Chapter 118

Al just suddenly wanted to make a joke, but he felt a little awkward saying it out loud. After hesitating for a while, he still forced himself to recite a short spell.

Samuel's casual expression became more restrained. He didn't understand at all. The pronunciation sounded more like the language of his lover's world. He repeated it in confusion, "Gunara, the Dark God, woohoo, the Dark Devil transforms?"

"Ahem..." Al pursed his lips tightly, thinking of all the sad things, but he couldn't suppress the upturned corners of his mouth.

Coming out of Samuel's mouth, these lines are just as funny as if He were wearing women's clothes!

“Puchi…Hahahaha…!!”

“?” The Lord God looked at the kid who was laughing wildly and pounding the bed crazily. He didn’t realize that he was being fooled.

He waited for his lover to finish laughing with a serious face. Al laughed intermittently for a long time, and finally stopped. Then he looked at Samuel with a sincere expression, "I was wrong."

"..."Being stared at pitifully by those eyes that were smiling to the point of tears, those who didn't know would think that you had been wronged.

What could Samuel do to him? He couldn't hit him or scold him. He could only ask with a stern face, "What does that sentence mean?"

Al translated it for Him, and then explained clearly, "It comes from a story made up for children. It doesn't make any sense."

The god narrowed his eyes, threateningly put his hand under his lover's shirt, and stroked his waist, "Are you treating me like a child?"

Al froze and grabbed the dishonest hand away, "Because you are so cute."

Although his appearance doesn't match this word at all, God has a very cute love brain!

"Tsk..." Samuel had gotten used to his lovers praising him like this over the years, and he took it as a subtle expression of love.

Ai Er held His hand and smiled gently, "There is no right way to quickly improve your strength. Just be honest and move forward slowly with me."

Samuel fell beside him in frustration, holding him in silence. Al touched the drooping wolfdog's head to comfort him.

After chatting for a while, Al's expression became serious. He suddenly remembered something important. He was so stunned by Winston's kiss that he forgot to ask, "Can the God of Light only attach his consciousness to the statue? Can He see what I am doing at any time?"

If he were the God of Light, he would definitely feel shocked when he suddenly saw the Son of God who believed in him kissing his mortal enemy in bed!

Samuel sneered, "If Ashburn had such great ability, I would have erased the seal for you long ago."

It was possible in the Age of Gods, but now the laws of the world are strong, and they want the ancient gods to disappear. If they catch a wisp of scattered divine consciousness, why not just swallow it and strengthen themselves? Therefore, Ashborn can only rely on a medium that is related to him.

Samuel was just unhappy with his declining strength and restricted life, and he was bored, so he decided to start over.

The Law believes that the ancient gods are an obstacle to the development of the world and wants to wipe them out, but it is very tolerant of the new gods who slowly break through from weak to strong. Samuel has never doubted himself, and it is only a matter of time before he recovers his previous strength.

He also couldn't figure out why Ashborn was so stubborn. He used to be so cold and aloof, and he never thought he would do so many things...

Samuel even suspected that the God of Light sat on the high throne just to ensure that he was killed. Otherwise, why would he support the Church of Light to call for the killing of those with dark talents all day long, and also send down oracles saying that those with double black faces are the sons of darkness and will bring bad luck.

After his partner knew that there was no deep hatred between them, he questioned whether he had accidentally deceived the feelings of the God of Light. For the first time, Samuel knew what it felt like to be wronged.

His temper is directed equally at all gods, and his most frequent interactions with the gods are fighting, which leads to chaos and confusion.

But He has never fought with Ashburn, not because they have a good relationship, but probably because light and darkness are inherently mutually exclusive. He dislikes the God of Light for no reason, even to the point of being too lazy to talk to him or challenge him to a fight.

Samuel could see the same emotion in the other's eyes.

The two gods lived in peace for tens of thousands of years, until the War of Gods, when He realized how much Ashborn hated Him.

Al heaved a sigh of relief when he knew that the God of Light could not appear at any time. He had been thinking about sleeping in separate rooms from his lover, and it would be best if his lover would wear a mask and stay with him in the future. Since Samuel would not be exposed that easily, he let it go.

Samuel had no idea that he was almost killed by Ashburn, thanks to the cruel laws of the world.

The coming of the God of Light finally made the two of them feel a sense of urgency. El couldn't sleep that night, so he took the time to practice magic and slept very little in the following days.

Two months later, Al received a message from Bishop Edgar, saying that His Holiness the Pope had come out of seclusion and asked him to return to the royal city.

Al readily agreed, and after hanging up the crystal ball, he started to complain. What did the Pope's appearance have to do with him? They were all busy office workers, and they were separated by thousands of miles. It would be too much trouble to make such a long trip. If there was anything, couldn't they just make a phone call? No, could they communicate using the crystal ball?

Oh wait…he is the only busy office worker, while the Pope is a hands-off boss who can only give orders.

Al began to look forward to the days after his promotion again.

With the help of the teleportation array and the magic dragon, the return journey took ten days and they finally returned to the royal city.

Unlike Al, who was in a state of rest as soon as he returned to the royal city, His Royal Highness the Prince was quite happy to be back to rest for a while.

Before, he was either traveling or investigating corrupt dignitaries, and he also had to practice swordsmanship. Although his life was much more fulfilling and meaningful than before, and he could handle it with his physique as a high-level swordsman, he was exhausted...

A few years ago, he didn't like staying in the royal city. In addition to the quarrel with his mother, the dukes and marquises living here, as well as other top dignitaries, took every opportunity to persuade him to succeed to the throne.

And their children of school age often visit his manor. If he refuses to see them, there will be all kinds of encounters. It's ok for a pretty girl to get close to him, but isn't it a bit too much for a boy to hold his arm? How can he be gay?

At that time, His Royal Highness the Prince was very envious of his good friends, because with the title of the Son of Heaven who never married or had children, no one would dare to approach him openly.

Now, a few years later, Auston can finally live comfortably in the royal city. Why? Because those top dignitaries no longer bother him.

The nobles don't like Her Majesty Queen Felicia because she is too serious, inflexible, and has introduced many new laws that hinder everyone's work. Therefore, the nobles always attack her by saying that she has no royal blood and is not legitimate, and urge that Prince Austin has graduated from the academy and can succeed to the throne.

But... in the past few years, the good things that His Royal Highness has done outside have been reported back to the royal city. The nobles would get heart attacks every now and then because of the new news, and they think he is even crazier than Her Majesty the Queen!

It’s a pity that they thought Prince Austin was stupid and easy to fool, but they didn’t realize that he could not tolerate any sand in his eyes!

Many of the nobles executed by the prince were related to the duke and marquis of the royal city. Both the queen and his highness were people who would not listen to pleas for mercy. Every time they heard the news that someone had been executed, they felt a chill in their necks.

Soon, the nobles focused their attention on the Princess of Troy. Her Royal Highness was born noble, beautiful, intelligent, calm, and had a talent for magic. What a perfect successor!

Just like that, Austin was ignored by the powerful. He gloated and said goodbye to his good friend who was about to deal with a group of old foxes, and returned to his manor to enjoy a quiet vacation.

Al went back home first, leaving the dragon to be taken care of by his family, just like an old father who didn't want to take care of a child. Thinking that the Holy See had many rules, he let Yarlin stay as well.

Of course, there is also his partner who follows him everywhere. Al doesn't dare to let him walk around in the Vatican now, and he can't let him stay in his little temple from morning to night, so he plans to go back to the Vatican alone and coax his partner to go to the Sword Master Academy to communicate more with the seniors.

Winster was very reluctant to be separated from his brother. Besides being reluctant, he was also worried that he would know nothing if his brother was in danger.

Al coaxed a few words around the theory of “distance creates beauty”.

If they were separated, his brother would miss him. If they were not separated, his brother might find him annoying. Thinking of this, Winster nodded and agreed to go back to the college for a few days.

When Al returned to the Vatican, he had nothing else to do, so he went directly to see the Pope.

"Good day, Your Majesty. I hope I did not disturb you."

"No, long time no see, Al. You are always welcome to visit here." The white-haired man still had a superficial smile, "You look much more stable than a few years ago."

"..." When did I lose my composure? Al seriously doubted that the other party could not find anything else to praise.

"I was too naive before. After I took on the responsibility of being a Holy Son, I realized how much filth there was in this world that needed to be purified. Even our fellow priests had fallen..."

The silver-haired young man looked a little depressed. "I have experienced a lot in these years and have indeed grown a lot. I hope I will not disappoint you and my God."

"I have heard from Edgar about what you did during your travels. You executed your fallen companions, saved the reputation of the Church, and showed compassion to the weak. These are the qualities that my God appreciates."

After hearing from God about what the Son of God had done, Xia Zuo originally intended to stop El from continuing to execute priests who violated church rules.

But on his way back to the royal city, he passed through several cleared cities and found that the number of God's believers had not increased as much as he had imagined.

Xia Zuo was a little surprised. After observing the court for a few days, he found that the content of the sermons of the newly appointed priests had changed.

From the previous stories about what the God of Light and the Church have done for mankind, they teach believers what they should do to obtain the protection of God.

Until now, they talk more about laws and religious rules, teaching everyone to regulate their words and deeds and live in harmony. They even give free lessons every day to teach people how to read and write, and adopt homeless children from the city to live in the branch.

In the mouths of new believers, the Son of God appears more often than the God of Light.

Since Al's cleansing of the Vatican would not provide more faith to the gods, the Pope let him do it, lest the gods would be dissatisfied if they discovered his obstruction in the future.

Looking at the faith that floated from afar and fell on the silver-haired young man, Xia Zuo suddenly remembered the day when he invited the gods. The gods had said that this was a child favored by all living beings...

He thought it was just a casual remark at the time, but now it seems that there are more than just living creatures.

Born with such an outstanding talent, he was fortunately rescued even when thrown into the river and raised well. It seemed that the whole world favored him and wanted to help this child become a new god...

The young man smiled bitterly, "I hope that when my god sees my bloody soul, he will not think that I am cruel and unwilling to give my companions a chance to correct themselves."

The Pope comforted him gently, "The words I just praised you were also the will of my God. He has seen everything you have done and thinks that you have done the right thing."

Al opened his eyes wide, obviously very surprised. "Your Majesty, is this true? Did the Lord God of Light tell you personally?"

Xia Zuo looked at the faith condensed in the Son of God and narrowed his eyes slightly, "It's true. I dare not make up the words of my God."

When did this child become a believer?

Al was laughing when his pupils suddenly shrank. Damn... How did the power of faith that he had just used to strengthen his character drift into the Pope's body? !

Anyway, the Pope couldn't be the reincarnation or incarnation of the God of Light. Just now, Faith was still floating in the sky, but it suddenly changed direction, as if being pulled, and fell straight onto the Pope...

Al had also controlled other people's faith three years ago. If he could do this, it wouldn't be surprising if a big shot who lived hundreds of years longer than him could do the same. But... the Pope was competing with the God of Light for faith? That's outrageous!

He increasingly suspected that this person was just like himself, a fake believer and an actor.

But even if the Pope really had been acting, Al had no intention of relaxing in front of him, treating him as a teammate in the same camp dealing with the God of Light, or something like that. For some reason, he just couldn't get close to the Pope.

The young man always had a happy smile on his face, and Xia Zuo didn't notice the slightest abnormality in his expression.

El said happily, "It is my honor to be praised by my God!"

Xia Zuo looked at the sincere Saint Son, rubbed his fingertips, and suddenly brought up another topic, "Does Al know the underground treasure vault of the Lord?"

El's mind moved. "When I was first brought to the Vatican, I heard His Excellency the Bishop mention that, in addition to you being able to open it on your own, the second method requires him and all the archbishops to gather the keys to open it, right?"

The Pope nodded. "Al, do you want to go in and take a look? You are pious and sensible, and you have won the trust of our God. I think after you see what's inside, you will keep it a secret from others, right?"

Suddenly mentioning the treasure vault, Al felt that it was more than just sharing secrets, but...

"Yes, Your Majesty, I swear to the omniscient and omnipotent God that I will keep the secrets of the Holy See!"

He had been curious about this place for more than ten years, a place that even the archbishops had never been to. How could he miss the opportunity to enter it openly?