Chapter 183 Emperor x Cultist 4
In the center of the golden bench inside the church, Pus sat in the center, waiting for Youint to come and reinforce the seal.
But no matter how long I waited, no one showed up, and an hour had already passed since the scheduled time.
Saville's legs were sore from standing so long, and he hesitated to speak: "Teacher, Master Youinte won't be here, will he?"
Pus's face gave people a sharp feeling. He glanced at Savile and said, "I haven't investigated the matter of you and Qianzhou fighting in the church yet."
Savile felt a chill in his heart. There were three platinum bishops in the church, and Pus was the most harsh and strict among them.
But...he treats Qianzhou differently.
A deep sense of loss rose in Savile's heart, but more of it was powerlessness.
His efforts pale in comparison to his talent.
"Hmm?" Pus supported his chin and raised his eyes lazily.
The gilded letter paper with wings unfolded in the air, with You Yinte's signature at the bottom and scribbled words at the top.
You Yinte's voice echoed in the air, "Sorry for being so tight, baby."
Pus's face darkened, and a beam of ice shattered the gilded letter paper, and golden particles scattered in the air.
How can such a thing be delayed?!
Which lover was this "darling" referring to? The long-tailed mixed-race girl from last time? Or the youngest and most beautiful girl among the nobles?
Pus let out a long breath, his face gloomy, but he couldn't really get angry.
If there is one person that the Pope is afraid of, besides Honglian, it is You Inte.
At this moment, there is an open space in the snowy field outside the city.
Qianzhou stood behind the huge icicle and peeked at Honglian for the nth time.
Honglian is shirtless, with perfect muscle lines, and can wield a heavy sword with one hand.
[Qianzhou: Why is he here? Who is the person next to him?]
[System 052: Mysterious Boss]
"You Yinte, you are a member of the royal family. Don't spread such rumors deliberately anymore." Honglian looked at him sideways with a firm tone.
You Yinte shrugged. "Which one? Do I sleep with ten of them a night? Or do I sacrifice the blood of a child's heart to the evil god?"
"......" Honglian frowned, feeling oppressed.
You Yinte was still at ease. He looked at Honglian for a while, and then softened his tone as if to show his weakness.
"But I just prefer mystery."
"Xiao Honglian, don't look at me like that. I'm older than your grandfather and your grandfather's grandfather."
"And I stayed here today to help you—"
He was halfway through his words when Honglian raised her hand to stop him, looking behind her with an unfriendly look.
Honglian pulled the giant sword out of the ground with a fierce momentum and a hint of hostility in his eyes.
“Those who have churches, don’t say anything.”
"Don't be so nice, it's just a cute little white cat." You Yinte made a kitten waving gesture.
His actual age is unknown, but he looks like a young, handsome man with a clear jawline.
He was tall and had long legs, with excellent proportions. He wore a purple cotton robe and walked barefoot in the snow like Qianzhou.
Only my eyes were covered by the white veil, so I couldn't see clearly.
Honglian ignored You Yinte's words and condensed a ball of holy fire in his hand.
"Aren't you leaving yet?"
[System 052: Huh?!]
Qianzhou: Very fierce.
Qianzhou moved his feet slightly, and the icicle in front of him suddenly exploded with a loud bang, bang!
The ice, which was a full meter thick, suddenly exploded, and the broken ice flew everywhere. The residual heat of the holy fire burned people's skin, causing burning pain.
Qianzhou subconsciously used his arm to block, but was scratched by the splashing ice chips.
It was clearly just a shallow scratch, but Qian Zhou felt so painful that he almost cried, as if his skin and flesh were torn apart, revealing his bones.
"It was you last time too." Honglian couldn't stand the people in the church the most.
The Pope, the Platinum Bishop, and the half-blood in front of him whose identity is unknown.
Honglian attacked without hesitation, holding the giant sword with overwhelming momentum, "Let me test your strength."
Qian Zhou was forced to resist, but was knocked several meters away by Hong Lian's heavy sword.
All his attacks were basically ineffective against Honglian, because the person standing before him was the ruler of the entire kingdom.
Perhaps only the Pope can fight it with all his strength.
Qianzhou sat on the ground, his white hair disheveled, his pupils dilated, and a huge feeling of grievance welling up in his heart.
Isn't this bullying?
Honglian plunged the giant sword into the ground, "...Huh? So you can't stand a fight?"
"I have a feeling you'll pay a heavy price for this." You Yinte calculated with his fingers and emphasized:
“It’s very heavy.”
Honglian's expression changed slightly. He lowered his eyes and looked at Qianzhou, "...crying?"
Qianzhou sniffed, and perhaps because of his genes, his eyes quickly turned red.
You Yinte reached out and helped Qianzhou up, and his movements paused slightly when he touched him.
"Don't let him touch you!" The voice in Qianzhou's mind suddenly appeared.
Qianzhou subconsciously pulled his hand back.
You Yinte looked up at him, then stepped back with a smile, as if nothing had happened just now.
Honglian studied Qianzhou quietly, "What is your special ability?"
“…” Qian Zhou looked at him coldly.
"What are you looking at?" Honglian frowned.
The fiery red crystal around the waist, symbolizing the emperor's power, sparkles with red light, and the emperor is supreme.
"Get out of here."
"?" You Yinte looked at Qian Zhou for the first time.
A mixed-blood with extremely high talent, he can get a black robe with sun pattern in the church at this age.
You Yinte added one more thing in his mind:
Dare to scold Honglian.
Honglian hadn't heard such words for a long, long time, and for a moment she suspected that she had heard it wrong.
Qian Zhou moved quickly, stood up and ran away, leaving only a trail of footprints in the snow.
"Have someone keep a close eye on him."
He was wearing a black robe with sun patterns and was a half-blood. I didn't know what my purpose was in approaching him.
Honglian looked at the direction where Qianzhou left, and the pair of soft and white cat ears inexplicably appeared in her mind.
All the grievances I felt just now collapsed.
Honglian stood on the ice and snow, looked at the footprints, slowly shifted her gaze away, and didn't care about this little episode.
The other side.
The streets in the civilian area were very narrow, and as the sun set, the kingdom became extremely cold in the dark night.
Such harsh conditions have persisted for decades.
Qianzhou walked to the first house, raised his hand, and finally put it down with an expressionless face.
He took a breath and closed his eyes, "Offer, offer..."
Boom boom boom.
The ragged woman opened the wooden door in fear, and Qianzhou saw two thick quilts wrapped with hemp ropes on the inside of the wooden door.
The quilt was patched, and the cold wind blew in through the door, making the woman shiver.
A baby's cry was heard in the house. The woman was so nervous that she couldn't speak and didn't dare to neglect it at all.
It was the first time she had seen a black robe. In the past, it was the adults in armor who came outside the church to collect offerings.
Before Qianzhou could speak, her cracked hands took out a bamboo basket from the side.
Inside was a pile of rice and some steamed buns wrapped in oil paper.
"Sir... the first half of the month is the payment... they said they would charge less for the second half..."
"..." Qian Zhou was silent for a while, then pushed the food back and said, "Keep it for yourself. I won't accept it this month."
She seemed panicked, "But, but..."
"I'll tell them." The woman felt relieved after Qian Zhou said that.
The person sent by Honglian reported everything that happened tonight, but was interrupted by the emperor just as he opened his mouth.
"Do you think that a church's mixed-blood going to collect donations is worth reporting to me?"
Speaking of collecting offerings, Honglian's eyes turned a little colder.
"No, no..."
"He went, but...none of them were confiscated."
Honglian put down the scroll in his hand with interest, "What's his name?"
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