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

The sudden turning point almost swayed Mu En's waist.

The Pope didn't care, and continued:

"For an old man like me who has lived with his face licked for hundreds of years, he should have been buried in the ground long ago, just for a certain obsession, clinging to a hope that may not exist at all, old-fashioned and Decay is indeed the most suitable adjective for me."

"No way, compared to an old lolita, Your Majesty, you are still very young!"

Without hesitation, Mu En pushed out her unscrupulous teacher as a background board.

"Too."

The Pope nodded and said with a smile:

"After all, that Meladomir was... 1000 years ago..."

Facing Mu En who suddenly had gossip in his eyes, the Pope suddenly stopped talking, stretched out his hand, and finally took the letter from Mu En.

But he didn't open it, but put it aside casually.

"That... won't His Majesty take it apart and have a look?" Mu En asked with a blink of an eye.

"Don't look, I already know your purpose."

"Your Majesty actually has the ability to predict the future?"

"It's not a prophet, but the roads are similar, but the purpose is different."

The Pope said calmly:

"So you only need to take a look at it for a while, and you can know where the other party is going."

"The roads are already close?"

Mu En chewed on these words.

Could it be that the Church of Life also...

"It's just a small matter, don't worry about it, but..."

However, the Pope looked Mu En up and down again, as if directly observing the complicated lines and core of his body through the appearance, and admired from the bottom of his heart:

"You were able to push that to such a point in such a short period of time, you really exceeded my expectations, Moon Campbell, no wonder that died... that noble great magister chose you to be her disciple."

"Mummy, Mummy."

Mu En scratched her head, being praised one after another by the most honorable person in the world, even he couldn't help but feel a little elated.

"so……"

The Pope's voice suddenly changed, "Will you participate in this baptism ceremony?"

"The Holy Bathing Ceremony? Of course I will participate..."

Mu En was about to blurt out subconsciously.

But when he rolled his eyes, he suddenly felt that some kind of intuition that was automatically formed due to too many encounters was attacking him.

He swallowed half of the words abruptly.

Not right.

Very wrong.

Even if I have worked hard for so long, I can indeed be called a little bit outstanding, but is the old man in front of me, as the dignified pope, necessary to praise himself so repeatedly?

Because he is teacher Meera's disciple?

But this pope doesn't look like the kind of person who would praise children specifically for the sake of adults, and he doesn't have to do that.

He's just like...

Mu En was startled, obviously His Majesty the Pope in front of him still had a kind face, but Mu En seemed to see him warmly hugging her shoulders, with an evil smile drawn on the corner of his mouth, and pointing in front of him.

Look.

There is a hole here.

Jump down now.

"That...can I take the liberty to ask you a question?"

"ask."

"If I don't participate, will I not be able to be baptized by the Holy Light?"

"Normally, no."

The Pope glanced at the letter, smiled and said:

"But for the face of that person and the chips she has paid, I can organize an additional baptism for you."

"Yes, is it?"

The corners of Mu En's eyes were moist for a while.

Teacher Mela!

Although he said that he must come to the ceremony by himself, but in fact, he has secretly helped him pave the other way?

Domineering, arrogant, tofu-mouthed, white-haired old loli, I love it so much!

I will show respect to you when I look back!

"Then forget it."

Mu En wiped off her cold sweat, summoned up her courage and said:

"The purpose of my coming to the holy city was not to attend this ceremony, so there is no need to join in the fun."

"really?"

The Pope seemed not surprised, and smiled kindly: "Although it is called a ceremony, the so-called ceremony is only the moment when the final result lands, so it is more appropriate to describe it as a trial. For you young people, But there are so many opportunities, otherwise there wouldn’t be so many people flocking to it.”

"No, no, forget it, really forget it, I don't lack any opportunities for trials."

There is no trial that is more effective than being hunted down by evil gods.

Anyway, when I meet the Pope myself, the task of transmitting the letter has been accomplished, and then I will watch the ceremony as a guest, fish for fish, and buy some souvenirs. Isn't he good?

Why do you have to participate in such a dangerous trial and fight to the death?

Those who are eligible to attend this ceremony are the best among the best of all forces in various countries!

Even if the reward is generous, it is not very attractive to me, a salted fish whose life is based on everything.

and……

Just walking with her caused Liya to encounter such a big change. Who knows how much deviation would be caused to the original plot if she still participated in the holy bathing ceremony.

Even if he wasn't traveling in a team with her, he couldn't take this risk himself.

The girl's life-long pursuit cannot be changed in any unpredictable way because of the insertion of someone other than herself.

Just wait for Ariel.

Anyway, for her, she should be able to get out of the forest soon.

This is the stage that suits her.

As for the college, if I look back and invest more in the college in the name of the Campbell family, Professor Prang and the dean should forgive me.

Thoughts flowed quickly, and Mu En quickly determined the goal of this activity.

In short, even if Mu En Campbell starved to death this time, he would definitely not participate in this holy bathing ceremony by jumping from here!

"Looks like you've made up your mind."

The Pope looked away, took out a pack of bait from his pocket, and sprinkled it into the pool water. Countless small black fish came in one after another, like a bold ink painting.

"Since that's the case, I won't persuade you anymore. I believe you have your own plans."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Mu En breathed a sigh of relief.

But he couldn't help but wonder, did he really let himself go so easily?

Is it because I think too much?PTSD due to being persecuted too many times?

In fact, His Majesty the Pope didn't think so at all?

"Let's get back, I will have someone prepare for the baptism of the Holy Light you need, and you will stay in the church temporarily during this time." The Pope waved his hand, and there was not much extra emotion on his calm face.

"Yes, that will trouble Your Majesty."

Mu En also stopped thinking about these meaningless things, saluted again, and took her leave respectfully.

As Mu En gently closed the ordinary door, the room returned to calm, only the sound of the fish thumping happily could be heard.

The Pope stared at the small fish following the bait. Reflected in the rippling water, he still had a kind and kind face.

It's just that the corners of the mouth are slightly hooked.

"Heh, want to stay out of it? But since everyone has stepped in with half a foot, the word cause and effect, how can it be so easy to break free."

With a wave of his hand, the school of fish immediately dispersed, like the so-called fate that is so unpredictable.

"Besides."

The Pope raised his head, as if he had penetrated through layers of walls, and saw the back of the briskly leaving, his vicissitudes of eyes narrowed happily, and sneered:

"It's fine to squeeze the wool once, but come a second time. How can the things I teach be so easy to get?"

……

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[WEB] 118. Exhortation

"you're awake?"

Liya opened her eyes, and as the hazy drowsiness gradually dissipated, she saw the scene from strangeness to familiarity quickly, as if surging from the depths of memory.

Flickering candles, colored windows, the statue of a loving goddess, and the gentle figure rendered by the soft light.

The figure is holy, sitting with a book in hand.

"Saint... the saint teacher!"

The drowsiness caused by sleeping for too long disappeared in an instant, and Liya sat up from the bed like a catapult, as if she was too shocked, her pink lips kept opening and closing, and the words she could spit out were still a bit stuttering:

"You... why are you here? I... Am I dreaming?"

She subconsciously stroked her lovely cheek, and squeezed it hard.

hiss.

It hurts.

Not a dream!

"The time for dreaming has already passed."

The saint's gaze temporarily moved away from the book in her hand, and landed on the disciple she hadn't seen for a long time, and said with a smile:

"This is the church."

"church…"

Liya was slightly taken aback: "That is to say..."

Has he successfully arrived at the holy city?

but……

Liya lowered her head and looked at her hands.

On the clean little hands, there still seemed to be warm blood remaining, and the feeling of stabbing into the body with the tightly grasped blade.

And awakened together with it, there are those mixed and terrifying memories of Liya that seemed to be just a moment ago.

deep forest.

Vicious chaser.