Chapter 043 The First Melon

The next morning, Daming came in from the small door at the back of the temple with a few books to look for Garcia, and was surprised to find that the entire bedroom was empty.

I saw that the quilt was neatly folded and the sheets were clean and new. Obviously, their owner had not used them at all last night.

Daming panicked.

Where is His Majesty the Holy Son?

He hurriedly pushed the door open and was about to gather people to look for him when he found the person who had made him so anxious in the temple hall that should have been empty.

The early morning sunlight shines through the tall stained glass windows and onto the white, spotless marble floor, making the entire hall faintly shrouded in a hazy and charming halo. A blond boy in a plain robe is lying on the flower bed outside the statue to rest.

His long golden hair, like a waterfall, was a little messy, and the pearl crown on his head fell to his feet, but he had a peaceful smile on his face, and seemed to be sleeping very soundly.

Blonde beauty.

While breathing a sigh of relief, Daming couldn't help but admire in his heart.

This Holy Son, His Majesty, truly possesses an incredibly good appearance.

No wonder even the gods favor him so much.

Damien walked up and gently patted Garcia's shoulder to wake him up.

"Hmm..." The shimmering, pearlescent green jade slowly lifted its veil. Garcia finally opened his emerald eyes and looked at the person before him, bewildered. "Damin?"

"It's me, Your Majesty." Damien supported Garcia's arm, helping him to his feet. "Why did you fall asleep here?"

Garcia's face suddenly froze.

It would have been fine if Daming hadn't mentioned it. As soon as he did, Garcia was reminded of the horrifying scene last night - Garcia had just finished being infatuated with the six-winged angel statue, and the moment he turned around, a pair of extremely familiar little eyes, which he had just seen a few hours ago, was looking at him from his nose.

Garcia couldn't resist at that time.

Before he passed out, he only vaguely remembered that his eyeball seemed to have double eyelids...

Recalling that horrifying scene, Garcia really wanted to pull Daming’s collar and yell, there is something fishy in your church!

But he didn't dare.

So I could only swallow my anger and secretly remind myself not to wander around at night anymore.

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In the afternoon, in the glass greenhouse, Garcia listened to the bishop giving him a popular class on the basic knowledge of the Vatican.

It was supposed to be held in an empty auditorium or a lecture hall for clergy to meditate, but Garcia insisted that he wanted to study in a better environment.

"Your Excellency, I'm allergic to the Vatican's incense. Can we have the class outdoors in a more open area?"

The blond boy made the request politely, and the request was not excessive, so the bishop naturally agreed.

In fact, during lunch, when the bishop found Damien and asked about Garcia's health, he heard him say that Garcia was allergic to the incense sticks commonly used in the Vatican, and that he fainted in the high priest's office yesterday for this reason.

The bishop immediately asked the priest in charge of logistics to replace all the incense.

So when Garcia took the initiative to ask to study outdoors, the bishop thought about it and took him to this beautiful glass greenhouse.

"Your Majesty, please call me by my name, or just call me Bishop," the bishop reminded kindly.

According to the strict hierarchy, the Son of God is the most honorable person in the entire Holy See except for the high priest. Once Garcia became the Son of God, and the first Son of God in nearly fifty years, the bishop who was originally ranked second was naturally demoted one level.

Also, yesterday, Garcia's performance in the trial was praised as miraculous by the two priests in charge of the matter, making all the clergy full of expectations for this Son of God who, despite his frail body, was extremely gifted.

The position of the Son of God is more like a mascot, and Garcia has the image of a cute and polite boy. Naturally, there will be no one who would be so upset as to embarrass him at this critical juncture.

The bishop was already an old man with gray hair, but he liked lively young men like him from the bottom of his heart and was happy to pamper him.

Just like now, when Garcia heard the bishop correcting him, he did not really discuss the relationship between them in terms of superiority or inferiority. Instead, he sweetly called the bishop "Grandpa".

The bishop was stunned at first, then, with a deliberately stern face, he told him, "Your Majesty, I'm afraid it's not appropriate for others to hear you address me like that."

Unexpectedly, Garcia wasn't afraid at all. He winked at him playfully and said, "So that means I can call you that in private, right? Grandpa Bishop."

This is also what Garcia learned from her years of working as a foreign model in China.

Don't hit a smiling person. After a conversation, he successfully made the bishop, who already liked him, prefer him even more.

In fact, it is better to say that it is a small lecture hall specially arranged for Garcia to answer questions.

Over the course of the entire afternoon, the bishop gave detailed answers to all of Garcia's questions.

Garcia was also smart. He deliberately chose to ask questions related to the history of the Holy See. Following this line of thought, Garcia also learned a lot of information about this world, about countries, magic, and various races.

It amazed him!

At the same time, Garcia also felt more and more that the body and identity his soul had entered were very good.

Let him enjoy his new life in another world safely without any worries or survival troubles.

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"Your Majesty, let's stop here for today." The bishop closed the hardcover book in his hand and dismissed the get out of class. "The formal course on magic will have to wait until the high priest returns, and he will teach you personally."

Garcia nodded. "Okay, thank you, Grandpa Bishop. I've benefited greatly from your lessons."

Garcia did not go to the cafeteria to eat with the bishop. After seeing the bishop off, he stayed alone in the glass greenhouse for a long time.

Quietly digesting and organizing the information just received.

He was a soul that traveled through time after death. He did not inherit the original body's memory, and he did not know why he was able to replace him.

But Garcia guessed that the original body was most likely an orphan, otherwise he would not have come to the Holy See alone to participate in the selection of the Son of God, which seemed like a child's play. This country has not had a Son of God in nearly fifty years. Even the clergy of the Holy See did not care much about the selection of the Son of God. It seemed that they felt that no one else could meet the requirements and complete the trial.

That's why the trial Garcia participated in yesterday was so boring, and the two priests were extremely unreliable.

I don’t know where those young people who were not selected went?

After reviewing this, Garcia couldn't help but smile slightly, but what reached his ears was not laughter, but a gurgling sound - his stomach was growling.

As a former model, Garcia basically skipped dinner to maintain her figure.

But now, this weak young man's body obviously cannot sustain eating even if he doesn't want to.

Garcia flicked the dirt off his hands and was about to stand up. He was thinking about something, his mind was in a mess, and he couldn't help pacing. Gradually, he walked to the depths of the greenhouse and sat down on the ground in a clump of lush wisteria.

Just as I was about to stand up, I heard a series of hurried footsteps accompanied by heavy breathing.

Subconsciously, Garcia squatted back to his original position.

Who?

He took advantage of the cover of the wisteria flowers and quietly watched the person who had walked to the center of the greenhouse.

He was a man with neat short white hair, tall stature, and handsome looks that were even as good as his own.

Garcia raised an eyebrow in interest.

But soon, his brows furrowed again because he found that this handsome man seemed to be seriously injured.

He looked extremely weak and staggered.

Finally, as if he could no longer hold on, he fell to the ground.

The blood flowing from the arm left a pool of deep red water on the originally smooth surface of the tiles.

He didn't look like a member of the Vatican, but rather like an injured wild animal that had sneaked in.

Just as Garcia was hesitating whether to step forward and help him, or call someone to deal with him, someone else came in.

He was a handsome man with long hair and wearing expensive robes.

What day is it today? Why are Crouching Dragon, Phoenix, and I, a smart guy, all gathered in this glass greenhouse that doesn't look hidden at all?

Do you know that you should avoid people when you do bad things?

Although he was complaining madly in his heart, Garcia's body was very honest. He maintained the difficult squatting posture and did not show any intention of avoiding suspicion even though it was very hard.

He really loves eating melons!

In the middle of the greenhouse, the elegant man in a long robe seemed to be looking at something strange. He clicked his tongue twice and smiled playfully.

The handsome man lying on the ground, his voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, full of hatred, grievance and unwillingness to accept: "Old man, if you don't intend to save me, then get out! Don't laugh at me..."

When he spoke, his breathing was very unstable, gasping for breath, as if he had suffered some kind of abuse.

There is an inexplicable beauty of torture.

The robed man, whom he called an old man, was actually very young. He squatted down, gently touched the handsome man's cheek with his finger, and teased: "I taught you that if you want to be loved, it's best to say it directly. Don't beat around the bush, little cat."

Kitten? What kind of disgusting name is that?

Garcia felt a chill.

This man in the robe looks very handsome, why does he speak in such a greasy tone?

The robed man continued, "Besides, if you had come to me earlier, you wouldn't have been injured so badly."

The handsome man was furious, and Garcia could hear his heavy breathing from a distance.

I couldn't help but feel a little anxious, afraid that he would accidentally anger himself to death.

Just as Garcia was about to take a closer look at this heartbreaking drama of "Lovers are jealous when they meet, you're hurt and I'm heartbroken, but I won't say it, I want you to tell me first," the plot took a turn, running eight hundred miles to a place he couldn't even imagine.

In the blink of an eye, the battle-damaged beauty lying on the ground suddenly disappeared, and in her place was a snow-white leopard with black rose patterns.

The leopard breathed out fiercely and quickly scratched three bloody scratches on the face of the robed man who lowered his head to check its injuries.

"roar--"

There were some fresh pieces of meat mixed in the gaps between the shiny nails.

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The author has something to say:

Garcia’s daily routine: eating melons, and then she couldn’t hold it in and secretly told her idol husband.

Angel: Do you dare to look into my eyes and talk to me?

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