Chapter 021 The Shadow of the Mother Goddess
All the believers bowed to the man and Bai Tutu also returned to the team and bowed his head respectfully like the others.
"Your Excellency, we discovered someone had broken into the Vatican's greenhouse, so we came here to search. It's our fault for not doing our job well..."
The leading believer reported the situation to him in a low voice.
"I said, your duty is to guard this place, not to break in."
There was no emotion in the bishop's voice.
The leading believer immediately fell silent, waiting for the coming punishment in despair.
Not only him, but everyone else also turned pale, waiting for the judgment that would decide their fate.
When Bai Tutu heard this, cold sweat covered his forehead.
She had been sneaking into the church in disguise for more than a month. Although she had not been discovered during this month, she had learned a lot of information about the bishop.
The supreme administrator of the church and the spokesperson of God.
His noble status was enough to make everyone prostrate themselves at his feet. For the believers in the church, they were not even allowed to look directly at the bishop's face without permission.
Mysterious and majestic, noble and cold.
This huge sense of distance and class concept makes the bishop's power particularly lofty in the church of this small town, above everything else.
He represents God's will and is the only guide for believers.
The deeper she went into the church, the more she could feel the madness and evil within, which was as tempting as an abyss to fall into depravity.
Everyone was drowning in a whirlpool of desire like the deep sea, their bodies covered in black mud, unable to reach the shore.
A trace of despair flashed across her eyes.
But...why in front of Rongrong?
If she had known the bishop would come, she would not have appeared before him at this time.
Everyone's spirits were stretched to the limit by the bishop's words. Then the bishop's low and pleasant voice rang out: "You should be thankful that you have not disturbed my sweetheart. Leave here immediately."
…
Bai Tutu: “???”
Apart from them, there was only one intruder hiding here. The bishop's meaning was very clear, this person was his sweetheart.
Bai Tutu's mood was very complicated.
Just now, she was concentrating on how to protect Rong Le from getting away...but in the blink of an eye, this guy became the bishop's guest of honor?!
The live broadcast room was also confused by the direction of the plot.
When the bishop first appeared, the comments were full of screams, fearing that Rong Le was in danger of death. Unexpectedly, things later developed in a direction that they could not understand.
"I just want to know how charming this guy is, and why he's so entangled with every key plot character?"
"Rongrong has never seen this bishop before, right? How did his status rise so rapidly? Is he entering the same module as other players?"
"Rongrong, who is still hiding behind the bushes:??"
At this time, the parties involved were also full of doubts.
Suddenly becoming the bishop's sweetheart was a development that Rong Le had not expected.
Everyone froze in place. The bishop said "Hmm?" in a faint voice with an unclear emotion. The believers suddenly woke up as if from a dream and evacuated the place one after another.
Peace returned to the greenhouse.
Rong Le didn't move.
He heard a faint sound, and it seemed that the bishop was walking towards him at a leisurely pace.
He actually knew that he was hiding here a long time ago.
The bishop's tone was still gentle: "Come out, aren't you tired of hiding there?"
Rong Le's brain was working rapidly, analyzing the current situation and the strategy to deal with it.
The bishop was getting closer and closer, as if pressing on. He no longer hesitated and asked, "Why do you say that?"
The bishop paused. "Hmm?"
At this time, he was only a few steps away from where Rong Le was hiding. Rong Le was hiding in the shadows behind the neatly trimmed grass on the edge, with almost nowhere to escape.
He stood here, seemingly listening carefully to Rong Le's words.
Rong Le lowered her voice, speaking sincerely and humbly, "I've never seen you before. I came here out of my ridiculous curiosity. I hope you can forgive my rudeness. I swear I will never appear in front of you again."
After he finished speaking, the bishop was silent for a moment and did not respond for a while.
"Is it this time..."
The Bishop's voice was thoughtful.
In an elusive trance, he murmured something softly, "I was abrupt, and I should be the one to apologize. Please don't mind what I said."
...people who cannot be understood.
Rong Le felt very uncomfortable with this situation of being controlled by others, and he wanted to leave here immediately.
He felt absolutely terrible.
Rong Le said calmly: "In that case, then I will leave first?"
The bishop's emotions were difficult to discern in the silence.
"As you wish," he said.
His words were gentle yet profound:
"But we'll see each other soon."
…
Rong Le didn't expect his words to come true so quickly.
After being released, Rong Le tactfully left the greenhouse and returned the same way. He did not encounter any cultists who were trying to capture him along the way.
He returned to the hall relying on his memory and happened to catch the mass just as it was about to begin.
Rong Le thought it was over and she could go back to the hotel to sleep: "..."
Maybe this is the fate that cannot be escaped.
At this time, most people had found their seats, and only the first two rows had some empty seats. Rong Le found a seat and sat down.
The people in the first two rows seemed unusual. When Rong Le, a stranger, sat down here, she immediately attracted many hidden gazes.
Rong Le didn't care about these gazes. He would look back casually and take the opportunity to collect information. He also saw a few familiar faces in the first few rows.
The tavern owner was sitting in the corner, daydreaming. When Rong Le saw him, he was either just waking up or on his way to sleep.
The boss also saw him, but didn't react in any special way, just raised his eyebrows.
Harry, whom he had met briefly in the pub, was also here. Next to him sat several companions with similar temperaments. They were all equally elegant and arrogant, as if they were cast from the same mold.
Harry raised his chin and looked over arrogantly. When he saw that it was Rong Le, his emotions suddenly became high and he seemed to want to run over.
The companions nearby may have felt embarrassed and quietly moved aside.
Rong Le turned her head expressionlessly, not looking at the face-chaser.
Maybe he was just too lucky, but when he turned around, he saw Kurosawa, who hadn't taken off his white coat even when he came to church, sitting in the seat next to him across the aisle.
“…”
Hei Ze stared at him silently, not knowing how long he had been looking at him. When he saw Rong Le looking at him, he coldly withdrew his gaze.
Kurosawa looked even more decadent, his cheeks were extremely thin, and it seemed as if he would die suddenly on the spot at any moment.
Rong Le withdrew his gaze and frowned slightly.
It's very strange, there's a weird feeling everywhere.
Rong Le's brows twitched as she looked at the bishop in front of her who was respectfully surrounded by believers.
He slowly walked up to the platform, his handsome face even had a bit of divinity, and under the light he looked like an unattainable god.
Rong Le was quick to notice at first sight that some of the characteristics revealed in this man's every move were no different from those of the guy who had cornered him and could only beg for mercy.
A jackal who is good at disguising himself but is vicious and greedy at heart.
The commentators subconsciously held their breath because of the Bishop's appearance:
"The church's biggest boss...is here."
"You have such a strong aura, completely different from how you looked in the garden just now."
"Rongrong is about to trigger a death crisis. Once the mass officially begins, the church will completely turn into a nightmare for the players."
Rong Le looked up at the bishop on the stage with a calm expression.
The bishop was also looking at him. He was wearing a sacred and majestic robe and had a young and handsome face. Time seemed to have blurred the traces on his body, making it impossible to guess his real age.
The tall stained glass statues looked even more mysterious and magnificent under the bright lights in the hall, as if they could confuse people's minds.
The bishop's condescending gaze entangled him like a cage.
"We'll see you soon."
Rong Le remembered his last words.
Was this all within his expectations?
This guy's desire for control is deep-rooted, and he's the kind of person who doesn't like being controlled.
Rong Le felt the bishop's gaze on her and gave him a bright smile.
The deep green eyes seemed particularly cold due to bad mood, but still full of beauty.
The bishop withdrew his gaze, and the corners of his mouth seemed to rise.
From the moment he appeared, the noise of communication in the entire hall almost disappeared.
With the arrival of the bishop, the Mass officially began.
The traditional Mass is commonly heard of by Catholics. It is mainly composed of readings from the Bible and a sermon by the priest. Everyone receives bread and red wine, and after eating, they are with Jesus and can be saved.
He followed the reactions of the crowd throughout the whole process, lowering his head when asked, closing his eyes when asked, and mumbling along while praying.
In fact, Rong Le has seen enough of these things to be at ease with them, and has become so familiar with them that he is no longer interested in them.
He was so bored that he wanted to lie down on the bench and take a nap.
It would be even better if it was daytime, the sun would shine in through the window and warm the long table.
Unfortunately, the bishop seemed to deliberately make things difficult for him, and he would look in his direction every few minutes during the ceremony.
As the bishop conducting the ceremony, he was under everyone's attention.
Therefore, this action is very obvious, telling everyone clearly that you care.
Rong Le, who was forced to become the focus: "..."
The boss sneered and sat in the corner to watch the show.
Hei Ze glanced back and forth at the two people on and off the stage, snorted meaningfully, and looked at Rong Le with pity in his eyes.
It seemed as if disaster was about to happen to him.
Rong Le lowered his eyes slightly.
The bishop's actions caused the threat of death to appear in his perception several times. These crises came from all directions, and he could not identify the specific direction.
Sure enough, the bishop would not let him get through the mass safely.
The black-haired, green-eyed detective sat in the front row, looking a little tired. He seemed unaware of the covetous eyes behind him. He was like a piece of fat meat that automatically jumped into a trap, making people salivate.
Rong Le's heart was pounding, and his intuition was alerting him frantically.
He quietly took out a mirror.
Although the mirror can reflect images, it is concealed enough due to its material. It is a very practical little prop he found in the suitcase.
Rong Le adjusted her angle and looked through the mirror to see what was happening behind her.
Then, he met the eyes of the dense crowd in the mirror.
Rong Le's pupils suddenly contracted, and her back instantly broke out in cold sweat due to the stimulation!
——Behind him, everyone had scarlet eyes, staring at him expressionlessly.
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