The yellow-haired villain in Feng Aotian's novel also wants to be happy

"..."

But I care!

Being stared at by a nun with an expressionless face and a sense of holiness in the shower, is this a new form of punishment?

Can you change the position? Damn it!

Complaints belong to complaints, but Mu En can also understand that she is vigilant about herself, an outsider, who is about to enter the center of the church, so she can only grit her teeth and start to undress.

Marble sculpture-like muscle lines, perfect body proportions enough to make any girl blush and heartbeat, and the magical lines that radiate outward from the center of the back like the sun... Sister Furui Wubo's eyes finally flickered, The scrutinizing eyes swept over Mu En.

After stacking the clothes neatly, and even putting the space magic ring on her finger newly purchased from Adolf at a friendly price on the tray that had been prepared, Mu En completely submerged her body in the pool.

The warm pool water, with its holy breath, made Mu En almost groan in comfort.

But Mu En couldn't enjoy the gaze next to him that didn't look away at all.

"that……"

"What's up?"

"How do you call it?"

Mu En could only rely on provoking the topic to divert the embarrassment.

"Call me Lynn, Sister Lynn."

Big nun...is she really different from ordinary nun?

"Then Miss Lin, I would like to ask, what kind of person is His Majesty the Pope?"

"His Majesty……"

Lin thought for a moment, then seriously replied:

"Mr. Mu En will know when he sees it."

"..."

How can we talk about this?

Feeling the increasingly embarrassing atmosphere after Tian was chatted to death, Mu En simply stopped talking, washed her body hastily, and put on the white robe that had been prepared on the side.

It's just that Mu En suddenly remembered something when she was arranging her clothes, and asked:

"Miss Lin, do you know Father Sean?"

"Sion? You mean the apostate?"

"Yes."

"Yes, I have worked with him in the same church."

"Then, what kind of person was he before?"

"What do you ask for this?"

Sister Lin couldn't help frowning: "He's on the wanted list of the Temple of Judgment..."

"I killed him."

In an ordinary tone as if she just did a trivial thing, Mu En smiled shyly:

"I just killed it not long ago, so ask, I have to know what kind of monster the guy who died in my hands is."

"..."

Lin was taken aback for a moment, and couldn't help but take a deep look at Mu En. After a moment of silence, she said:

"He's a genius."

"Huh? I thought Miss Lin wouldn't believe it. I'll show you evidence and pretend to slap you in the face to make you gasp."

Mu En squeezed her chin regretfully:

"Just...a genius?"

"Yes, if he hadn't betrayed the goddess, with his talent, in a few years, he would be promoted by the church and become the bishop in charge of a church."

"But I think he's just a paranoid, lunatic."

"Genius and madman, in a sense, are synonymous, aren't they?"

Lin lowered her eyes and said softly.

"It makes sense."

Mu En nodded and said nothing more.

But the moment he turned his head, he heard the nun suddenly ask.

"Excuse me...was it painful for him to die?"

"pain?"

Mu En thought for a while: "It's probably the most painful way for him to die."

"Is that so..."

The nun, who had always been expressionless, finally showed a smile at this moment, as if she saw the blood that once covered the entire church and was purified:

"That's good."

……

……

"His Majesty is waiting for you inside."

The nun with a softer expression opened an ordinary door,

"Please come in."

"Ok."

Mu En took a deep breath and stepped into the door.

After adapting to the sudden light change, Mu En finally saw the legendary most noble existence in the mainland in a room with extremely simple decoration, which looked like a living room.

Pope, Hezikaya.

But this big man whose every move can affect the situation of the whole continent, in Mu En's sight at the moment, is more like an ordinary old man who can be seen everywhere.

He was wearing very simple cloth clothes, and was bending over with the same ordinary wooden bucket and wooden spoon, watering a row of green potted plants in front of him.

He did it very seriously, his movements were gentle and careful, as if he was taking care of the most precious thing he valued, and he seemed to have completely ignored Mu En's arrival. The clear water dripped on the leaves of the green plants, only reflecting an old and kind face .

But Mu En didn't dare to be negligent, and saluted respectfully:

"The only son of the Campbell family in the Leopold Empire, Moon Campbell, is invited by His Majesty to come to see him."

"..."

The old man didn't answer. .

He is still concentrating on doing his own thing.

Mu En could only wait patiently.

It wasn't until all the potted plants were watered that the old man put the wooden bucket and wooden spoon aside, rolled up his sleeves, and cleaned his hands in the pool with small black fish swimming beside him.

"The boy from the Meladomir family?"

"Yes……"

Mu En was taken aback, and quickly took out the letter that Teacher Mei La asked him to pass on, and handed it over respectfully with both hands:

"This is what Teacher Meera asked me to pass on to you."

"Oh?"

The Pope finally raised his head, but he didn't take the envelope directly, but glanced at Mu En meaningfully with his eyes full of countless vicissitudes and light.

Mu En's breathing was stagnant.

At this moment, the uncomfortable feeling of being seen through, as he had faced Teacher Meera before, grew from the bottom of his heart again.

PS: I'm a bit stuck, sort out the follow-up plot, and start adding more tomorrow.

[WEB] 117. No one will take the initiative to jump into the pit

Under the calm gaze of the Pope, Mu En couldn't help but stagnate.

The uncomfortable feeling that almost everyone was seen through grew in the bottom of my heart again, just like facing Teacher Meila and that natural disaster before.

But the difference is that the secrets of my body, whether it is the god of the withered king, or the holy sword that has completely changed into my own shape under the strength of Teacher Meera's pit disciples, do not seem to be able to be placed in my life. something in front of the church.

It would be fine if the pope gave Teacher Meila face, but if he is jealous, he thinks that it is for the purification of this world, for the world peace brought by the goddess, and for a better future with the children...

As long as it is related to the evil god, it must die.

Mu En has already started to think about how she was tragically tied to the stake and burned to death. Then, in order to avenge herself, the senior sister and princess An Mera, holding her own ashes in one hand and holding a sword in the other, entered the evil church. The revenge epic of...

Wait, is this style of painting a bit crooked?

Why is the premise that you are going to die?

Isn't En En Ai Ai and He Meimei's love comedy not good?

"Boy, you have good guts."

Just when Mu En was trying to get her thoughts back on track, the Pope suddenly smiled faintly, but no matter how Mu En heard that smile, Mu En felt that it was more meaningful.

Mu En immediately straightened her body, lowered her head, with cold sweat dripping from her forehead:

"Don't dare."

"No, I'm really praising you."

Pope suddenly raised his hand.

But it was not thunder that fell, but gentle rain and dew.

That big, generous hand that wasn't stained with any water stains patted Mu En's shoulder, and the voice with a complimenting tone was like a breeze blowing:

"I've seen many so-called geniuses who have nothing to show for their appearance, but young people like you who can still have a brave heart in front of me are rare."

You just say that my ability to kill is different from ordinary people.

Mu En's mouth twitched.

However, is this a pass?

Mu En wiped off her sweat, raised her eyes, and looked at the Pope quietly.

On that gentle face, there was no trace of so-called disgust or hatred, only an elder who genuinely appreciated the outstanding junior.

Teacher Meera is not deceiving me, this visit to the church is not as dangerous as I imagined!

"Your Majesty praises me, I'm just a coward who is afraid of death."

Mu En suppressed the joy in her heart, and hurriedly said modestly:

"Your Majesty is different from what I imagined."

"What kind of person do you think I should be?" the Pope asked curiously.

"Um……"

Mu En thought for a while, and gestured:

"I thought that, as His Majesty the Pope, you should...be more majestic, yes, majestic, but I didn't expect you to be so kind, so kind that I was a little... flattered."

"Oh?"

The Pope suddenly raised his eyebrows, and said with a half-smile:

"In your eyes, am I the kind of old man who should be buried in the ground immediately, old-fashioned and decayed?"

"No, no, I didn't..."

"—Of course I am."

"..."