Chapter 22 Chapter 22 You keep staring at me.
Since traveling through time, Su Cheng has seen several beauties, each with their own unique charm and beauty.
Even so——
She couldn't describe the astonishment she felt at that moment.
The man had a perfect face that seemed to be carefully carved, with a few strands of curled hair scattered on the side of his face, brushing against his smooth white skin like snow.
His brow bones were like blades brushed by moonlight, and his nose bridge was like a pine branch covered with snow.
The lines of his profile were handsome and sharp, softened by the wall lamp, inexplicably adding a touch of purity and harmlessness.
The blond young man looked up at the ancient books on the bookshelf, seemingly immersed in his own thoughts.
After a moment's delay, he turned back thoughtfully.
It was as if he just realized that there was someone next to him.
Su Cheng stared at him blankly.
The man's eyes were pale gold, his irises like the surface of a lake at dusk, shrouded in the hazy, sad mist of late autumn, and his long, thick eyelashes like the shadows of trees swaying on the water.
She thought of the various poems and stories she had read.
Those lingering thoughts after falling in love at first sight, those unforgettable memories after being stunned by beauty.
A description of the ultimate beauty that she once could not understand and could not be visualized in her mind.
At this moment, it seemed as if everyone had a reference and an answer.
Bang, bang, bang—
Su Cheng heard his own heartbeat.
The blond young man glanced at her, then turned his head as if nothing had happened, and returned his gaze to the bookcase, looking at the spines of those thick ancient books.
He seemed to have not found the book he was looking for, his eyes slowly dropped, and in the end he did not reach out to touch any of them.
Seeing that the man was about to leave, Su Cheng decided to talk to him.
She thought about it and felt that this should not be an illusion or trap. She couldn't be suspicious all the time just because she was fooled once.
Then there might not be any need for the God of Contract to trick her, she would have suffered mental breakdown and collapsed on her own.
Su Cheng jumped up from the table, "Hey, what did you choose for dinner?"
The library was very quiet, and even if she lowered her voice, she was sure the other party could hear her.
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The blond young man paused and turned around in surprise.
He didn't say anything, just looked at her strangely, as if he couldn't understand her words or actions.
Su Cheng slowly took two steps forward. "Today's roast chicken legs are quite delicious, but those cold cut meat platters look good too. Unfortunately, I can't finish them. And those puff pastry boxes, I'm curious about what they are filled with——"
"Cream of mushroom."
The blond young man said softly.
Su Cheng: “!”
She had thought he might ignore her, or call the paladin on duty outside to drag her out.
After all, judging from the way he looked at the books, he seemed like a scholar who was devoted to research.
Therefore, they might not know the gossip that the archbishop invited the God-favored One today, nor would they necessarily pay attention to the situation at dinner.
Maybe they were so immersed in their research that they didn't want to eat, or maybe they didn't care what they ate after eating.
"Oh," Su Cheng said happily, "So that's your choice? Is it delicious?"
He looked at her noncommittally. "It depends on your taste."
Maybe this is also a picky guy.
Su Cheng thought silently, after all, judging from those chicken legs, the chefs of the Holy See were obviously very good.
"Where are those green juices?" She racked her brains to recall what was in the dining car. "Hmm, vegetable juice?"
"No, that's cold brew moss flower mint tea."
The blond youth spoke softly, his voice so beautiful it made one dizzy.
"It's an invention of the wood elves. There's a priestess here who comes from the Great Shadow Forest. It was provided for her, but some humans and orcs also like the taste."
He explained slowly.
Most of the members of the Church are humans orcs, but there are also races such as high-level natural elves.
Wood elves are also known as forest elves. Most of them live in the Great Shadow Forest, at the intersection of the Empire and the Kingdom of Finlay to the south.
Deep in the Shadow Forest lies the royal court of the Wood Elves, a place that ordinary humans cannot reach.
Su Cheng nodded, "Well, I'll try it if I have a chance--"
The sound stopped abruptly.
She suddenly realized a serious problem.
I just drank the juice.
Su Cheng lowered his head.
The red juice slid down the jaw and flowed to the side of the neck, blooming a bright flower on the beige shirt.
The sticky juice formed into lines, like blood, seeping into the grain of the fine linen bit by bit.
Su Cheng: “…………”
Why aren’t you wearing black or red clothes today!
And she actually used this thing to chat up strangers!
Su Cheng almost fainted.
She quickly unbuttoned her shirt and took it off, revealing the thin tank top underneath. "Sorry, I just, um, it was an accident."
The spring days in Jinpo City are already very warm, but it is still not suitable for the season to dress like this, but it is better than before.
The blond young man lowered his eyes and looked at her, "If you don't mind--"
He was wearing a clergyman's standard trench coat, with a lapel and a fitted waist, outlining his slender, elegant and well-proportioned figure.
Most of the pastors outside were dressed similarly, except that their coats were long or short.
The man happened to be wearing a short shirt, and the breeches under the hem were tightly wrapped around his thighs, and the tight leather wrapped around his full muscles.
The boots reached to the knee, with vine-like gold foil patterns wrapped around the calf and curved all the way to the square heel.
——Considering that their heels were about the same height, Su Cheng realized that this guy was also very tall.
Before, she only paid attention to the face and hair. Now that they were standing face to face, she could only barely look at the other person's collarbone.
The blond young man slowly unbuttoned his coat, revealing the snow-white shirt underneath.
His broad shoulders stretched the fabric into sharp folds, and the solid outline of his chest rose and fell faintly with his breathing.
The moment he took off his outer clothes, he looked like a beast taking off its armor, stripping off his gentle and refined appearance and revealing his savage and dangerous true face.
"You can wear this."
He casually handed over the windbreaker and said, "It will definitely get colder at night, be careful not to catch a cold."
He paused again, "...though I can heal you."
Everyone knows that any priest of the Vatican, even the lowest-ranking one, can use the most basic healing arts.
Su Cheng naturally would not doubt this statement.
But in this scenario, it sounds more like some kind of joke.
"Thank you, Reverend."
Su Cheng naturally wouldn't refuse such a kind offer, so he took it and held it in his arms, "You are so beautiful and kind--um, what should I call you?"
"Then I should also thank you for these compliments," the blond young man said calmly, "You can call me Ian."
Su Cheng searched his mind but couldn't find any information related to this name.
...Maybe this is just a beautiful passerby.
She thought so.
Lin Yun also had many inexplicable romantic encounters, and met some characters who only appeared once and had no follow-up, which led to readers pointing fingers in their comments.
"Nice to meet you," Su Cheng introduced himself, "I hope I haven't delayed your work."
"No," Ian said calmly, "I believe my job could be to chat with strangers about dinner here."
Su Cheng: “?”
Are you mocking me?
Why would I be ridiculed for saying something polite?
All right.
Maybe it was because she really disturbed other people's work.
Su Cheng took a deep breath and decided to stick with it until the end, so he deliberately showed an aggrieved expression, "Stranger? I thought we were friends."
Ian was silent for two seconds, perhaps defeated by her shamelessness, "...if you insist."
Su Cheng was putting on his clothes. The lining of his coat still retained the man's body temperature, and he suddenly felt much warmer.
The windbreaker uniform was very new and had no smell at all, whether from human breath or soapy or floral scent.
Aside from the temperature, it looked like it had just been bought from the store.
Su Cheng sniffed again, but could only smell the scent of his own juice.
Su Cheng: “…”
Maybe the smell is too strong and covers up everything else.
She reached into his pocket to see if there was anything left, but felt nothing.
Because of the difference in her body size, the hem of the dress almost reaches her knees, and it is much larger than the size that suits her, which may look a bit strange.
Su Cheng couldn't care less about so many things.
In her opinion, being able to get the other person's clothes on the first try was already quite an achievement.
——Next time you can use returning the clothes as an excuse to come see him.
Although she herself would soon have to leave Jinpo City, she had to go to the imperial capital for both the academy and the mercenary group's matters.
"Speaking of which," Su Cheng looked up at the bookshelf, "didn't you find the book you were looking for?"
Ian nodded slightly, "Well, the last time I came here was... a long time ago, maybe I remembered something wrong."
"Ah?" Su Cheng couldn't help but be surprised. "You don't work here, uh, stationed here? On duty? Then where are you usually?"
He glanced at her and said, "People might see me in various places, but relatively speaking, more often in the Holy City."
As the headquarters of the Holy See and the capital of the Holy Alliance, the holy city of Solan is indeed the place with the largest number of clergy.
Low, middle and high-level clergy are stationed in the holy city all year round, and those stationed outside must also return to report on their duties regularly. This is normal.
But Su Cheng always felt that his way of expression was a little strange, "...Okay."
"And I just spoke with the Archbishop," Ian said suddenly, "I heard he recommended a mental trainer to you."
"What?" Su Cheng looked at him in astonishment. "You are the trainer he hired? So you came to see me specifically?"
Then why did he just look at her and leave?
"Yes," the blond youth explained calmly, "When we met, you didn't look like you were in the right state to start studying. After all, you were still enjoying your after-dinner drink."
Su Cheng: “?”
Brother, I’ve enjoyed it all the way to my neck!
Su Cheng hesitated for a moment. "So you also know who I am? Or maybe you've heard some strange things about me?"
Ian looked at her thoughtfully, "I did hear some people say that you are the one favored by the God of Purity—"
For some reason, Su Cheng always felt like laughing.
etc.
She watched him spill his drink, and he was a witness to the scene. She didn't look like the type to be chosen by the God of Purity.
That's why he thought this rumor was so funny?
Su Cheng sighed, "That was indeed a misunderstanding, I didn't, hey, don't mention it again——"
"But you saw the vision of the Pure God?" he asked with interest, as if genuinely curious. "In the prayer room in West Hall 12?"
"The one with the unicorn?" Su Cheng held his forehead with his hand. "Yeah, I saw it, but those people outside the door saw it too, so it's no big deal..."
She originally thought that Ian might be the kind of person who was obsessed with research and might not be interested in these things, but she didn't expect him to be like this.
It seems that all the people in the Vatican are of the same character. They change their attitude whenever it comes to gods.
Thinking of this, her interest diminished a bit.
The blond young man glanced at her thoughtfully, "What did you say?"
Of course, Su Cheng wouldn't tell the whole truth. "It's nothing, actually. I wasn't quite sober at the time, and I was only paying attention to whether he was as beautiful as his statue. As a result, my mental strength was not good enough, so I couldn't see it clearly."
"Statue?" Ian repeated with an ambiguous tone. "Speaking of which, you were staring at me just now. Do you also think I look okay?"
Su Cheng: “?”
Well enough?
Are you being too modest? Or have you never looked in the mirror since you were born?
Su Cheng: "If you want me to compliment your appearance, you can just say it."
The blond youth raised his eyebrows slightly, "Compared to the God of Purity?"
Su Cheng: “?”
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