The first thing that appeared in everyone's eyes was a fluttering white gauze, which was like a naughty elf, kissing a beautiful and elegant face.

The owner of the face seemed to be a little helpless because of the teasing. Her light pink lips slightly raised, and her slender fingers hooked and lifted the fluttering white gauze behind her head.

The next moment, the snow-white hair connected again and gently touched his cheek.

From time to time, she would touch his tall nose and peck his lips.

He stood there quietly, the bright red roses making him look like a god walking down from the clouds.

Pure white and elegant.

She is so beautiful in this troubled world, no one can compare to her.

Such an extreme person is so beautiful that it goes beyond what they can see.

However, it also makes people feel that God is fair after all. He gave him a peerless appearance, but also left him with imperfect eyes.

All those who came to take the test had inquired about the candidates nominated by other churches. To them, the most threatening one was Luo Ya Si, who had an affinity for light magic of ten and was extremely powerful.

They were alert and worried.

After hearing what happened to him, they were delighted.

The loss of a competitor, and the most promising one at that, is undoubtedly the best news for them.

They didn't take the man seriously. To them, he was already a useless person.

Naturally, when he arrived, no one was interested in chatting with him, let alone asking him to appreciate the flowers and pray together.

They exclude people from their hearts.

Almost everyone else present had communicated privately, either making friends or analyzing each other, but they had forgotten about Luoya Si.

But when they saw people this moment, they were all stunned.

Surprise, amazement, astonishment, sigh, regret, jealousy and all kinds of emotions constantly emerge in everyone's heart.

Even though they were no longer a threat, they still couldn't let him go.

Even more alert.

Is such a person really useless?

Hillary stared at Si Qingjiu with a serious look, and the rose in her hand was squeezed out of shape.

He wasn't like this when he went to see him two days ago.

He looked deathly and in a very miserable state.

How come he walked out in the blink of an eye.

I also feel more indifferent and detached than before I became a disabled person.

what happened?

Cover your eyes

He walked forward and said with a smile, "Are you Luoya Si, the recognized Holy Son whose affinity with light magic is at the maximum level?"

Without waiting for his answer, she continued, full of admiration: "You are so beautiful. I guess the rumors are true. It seems that everyone will become your foil this time."

"What? You're already a useless person."

Someone immediately expressed dissatisfaction and complained loudly without lowering his voice at all, and even rolled his eyes at Si Qingjiu.

Others also agreed, but were all dissatisfied.

"That's right. No matter how talented you were before, you're nothing now."

"The Holy Son relies on strength, not trash."

"Hilary, what you said is totally wrong. No matter how you look at it, he is a thing of the past. If he wants to become the Son of God, forget it."

"That's right, anyone can become the Son of God, except him."

"He's just a blind man. It's hard for him to stay in the Vatican. How can he still covet the Son of God? Stop dreaming."

Hillary was in a very good mood as she watched the crowd's reactions and listened to their contemptuous words.

That's what he wanted.

Constantly poking at Luoya Si's weak points, even if he really came out of it, he would become shaken or even collapse if he kept on being stimulated like this.

He doesn't need someone to steal his limelight; he only needs a supporting clown to set off his brilliance.

Otherwise, he will be unhappy.

Buddy, who hadn't left yet, looked at His Highness Luoya next to him with concern. He was very nervous. It hadn't even started yet, and they were targeting him like this. When the results came out, I was afraid...

What a pity.

It must be very sad to suddenly go from being a favored child of heaven to being a useless and ordinary person.

If His Highness Luo Ya had not encountered that accident, the situation would probably be very different now.

Si Qingjiu was not sad, nor did he have any emotional ups and downs, and the curve of his lips did not change.

He just looked quietly at the group of people who were talking, smiling gently and shallowly.

Hillary had been staring at him and frowned in dissatisfaction.

Why is he still like this?

He suppressed his annoyance and stopped them with a fake smile: "Don't say that about Luoya Si. He must be very uncomfortable now. This is not what he wanted."

"Hilary, you are just too kind. Stop thinking so much about others and think more about yourself."

"That's right, Hillary. He is destined to be different from us in the future."

"Hilary, you don't have to be so magnanimous at this time."

"It was Luoya Si who wanted to come here on his own. We didn't force him to come. If you can't listen, just leave on your own."

"Yeah, we didn't say anything."

Everyone started talking at once, and those who were friendly with Hillary complained a few words while praising him.

It was just not a big deal, just a slight prick.

None of them wanted to be enemies with Hillary.

They all knew in their hearts that he was the best candidate to become the Son of God.

His strength and talent are both outstanding.

"Come to think of it, it was said that only Luo Ya Si had blonde hair and golden eyes, and was the one closest to the God of Light. But now it seems that he is not the only one, Hillary is also one of them, and..."

The person who spoke paused deliberately, looked at Si Qingjiu who was standing quietly not far away with malicious eyes, and then spoke.

"Luo Ya Si's hair is obviously white, how can it be blonde? As for his eyes, they are useless, so who can prove that they are blonde? I'm afraid he has been deceiving everyone all along."

"No?"

"Really?"

"this…"

The group looked at each other and were all surprised.

Then their eyes fell on Si Qingjiu, with different expressions.

Hillary's lips curled up, and she smiled very proudly. Before anyone saw it, she immediately restrained herself and changed her expression to worry. She advised: "Don't speculate like that. We haven't met him."

The thought that Si Qingjiu's rumor was fake had already been aroused, and now Hillary deliberately said that no one had seen him. It was just a moment of suspicion, but it seemed like evidence had been found.

The attacks became more and more fierce.

"Yes, no one present has seen it, and those who have seen it are all dead, so, Luoya Si, you are lying."

"Loya Si, you are so brave that you actually deceived the God of Light."

"I really didn't expect you to be such a person. You are so awful."

"I will report this to the Archbishop. Such disrespectful behavior towards the God of Light is unforgivable."

Hillary's eyes were full of satisfaction. She stood in the crowd, staring at Si Qingjiu, smiling with a relaxed look on her body and mind.

He wondered how he could maintain that calm appearance.

Si Qingjiu had not interrupted them all the time, just listening to their accusations quietly. Only at this moment did he move.

He turned his head slightly and looked at the proud Hillary.

His eyes were clearly covered with white gauze and could not be seen, but Hillary, who was staring at him, felt as if he was looking at her. Her smile faded and her brows furrowed slightly.

Is it an illusion?

He is already blind.

He simply dug out his eyes and then stuffed them with the eyes of a monster from somewhere unknown.

It doesn't fit his eye sockets, let alone restore his sight, which is simply impossible.

Unless he digs out his own eyes and finds a suitable one.

But by that time, it was probably futile because his optic nerve had already been severed.

"You all care so much about me. It seems that you are very afraid of me. You think I am the only choice for the Son of God." Si Qingjiu smiled faintly. His voice was not loud, but gentle, soft and gentle, like a slowly flowing spring, which made the listeners feel very comfortable.

Even though what he said was provocative and contemptuous, it didn't seem to have any lethality, as if he was just saying something simple.

Everyone present was stunned for a moment before they reacted and retorted angrily.

"Hahaha, what a joke, you are just a useless person now, and you dare to say such things."

"That's really shameless. I admire your courage."

"Hilary is the perfect candidate for the Holy Son. She is so outstanding, but she didn't dare to say this. Do you really take yourself seriously?"

Hillary nodded in agreement, this should be applied to him.

He was very unhappy now, but Luoya Si seemed not to be affected at all.

But on second thought, I felt it didn't matter.

He couldn't compete with himself anyway.

He could only say this verbally.

Si Qingjiu smiled but didn't respond. His ears hidden under his white hair moved slightly, and someone was coming.

Sure enough, the next second I heard Buddy say, "The archbishop and four cardinals have arrived."

Those who originally had contemptuous looks on their faces and spoke bad words immediately became pious and kind-hearted candidates for the Son of God.

Even if it does not reach the level of compassion, the surface is enough to deceive many people.

Si Qingjiu couldn't help but admire it. This was really a typical example of changing face faster than turning the pages of a book. It would be a waste of talent not to learn the traditional Chinese art of face changing.

The spiritual consciousness glanced at Hillary, whose expression was more in line with the feeling of moving all living beings, but, was this expression really not learned from Tathagata Buddha?

Archbishop Archie and the Four Reds

The cardinal came over and was quite satisfied with the group's performance.

As they approached, they heard a noisy sound from inside.

Just don't care.

Although they are all believers of the God of Light and spread his benevolence to the world, in the end, the strong are still respected.

The talent of light magic determines everything.

The rest, they will teach you slowly later.

"Archbishop Archie, Archbishop Love Jesse, Archbishop Dano, Archbishop Attlee, Archbishop Garrett, good day."

Everyone greeted in unison.

Archie and the others nodded, glanced at Si Qingjiu who seemed to be a bit eccentric, then quickly looked away and walked towards the tables and chairs prepared in front.

At this time, a transparent crystal ball was floating not far from the crowd.

The diamond-shaped surface is constantly refracted by the sunlight, making it clear and shining.

Bishop Garrett stood still and said to the crowd below: "Everyone is here. Today, the assessment will begin. Anyone who passes the assessment can proceed to the next assessment. Those who successfully pass the assessment three times can meet the Pope. The Pope will personally take you to the place closest to the God of Light, and the God of Light will choose the Son he is most satisfied with."

Having said that, in fact, after the Ragnarok of the Gods ten thousand years ago, the God of Light rarely descended.

There are very few times when the Pope is able to communicate with the God of Light.

Fortunately, the God of Light left them a temple. As long as they pray sincerely, there will always be a chance that their prayers will be answered.

And inside the temple, there is a divine pool. As long as you enter it, you can purify your body and improve your talents to a higher level.

Each batch of candidates for the Son of God will enter, and the most outstanding one will be the final candidate for the Son of God.

The others will be distributed to various Vatican churches to be trained as the next bishops.

If there are those who are truly outstanding but still a little short of the Son of God, they will remain in the Vatican and be trained by archbishops and cardinals to take their places in the future.

"Now, I will call one person to come to the crystal ball and test your affinity for light magic. Only those with a level of six or above will pass." Garrett flipped his wrist, and an exquisite red scroll appeared on it.

Open, "Benny."

The first candidate who started to mock Si Qingjiu came out. He had very light blond hair and brown eyes.

He looked a little excited and slowly placed his hand on the crystal ball.

The quiet crystal ball moved slightly, emitting

A tiny light came out.

Benny held his breath, staring at the crystal ball in disbelief as it showed only a slight reaction. His mind went blank.

How can it be so shallow?

His affinity is clearly eight.

The other people watching also became nervous. The light was too dim. How bright was it?

It seems to be different from the test they took in their own church. In this case, can they still pass?

When the group heard the number six, they, who were originally full of confidence, became worried.

"Affinity Six." Seeing that the crystal ball was no longer changing, Garrett clicked on the list.

Benny looked grim, but he was relieved.

Fortunately, I passed the first test.

He was temporarily relieved, but everyone else was extremely nervous and depressed.

Benny is just over six, and those who are not as good as him will probably be eliminated.

Garrett didn't care about their mood and called the next one: "Denton."

A pale boy came out and put his hand on it tremblingly.

Garrett: "Five."

“Luke.”

"six."

"Alin."

"five."

"David."

"five."

"Eugene."

…

Many people in a row got five, and only a few reached six. No one on the stage or off was satisfied.

Archie and the others heard from the report below that this time the qualifications were the best, all of them were above level seven, but...

Garrett continued to call mechanically: "Hilary."

I don't have much expectations for this batch of candidates for the Son of God.

Hillary took a deep breath when he heard his name. He was also very nervous just now. He had asked about their affinity.

I am the best and I am very confident.

However, if I tell him now, it is not the same. According to this conversion, his affinity which is almost nine, will probably drop to around seven.

Why isn't this mentioned in the book?

Otherwise, he would have prepared earlier.

Even if he comes out at that time, he will still be taller than the others, but there will be no difference compared to the Sons of God of previous generations.

He wants to be the most outstanding one, not the same.

But there is nothing I can do now, I can only wait and see.

Put your hands on the crystal ball and keep praying.

Don’t drop it, don’t drop it, it’s still above eight.

This way, he can attract everyone's attention.

It was not known whether the God of Light heard his prayers, but the crystal ball, which had been dim all along, suddenly became brighter.

It looks like blooming stars, very bright and a little dazzling.

Archbishop Garrett and others on the stage suddenly became alert, staring at the young man standing in front of the crystal ball filled with light.

Blonde hair and golden eyes are nearly nine in affinity.

Garrett's voice was filled with excitement: "Almost nine."

Hillary was happy, he hadn't changed at all, he was the highest, he was the only one who could be the Son of God.

That’s great, that’s great.

"Congratulations, Hillary. You are amazing."

"Oh my god, nearly nine percent affinity, Hillary, you are so strong."

"Hilary you are amazing, the Holy Son must be you."

"Wow, congratulations to Hillary."

"Thank you, thank you. It's too early to talk about this now. I still need to continue practicing." Hillary responded modestly, with uncontrollable pride between her brows, and returned to her seat.

"Hillary, you don't have to be so modest. You must be. You are the only one in the whole audience who made it to the top eight."

"Yes, there is no one else except you."

The crowd surrounded Hillary and praised her again, unable to stop expressing their envy.

Hilary smiled and didn't reply, but looked at the person who was as quiet as before, "And Luoya Si hasn't done the test yet."

Everyone looked over there, full of contempt.

"Him? Dream on."

"Impossible."

At this time, Garrett spoke.

"The last one, Luoya Si."!