Ronnie told him that the temple did not suffer any losses because many of the things it was forced to get involved in were things that the Temple of Nature was originally going to do, but Leonardo just pushed the process forward with good intentions.
This was a consolation. Xu Shiqing knew very well that he was not good at these things, or rather, he was extremely lacking in them. Fortunately, his friend Alger Lecter was good at this and was willing to teach him.
Therefore, it was difficult for Xu Shiqing not to feel dissatisfied with Leonardo about the fact that His Majesty had overworked his friend.
"I'm fine." Alger noticed his worry and displeasure, and patted his head with a frivolous look. "I'm not that reluctant. His Majesty is my friend after all. He wouldn't force me to do anything I don't want to do."
But if you're just looking for fun, that's another matter.
"...Okay." Xu Shiqing still frowned, not knowing whether it was because of Alger's indifferent attitude or because he was unhappy about realizing that he and Leonardo were good friends. "Anyway, I won't do that."
But he has always been green in this regard, and he couldn't think about why he cared about these things, or why he wouldn't be like this to Ronnie, who was also his friend, so he didn't think there was anything wrong with his tone, which was full of resentment and bitterness.
"..." It was precisely because of this that Alger couldn't bring himself to let go... After all, his beloved was just a piece of wood, not hopeless.
When one realizes that they are special in the eyes of another, it is difficult to suppress the desire to take the next step. Alger is in this situation.
But how could he remain calm? A bird with dazzling feathers was right before his eyes, within his reach; a bouquet of vibrant flowers and herbs bloomed passionately in his arms.
Anyone who backs down from this is the most cowardly and greedy person in the world, because after receiving such pure and beautiful true love, he does not want to return the love with emotions that are equal to or even far exceed what the other person has given.
So Alger reached out and wrapped his hand around the other person's, his words as warm as the warmth he conveyed: "Of course you wouldn't do that, because we are best, best friends, right?"
[…Friends] 021, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly sighed, and for some reason there was a sense of sarcasm in his voice.
Xu Shiqing didn't have time to reply to Him because he was in a state of panic and unable to take care of himself.
In his limited twenty-six years of life, no one had ever expressed their feelings to him so directly. He had no such experience and naturally could not respond accordingly.
Alger watched him blush from his ears to his cheeks. He nodded, perhaps realizing that this reaction wasn't the right one, but he didn't know what to say. He hesitated, wanting to speak again. This made Alger unable to bear it. After all, he just wanted to cheer him up, not embarrass him.
On the other hand, the Duke thought thoughtfully that it seemed that the high priest had high offense and low defense, so he had to choose his words carefully and grasp the degree, otherwise it would easily become a bully.
Perhaps the heavens couldn't bear to see the passionate and affectionate atmosphere here—Alger thought bitterly afterwards. A message from another person in charge of the competition's organizing committee made the two of them look solemn.
"A contestant's condition appears to be contaminated!" The person in charge, who was fully aware of the matter concerning the God of Plague, immediately informed Alger upon discovering something was amiss.
On the one hand, the person causing the problem at the scene was a renowned prince from the Imperial Capital Star, a formidable force whose power, fueled by the pollution, was beyond the reach of the organizing committee. Secondly, the High Priest of the Temple of Nature was clearly a pollution expert. After all, as a believer in the good deity, he possessed a restraining effect on the power of the evil deity. Finally, even if the pollution couldn't be resolved, suppressing it until capable personnel arrived on the scene was an option.
The scene was tense, and it was obvious that the two sides were not only competing with each other, but also had some personal grudges that outsiders were not aware of.
Alger had already forcibly stopped the game and decisively cut off the live broadcast. He stood expressionlessly by as the fierce god suppressed a group of ignorant military cadets. He had no doubt that given the contempt these young people had for the temple, they would be unable to resist rushing forward when they saw the elves chanting strange spells.
That was too much trouble. Although it was not a big deal, Alger would not let the elves notice such a trivial unpleasant thing.
He thought casually, what's more, the families behind these guys should know Pani and know what kind of people they shouldn't mess with look like.
"This is the 'plague,'" Xu Shiqing said solemnly, "I've used magic to stabilize his condition, but if it's not resolved quickly, the pollution will erode his consciousness..."
He didn't finish the rest of his words, but everyone else understood what he meant.
Alger frowned imperceptibly. He exchanged a glance with the elf, waved his hand, and began sending the injured to the medical room. He instructed the person in charge to suspend the game and have the cadets get a checkup first.
Arriving at the medical room, Xu Shiqing took advantage of the moment before the others pushed the unfortunate patient in from the stretcher to lean over to Alger and whispered, "It's different from before."
"Can it be solved?" Alger asked. The elf nodded without hesitation, then frowned again. Amidst the rumbling sound of the cart, he asked, "Are you okay...? Do you feel any discomfort?"
"Hmm?" Alger was surprised. He realized that the special feature of this pollution might be related to him.
But how could that be?
"What do we need to do next?" asked the medical staff. Because the contamination on the patient fell into the realm of theology, these people familiar with technology and healing magic did not know how to react.
After all, there are differences between magic and magic.
"Go out. I need a quiet place." Xu Shiqing said to them. When no one else was in the room, he pulled Alger over to the unlucky guy's bed. "This is indeed the work of the Plague God, but it's different from before."
"Alger, this kind of contamination has happened to you before."
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