Everyone's fanatical eyes were focused on the wreath on Wen Liyu's head.
This is the wreath given to Saint Wen by Father God!
Wen Liyu's cheeks flushed slightly. She took off the wreath on her head and looked at it carefully, then raised the corners of her mouth in happiness and pride.
She withdrew her hand from the cobblestone, carefully held the wreath in her arms, and walked down the altar.
“The Father God actually showed up. This is the first time I’ve seen the Father God.”
"Oh, Father God is truly too powerful. I just wanted to see more clearly, but my eyes almost felt blinded."
"Me too. Only Saint Wen can see the Father God's true appearance with her own eyes."
"Saint Wen is indeed God's favorite. I have always firmly believed that Saint Wen is the most suitable saint to serve as Pope!"
"But why do I always hear that Saint Cynthia is God's favorite?"
"Humph, that's all Oya City's own propaganda. We in Central City have long known that Saint Wen is the real one."
The Pope led everyone to Wen Liyu. Everyone had a different expression and look, but they were all excited to see the Father with their own eyes.
"My children, you were supposed to stand together on the platform and let all believers choose the successor." The Pope smiled at the four candidates, "But as you can see, the Father has already chosen the successor."
"So the last step is not necessary."
The Pope picked up the bracelet that symbolized his succession and was placed on a tray by his attendant.
The bracelet is very gorgeous in style, and the most eye-catching feature is the light stone inlaid in the middle, which is only a few sizes smaller than the light stone inlaid on the Pope's scepter.
Under everyone's watchful and expectant gaze, the Pope put the bracelet on Wen Liyu's wrist.
"Saint Wen! Saint Wen!"
There were many die-hard fans of Father God and Wen Liyu present. They couldn't help cheering when all the ceremonies were over.
Cynthia, who was standing with her own archbishop in the audience, gnashed her teeth in anger, her mouth full of the taste of blood.
It's obviously her standing here!
She is the heroine! She is the God's favorite! Who is Wen Liyu who suddenly appeared out of nowhere?
Cynthia used her remaining sanity to think hard. Her coming to this world had only changed one thing: she changed from a wandering poet to a saint.
Could it be... the butterfly effect caused by herself, or is Wen Liyu a time traveler like herself?
In any case, the ceremony ended successfully, and Wen Liyu became the Pope's successor. As long as the Pope abdicates, she will become the new Pope.
Wen Liyu paid attention to look at Cynthia. She didn't want to let the tiger go back to the mountain.
First, she used the power of light to cast a magic spell to amplify her voice. Then, she walked to the front of the stage and clasped her hands together. "Please listen quietly to me. I have something to say."
The believers who had originally planned to leave and go somewhere else to chat and discuss today's ceremony stopped, closed their mouths respectfully and looked at the saint on the stage, feeling excited and nervous.
Is the saint going to spread the oracle of God the Father to them?
"Father God just told me something very regrettable." Wen Liyu gathered her words. "During the sacred ceremony, a demon has infiltrated, capable of robbing believers of their bodies and minds."
As soon as she finished speaking, the believers in the audience burst into laughter like an old-fashioned popcorn machine on the street.
"demon?!"
"Oh my God, please help us, how did the devil get into the central city?"
"No wonder our Lord came today. It turns out it's because of the appearance of a demon."
Most believers have never seen the so-called devil, but they all know that it is the embodiment of evil that will destroy their families and the city where they live.
"There is no need to panic or be afraid. The Lord will bless all devout believers." Wen Liyu calmed everyone's panicked hearts with just one sentence.
Yes, God the Father will bless them.
The believers all stayed where they were and began to pray while holding the cross.
Cynthia in the audience looked at Wen Liyu, and her uneasiness gradually grew. She held the light stone pendant in front of her chest and walked quietly into the crowd little by little.
"Saint Cynthia, where are you going?" Wen Liyu called her name before she left.
The person standing next to Cynthia immediately turned his head and stared at her with suspicion in his eyes.
Everyone dispersed to the side, and Cynthia was like falling into the abnormal S pole of an S-pole magnet, being repelled by everyone, yet surrounded in the middle.
Everyone stared at her with eager eyes, no longer with the gentleness they showed to their companions. Instead, as time went by, their suspicion grew deeper and deeper.
Cynthia's mind became confused when everyone looked at her like this, and she just wanted to escape from here as soon as possible.
"Don't be nervous, Saint Cynthia." Wen Liyu's gentle and sweet voice echoed in the square. "I just want to ask you a few questions."
"Saint Wen, what do you mean?" Cynthia's tense nerves relaxed a little after hearing her words. "Are you doubting me? Is it because I wanted to compete with you for the church where I could pray with Father God yesterday?"
"No, I just want to ask you a question." Wen Liyu didn't fall for her poor provocation and repeated it.
Cynthia knew that if she didn’t agree, she wouldn’t be able to leave today, so she took a deep breath and said, “You ask.”
Wen Liyu's reputation is now higher than ever. She just asked the Father God to come down in person in front of everyone. Just for this reason, no matter what she wants to do, all the believers present will rush to help her.
Even if she said now that she wanted to be Pope, the current Pope would have to abdicate and give her the scepter.
Wen Liyu also deliberately chose to expose her now, so that she could complete the task more easily.
"Excuse me, do you know how old your parents are this year?" Wen Liyu asked a small question that was not written in the plot.
This world may be a virtual world for time travelers, but it is real for the people in this world.
Each of them has his or her own name, biography, life and past, and is not a fake game NPC.
When Cynthia heard her question, her face immediately turned pale. How could she know this? It wasn't even written in the plot!
"If you can't answer that, then you can at least answer the question: What's the name of the village where you were born and lived until you grew up? That question should be answered, right?"
Wen Liyu knew from her performance that this time traveler did not obtain all the memories of (the real Cynthia).
Anyone who is herself would know the answers to the two questions she asked.
After all, no matter how many years you have been away from home, you will always remember your parents' ages and the name of the village where you grew up.
At this time, all the believers began to doubt Cynthia. Their eyes were like sharp swords, cutting off Cynthia's flesh bit by bit.
"Devil!" a more radical believer shouted, throwing a stone at Cynthia, "Get out of our city!"
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