Retired god king transferred to witch idol manager

So who saved Miss, and what happened here......

At dawn, the two girls followed the Way of the Traveler to the end of the plain, and the majestic city on the highlands far away from the valley was within sight.

Seeing the holy city of Lunsa that he was thinking about, Qinola's eyes recovered a little.

This trip to another plane should have been a joy, but I didn't expect to fall from heaven to hell in the blink of an eye.

But just when she was about to fall into the abyss, an incredible human girl grabbed her hand.

"Well!"

Zenola suddenly collapsed on the ground, looking at her blood-stained feet with distress, the delicate skin had already been scratched by sharp stones.

It hurts!

Her Royal Highness rarely has the opportunity to walk by herself in her life, let alone step on the dirty ground off the red carpet.

But for His Highness, many things that happened tonight were the first time in her life.

Zenola couldn't stand up, so she stared at Nolan pitifully.

Nolan rolled his eyes, "Don't look at me like that, I am your god, you should serve me, kid."

"But I really can't walk anymore, God... Ms."

Zenola had a slightly crying voice. It was really not easy for a girl who lived in an ivory tower since she was a child to bear it until now.

Nolan pouted, looking very distressed, as if he was judging whether the elf's IQ was suitable for training as a witch missionary.

Did she still think God was her own name?

"Ugh."

In the end, Nolan sighed, turned back into a humble manager, and squatted in front of Chinola.

"Also, my name is not God, my name is Nolan."

Zenora carefully leaned on the silver-haired girl's back, blushing and thanking her.

The early morning sun shone on the sides of their faces, and through the dirty mud, they could see the pretty face of a silver-haired girl up close, not much older than themselves.

Zenola was engrossed in watching it, and it took a long time to remember the grace of saving my life. He hesitated and said, "Well, Miss Nolan, thank you again for saving me. No matter what kind of reward you get, the High Court Elf will satisfy you."

"The reward is your belief. Of course, it would be best if you could persuade all your people to convert to me."

Believe in me, have eternal life!

Nolan grinned stupidly, if only things were that simple, then she would save the princess every day!

"Belief?"

The silly little princess didn't quite understand, but her cheeks were inexplicably hot.

The hero saves the beauty, the knight and the princess, these are her favorite fairy tales, but she never expected that the knight who replaced Barry to protect her is a handsome girl, and a girl who is not inferior to herself, her heartbeat is inexplicably faster.

As the princess of the high elves, Zenora had heard many affectionate confessions, but none were as overbearing and powerful as Nolan, and easily captured her heart.

That's right, the elf girl never expected that the one behind her was really a real god in this world.

The unique request of faith is also understood as a contract that will never be separated for a lifetime, and it is full of affectionate love.

"I...I promise you."

After saying this, Zinola wished he could bury his little head in Nolan's back.

No way, who told me to promise others.

"Oh, do you have a choice?"

Nolan curled her lips, she doubted whether Zenora would be able to be the idol ambassador of the Throne of Chaos.

Anyway, I picked it up on the road, so don't waste it.

"From today onwards, I will be your god. If anyone bullies you, come to me."

The beautiful girl god king reiterated again.

"Ah."

The little prince who escaped from the danger smiled sweetly and hugged Nolan's neck tightly.

9. Stolen admission letter

When they arrived at the coastal highlands of the Southern Continent, it began to rain lightly, and the obelisks of stars floating in the sky were also clearly visible.

Those were the eyes of the stars, which meant they had entered the watchful eye of the Time Guardians.

Strictly speaking, it is no longer the territory of the Holy Alliance after arriving here. The city on the high ground is a territory that remains neutral to any forces. It is not under the jurisdiction of the Plantagenet Kingdom, and it is more like the concession of the Free Federation in Iseran.

The rangers patrolling around are all equipped with silver wing emblems, belonging to the Wings of Liberty Council, maintaining the order of the Traveler's Avenue.

Zenora breathed a sigh of relief. For her, the obelisk represented safety and could be protected by the eternal dragon, although what happened to Barry had already made the little princess no longer have expectations for the gods.

The closer you get to Lensa City, the more people will come from all directions.

It was the back-to-school season, and many people came from all over the mainland to take part in the entrance examination, trying to become a part of Saint Lunza's Academy of War Spirits.

Saint Lunza's teaching level is well-known in many planes. The students in it may not be the most noble, but they must be the best.

There are not a few visitors from other planes, and businessmen from the planes often shuttle through the Free Federation territory, so it is not uncommon for aliens with special signs to come here.

But the high-level sun elves are really rare. Nolan carried the elf girl on his back and mixed with the crowds entering the city. The ragged Zenora always attracted curious eyes.

The Freedom Federation is an absolutely neutral trading paradise in any plane. It does not compete with any forces, and no one dares to provoke it.

The Free City of Iseran is the Holy City of Lunsa built of white boulders in front of you.

Passing through the city gate, the bustling side of Lunsa was displayed in front of the two of them. The streets were crowded with people, there were many shops, and beautiful buildings abound.

Liberty City is in line with the main plane, and the magic crystal technology leading the secondary plane can be seen everywhere here, full of modern atmosphere, and any passer-by is very fashionable and amazing.

After entering the city, the little princess was too embarrassed to let Nolan bear the burden. She endured the pain and walked two steps. She wanted to find a place to change into clean clothes and rest, but the most urgent thing was to get in touch with her mother.

Suddenly someone bumped Zenola from behind, and both of them fell to the ground.

"Ouch!"

The short-sighted guy screamed in pain and threw himself at the feet of a passing young man, and was immediately pushed away by the female warrior beside him.

"Go away!"

The female warrior had an arrogant attitude, and the handsome young man in luxurious clothes didn't care. He just looked at Zenola's pointed ears and long golden hair in surprise, and paid more attention to his face, astonished.

The young man seemed to be on his way in a hurry and did not stop. Nolan helped up the frail little believer, patted Zenola's tattered skirt, and asked another person.

"Are you OK."

"No, it's fine."

The one who knocked down Zenora was a skinny vagrant with no gender. His appearance was slovenly and his face was so dirty that he couldn't see anything clearly. However, the two who had experienced assassination were not much better.

Nolan originally wanted to ask this little comrade if he was interested in throwing himself into the embrace of Chaos and never starving again, but he remembered the business and asked, "May I ask how to get to St. Lunza War Soul Academy?"

The waif has a disheveled face but has a pair of beautiful big eyes. He blushes slightly and vaguely points to a white steeple in the distance.

"That, over there."

"Thank you."

After speaking, the waif ran away without looking back.

This was originally an insignificant matter, but when Zenora picked up the backpack, he thought about it.

"Strange, I seem to have heard that person's voice somewhere."

At this time, a charming girl with long dark blue hair happened to flash across the magic crystal screen above her head, holding a microphone and dancing emotionally on the stage.

That is the star singer Messiah who plays for Wings of Liberty, a well-known star in all planes. There are rumors that she has come to Norland for a tour in advance, attracting countless bees and butterflies here.

Nolan looked up, his eyes were fiery.

That's right, this child is the No. 1 qualified apostle she's looking for, so what if Astertaya has a saint, nothing can harvest faith more than idols.

"By the way, how did you know I was coming here?"

"Because I'm also a student of St. Lenza..."

Nolan took the backpack, with a black line on his forehead, and said, "Where's my admission letter!?"

She was carrying Zenora all the time, so the backpack was always on the elf.

Zinola tilted her head, looked confused, and then screamed: "Ah, it's that waif! He's a thief!"

Nolan covered his face, this was the second thing that made him ashamed to the point of embarrassment after the increasing amount of R.

(╯°Д°)╯︵ ┻━┻

The Destroyer of Worlds was actually stolen by a pickpocket, let Asterya and Perentin know it and still laugh!

"All in all, let's go to the academy to report first. As long as we can prove our identity, these are trivial matters."

Zenola was stunned, and suddenly thought of something, her expression gradually froze.

"what!"

"what happened?"

Her Royal Highness wanted to cry, "I...my admission letter is gone."

She almost forgot that she has nothing now, not even the guardian knight, and all her luggage was burned in the flames together with the carriage.

The two looked at each other and fell silent.

Well, now they have no choice but to participate in the entrance examination based on their strength.

Although the thief is hateful, he did not lie.

Nolan and Zenora, who were physically and mentally exhausted, came to the foot of the White Spire, and they found a long line of young apprentices at the party, each with lofty goals.

It was only then that Nolan realized that the Duchess really spent a lot of effort in obtaining this admission notice, so that she would be exempted from these cumbersome assessment procedures.

The handsome young man just now was also here, but he walked in through another door under the leadership of the staff, and seemed to be of extraordinary status.

Nolan followed without thinking, took the little hand of the first believer, and got in before the door was closed.

It would be strange to follow the queue and not wait until dawn!

"Hey, is that you?"

The young man in the passage was very surprised to see the two, but the female warrior drew her sword and stepped forward first.

"You uneducated things, who allowed you to come in!"

The female warrior stared angrily, wearing a helmet, she couldn't see her expression clearly, her temper was quite irritable, and her green wind element soul had condensed into arrogance covering her whole body.

Nolan was about to stun them and sneak in instead, but the young man raised his hand to stop the furious attendant, smiling playfully.

He was very smart, and instantly understood the purpose of the two sneaking in, and saw through Nolan's true identity under the cloak.

"Meeting is fate, two ladies, I am happy to give you a ride, but it is up to you whether you can pass smoothly."

"Thank you."

Nolan gave the female warrior an angry look, and dragged the apologetic Zenola forward.

The four of them entered a quiet hall and registered their identities and surnames one after another. Nolan also took off his hood and wiped his face clean under the staff's gesture.

The eye-catching silver hair instantly caught the young man's attention. He wrote his complicated and lengthy name casually, and noticed that his pupils shrank slightly as he noticed the handwriting on the application form. He exclaimed, "You are Nolan Joestar?"

10. Soul Color Trial

"You are Nolan Joestar?"

Nolan glanced at him and let out a "hmm", apparently not knowing that he was more famous in the Holy Alliance than the other two sisters.

This kind of sloppy performance made the female warrior even more angry, and she snorted coldly: "Master Shengzi is asking you something, is Duke Joestar's perception of male heirs rude and rude!?"

"You shut her up, or I'll shut her up forever."

Nolan looked the brown-haired youth up and down, and indeed felt an extremely pure soul, and his temperament and conversation did not look like the aborigines of the secondary plane.