Chapter 132: The Promise with the Great Saint (3)

This guy, what nonsense is he talking about.

Looking at the Great Saint not far away, Virgil had a strange look on his face.

When he and Gerald visited the High Saint before, the High Saint said that she would stay here for a while and would not return to the headquarters so soon. As for her purpose, it was naturally for Ron.

At this moment, Christian seemed to sense Ron and Virgil's gazes, and walked towards Ron with graceful steps. Before he arrived, a unique fragrance entered Ron's nose.

Christian didn't mind the dirtiness, nor was he too averse to the attitude of the Great Saint. She sat quietly beside him like Ron, and her fair and tender profile could be seen from the corner of his eye.

"What's wrong? Things should have been resolved smoothly, why do you look unhappy?"

"By the way, I mentioned before that I hope to invite you to the headquarters to serve as the Holy Son. What do you think about it?"

Her voice is husky and very pleasant to hear.

"It's my pleasure." Ron smiled and said quietly.

Christian's eyes lit up: "When are you going to leave? Don't be too anxious. If you have any unresolved matters in Larnaca, you can take your time to sort them out. I'll stay here and wait for you."

Ron shook his head slightly, his smile still on his face: "You will be leaving soon."

After Christian leaves, the repairman's back-up plan will gradually become apparent.

Ron had a feeling that this time would not be long, perhaps in the next second.

Christian was slightly stunned. Just when she was about to say something, she suddenly felt an itch in her ear. She put a finger on her ear, and the voice of Sister Diena, the Forgotten One who stayed at the headquarters of the Church of the Goddess of Dawn, soon rang in her ear.

Christian's expression gradually changed.

A few seconds later, Christian held up her skirt with both hands and stood up. Her expression became very solemn and she looked at Ron: "Sir, have you seen this future?"

"What do you mean?"

"The headquarters of the Church of the Dawn Goddess is built on a huge seal, and inside the seal is suppressed an evil god. It is the duty of the Great Saint to guard and repair the seal."

"Now that the seal is broken, we must return to the headquarters of the Church of the Goddess of Dawn immediately. Otherwise, once the seal is completely broken and the evil god is born, the consequences will be unimaginable." Christian said in a deep voice.

This seal had not been affected at all in the more than ten years since she took over as the Great Saint. Who could have thought that it would suddenly loosen.

It is even said that in the 8,000-year history of the Church of the Goddess of Dawn, there is no record of the seal being loosened. As a great saint, as long as a certain amount of magic power is input into the seal every few months, the seal can be kept running.

Beside him, Virgil's face suddenly became extremely gloomy.

Sure enough, fate has not been changed.

Ron's expression was very calm. He was not surprised at all. The repairman's skills were gradually revealed.

Ron knew that the evil god was sealed in the headquarters of the Church of the Goddess of Dawn, but he did not expect that the repairman would start from here. After all, in the game, this seal had not had any problems for more than 20 years, and it belonged to the description in the background.

After a brief pause, Christian spoke again: "Sir, how about you come with me to the headquarters now?"

Ron shook his head: "I can't leave."

Christian's breathing paused slightly, and he was about to say something when at this moment, a burst of hurried footsteps suddenly came from a distance.

Subconsciously looking in the direction where the sound came from, a staggering old figure appeared in front of everyone.

Seraphina looked even more strange: "Uncle Anthony? Why are you here?"

The old man was Anthony, the old butler of the Marquis of York. He looked pale and anxious. He ran all the way here desperately, his legs were shaking, and his voice was like a drake with a pinched throat: "Miss, it's bad... Master, the master was kidnapped by Snow Philip. He wants you and Mr. Ron to see him. You are not allowed to bring anyone else, otherwise he will kill the master."

Ron let out a sigh. This repairman didn't even bother to act... This arrangement was quite crude. It was obviously a temporary remedial measure made by the repairman in a short period of time. It was far from being as smooth and logical as the initial arrangements.

But this is a good thing for Ron. The rougher it is, the more loopholes it has.

He dusted off his butt, stood up, and said to Christian, "See, I told you I couldn't leave."

"The seal is important, go back, don't worry, I will go to the Royal City to find you sooner or later."

Christiane felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't tell what was wrong. Plus the threat of the seal being broken, once the evil god was born, it would be a disaster for the entire Granville, and even the Dusk Continent. After a few seconds of struggle, Christine gradually regained her composure. She looked at Ron and raised her right hand towards him: "Then it's a deal..."

Ron smiled slightly and raised his right hand as well: "It's an appointment."

Snap! The palms intertwined.

Christian felt a little weird. It was the first time she cared so much about a man. She stomped her feet and flew into the air: "Then I'll wait for you in the royal city!"

The voice was floating in the sky, and the graceful figure was already flying towards the direction of the royal city.

After sending Christian away, Ron turned to Anthony and said, "Where is Snow Philip?"

"He said that only Mr. Ron and Miss Seraphina can go to the old house of the Philip family. If a third person is found, he will kill the master... Mr. Ron, please, save my master." Anthony's eyes were a little red.

Ron glanced at Charlene furtively.

The excellent female killer understood what he meant and disappeared silently.

Ron grabbed Seraphina's shaking hand: "Seraphina, it's okay, I promise."

Ron immediately looked to the side and said, "Virgil, take your people back to Morroll Church immediately. There may be problems there. Take Lydia with you, maybe she can help."

As for Archbishop Gerald...if possible, I really hope that this kind old man can survive.

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Larnaca city.

The destruction of the young god and the black beast caused quite a stir in the city.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

However, because a large number of city guards were arranged in advance to calm people, people did not fall into chaos. Groups of people gathered on the streets, discussing what the dazzling white light was.

On the noisy street, a pregnant woman was staggering. She had a bright red flower on her head, but her fingers were as rough as tree bark.

In front of her was the Morol Cathedral.

This is a woman in her twenties. Judging from her fluffy skirt, although she is not a noble, she should have a fairly good family background, most likely a daughter of a merchant family. Judging from her face shape and facial features, she is a typical beauty, but her complexion looks quite haggard.

As for the reason for her haggard look, perhaps it was because the loose skirt stretched her tight belly... Even a pregnant woman who was ten months pregnant and about to give birth would not look so exaggerated.

Could it be that this was a multiple birth? Based on the responsibility and conscience of the clergy, the two nuns at the door immediately walked quickly to the side of the pregnant woman, one on the left and one on the right, supporting the pregnant woman, fearing that she would fall accidentally.

"Ma'am, are you about to give birth?" A nun drew a rising sun on her chest. "I'm very sorry, you may have to wait for a while. The senior priests in the church have temporarily left, but please don't worry, I believe they will be back soon. Goddess of Dawn, I believe you will be able to give birth to a healthy baby."

Some pregnant women from wealthy families choose to give birth in the church.

This is a very natural choice. After all, the church has a large number of priests who are good at healing. Even if hemorrhage occurs, it can be treated in time. It is the best choice for both pregnant women and fetuses.

In the eyes of these two nuns, the pregnant woman was naturally the same.

The woman smiled slightly and stroked her belly with her fingers: "I also believe that he will be a very healthy child."

Her smile seemed to have a very special infectious power, and the nun next to her couldn't help but laugh along: "You should have asked your family to send you here. It's too dangerous for a pregnant woman like you to fall on the way alone."

The pregnant woman shook her head slightly: "My family members are all gone."

The two nuns looked slightly stiff, with a hint of apology on their faces: "Sorry, we didn't know..."

"It doesn't matter. Although they are gone, I know they will always be with me." The pregnant woman's smile became even warmer. She gently stroked her belly and looked at the two nuns: "Sorry, can you prepare some food for me? My child said he is a little hungry."

The two nuns looked at each other and could see the weirdness in each other's eyes. It seemed that the pregnant woman had been so shocked by the absence of all her family members that her mental state had become a little abnormal.

What a pitiful woman! No wonder her hands have become so rough, not much better than dry tree bark. She is wearing a red flower on her head, and she is obviously showing signs of dementia.

A nun sighed and said softly, "What do you want to eat, bread or..."

Before she could finish her words, the nun suddenly discovered that the pregnant woman in front of her had become extremely strange. Her eyes were full of scarlet bloodshot, and there seemed to be something strange, furry, wriggling around her big eye circles.

Long, thin, scarlet lines gradually extended from around the eyes, like the stamens of some flower.

Phew!

The nun's face was filled with fear, and before she could even let out a scream, a strange voice was heard.

The slender red stamens had penetrated her chest.

"heart……"

"My child said...the heart of a priest is the most delicious!"

Here comes the third chapter, and there will be an update today.

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