is..." Sharon nodded to herself, not knowing what riddle she was talking about.

"That..." Syl also said that it would be better to enter the room to chat at the door.

But as soon as Syl opened her mouth, Sharon seemed to realize something, and said with a smile: "I almost forgot, I have bothered you for too long today, go to rest early today, if there is anything I can ask Sigma to come to me, she is right here with you Next room."

After speaking, Sharon waved her hand, then turned and left.

Seale: "..."

In fact, Searle really wanted to say that he was not full, but after seeing Sharon turn around, he couldn't say such a small thing.

"Oh..." Syl sighed deeply.

Originally, I thought it would be interesting to be a saint, but when I really became a saint, before I even started, Syl felt the pressure.

Especially when so many people look at him with expectant eyes, Searle will involuntarily restrain his nature and force himself to appear more perfect.

Is this the trouble with public figures?

Syl shook his head helplessly, stretched out his hand and pushed open the door of his room, and walked in.

As soon as he entered the door, Syl saw that Sigma was lying on his bed, with his slender legs dangling by the side of the bed.After hearing his own push on the door, Sigma bounced up as if electrocuted.

"Ah...uh...Sister Syl...I..." Sigma got up and stood beside the bed, waving his hands uncoordinatedly in front of him , looking as if panicked.

"Did Sister Sigma wait until now?" Syl looked at Sigma apologetically, and whispered, "Sorry, I made you fall asleep after waiting."

Sil said as he closed the door.