Chapter 197 Emperor x Cultist 18

The sun came out after the snowstorm left today. Qianzhou stood under the stained glass of the church and looked up at the sky.

People who live in ice and snow all year round always hope that warmth will come, so that they don’t have to get their hands and feet covered with sores as soon as they go out.

Qian Zhou raised his hand and pointed at the circular colored glass at the highest point. "Teacher, is this the closest to the library?"

Pus nodded. He was much quieter today than usual.

Inside the church, several of Qian Zhou's fellow disciples were lying outside the window, looking down at the servants digging a grave for Savile.

"Savier is really dead..."

"Why are there still deaths in the kingdom... I thought that annoying guy Xavier could live longer..."

A heavy atmosphere spread, and even though the sun was shining brightly, these rich kids who usually only cared about having fun could not be happy.

Qianzhou changed into a white robe, as if to pay tribute to Savile.

There seems to be no custom of holding funerals here. When people die, they are buried in the ice and snow.

A large open space behind the church is used for this purpose.

The outer circle is surrounded by a fence, and when the sun rises, the small tombstones in the snow are illuminated.

Savile was buried on the edge, perhaps so that people passing by could see him and know that Savile existed in the church.

Qianzhou squatted on the ground and patted the buried soil with his hands.

A few white snowflakes fell from the trembling fingers, and the cold wind blew gently. Savile fell asleep here forever.

Qianzhou stood up, looked back at Pus, and went back to the church with him.

Having lived in the church for so long, Qianzhou already knew what each room was used for. He saw Pus enter the alchemy room.

Standing at the door, with the cat's tail hanging between his legs, he asked, "What is this talisman paper for?"

"Requiem Charm," Pus said. "It's a term used a long time ago. It's just a piece of paper, not very useful."

"Go put it on Savile."

"Yeah." Qianzhou took it. Only after Savile's death would Pus take more care of him.

Qianzhou stepped over the small fence and glued it to the side of Savile's tombstone. It was a very small piece and not very noticeable.

"The teacher gave it to you. I'm going to the royal family in two days."

"When the Snow Demon comes looking for me again, I will find a way to avenge you."

Qian Zhou stretched out his fingers and gently placed them on the tombstone. "May you live a better life in your next life."

[System 052: There's no such thing as a next life here.]

Qianzhou: There will be, I said so.

When Qianzhou went back to find Pus, Pus's slender fingers were hooked with a golden bell.

Golden light was reflected in the center of the room, and there were many carved patterns on the surface, which looked like spells.

"Teacher, does this have any effect?" Qian Zhou held the bell in his hand and looked down at it carefully.

Then I discovered that the little thing in the middle of the bell had a hole in it, so it wouldn't make too much noise when it collided.

The sound is crisp but not too noisy.

This shouldn't just be a pretty accessory.

Pus picked out a black ribbon, tied the bell around Qianzhou's neck, and said, "When you get over there, if anyone bullies you, just write to the church and I'll skin them alive."

Pus frowned with a cold expression. He looked down on these people in the church, and even more so on those in the royal family.

Qianzhou felt that if he was as strong as the Snow Demon, he would definitely kill both Honglian and the Pope.

When Pus is expressionless, he always looks world-weary, as if everyone in the world disgusts him.

And in the vast ice, the only remaining warmth was all concentrated on Qian Zhou.

"You were only this small when I picked you up."

As Pus spoke, he raised his foot, as if he had often stepped on Qianzhou's head when Qianzhou was a child.

"This bell contains an extremely powerful magic circle. When you sense danger, pour magic power into it."

"Do you understand?" Pus asked.

Qian Zhou nodded and said, "I understand."

He thought Pus had nothing more to say, because Pus had turned around and was fiddling with his alchemical potions.

Qianzhou turned and left, went back to his room and started packing his things.

He actually didn't have much stuff, so he had to take his toiletries and quilt with him, just like he was moving house.

Qianzhou quickly packed out several bags, but then remembered that he would be there in two days, so he took out the pillows and quilt with great effort and threw them on the bed.

At this moment, there was a loud explosion not far away, as if from the direction of Pus.

"Teacher!" Qian Zhou ran over hurriedly.

Seeing Pus surrounded by students, the students didn't dare to approach or ask questions, and could only stare at him.

Pus's face was calm, his hair was a little messy, and he was obviously hit hard.

He frowned and said coldly: "What are you looking at? Get out of here."

Qianzhou also rolled along. Pus had never failed when performing alchemy before, but this time not only did he fail, he also made such a big noise.

Qianzhou consciously walked back, but was stopped by Pus, "Qianzhou, come here."

When Qianzhou got closer, he found that there was a little dust on Pus's nose and cheek, so Qianzhou picked up his sleeves and stood on tiptoe to wipe it off bit by bit.

Pus lowered his eyes and looked at Qianzhou. After a long while, he asked, "Have you packed your things?"

Qian Zhou said, "I've packed everything. I want to take it all with me."

Because I don’t know how long I will stay there or when I will be able to come back.

"Let me see." Pus followed Qianzhou and fell silent when they reached his room.

Qianzhou had cleaned up a lot of miscellaneous items, and the bag near the door contained many of his childhood things. Only then did Pus realize that Qianzhou had not thrown away any of them.

There is a magical photo inside that will never fade, showing little Qianzhou eating the tip of his tail.

Pus was younger at that time. He stared at Xiao Qianzhou's smacking mouth with a frown, as if he thought the child was troublesome and regretted picking him up.

Pus picked up the photo frame, and a cat toy fell out of the bag.

“…”

The dignified Platinum Bishop felt a lump in his throat at this moment, as if his child was going on a long journey and would never come back.

"Take all these with you?" Pus's voice was a little hoarse.

Qianzhou picked up the cat toy and shook it from side to side, his eyes fixed on the bell decorated with feathers. "It's super fun."

[System 052: You like this kind of thing now]

Qianzhou: But it’s really fun.

[System 052: It’s okay, you’re a cat]

Two days passed quickly. Qianzhou might not be able to see Pus for a week before.

Now, Pus even has to watch him eat.

Qianzhou was forced to eat a lot of extremely unpalatable but nutritious vegetable leaves.

Qianzhou was chewing his food with a crunching sound. Pus stared at the spoon in the soup and suddenly asked, "You really have nothing to do with Honglian?"

"No." Qian Zhou looked at Pus in confusion, "He is the emperor, and I don't usually see him."

Pus felt relieved, "That's right."

After all, on that day, Honglian seemed to be holding on to the person.

Pus was very worried that Red Hair wanted to take advantage of his cat, Baicai.