Chapter 046: Praise
That night.
Daming was changing Eli's dressing. He carefully applied a paste made from holy water and herbs onto the snow leopard's large paws.
The snow-white big paws were suddenly dyed dark green.
Damien spent the entire day treating Eli's wounds and preparing ointments.
However, the wounds caused by Pan still had traces of dark magic, and it was not easy to heal. The high priest spent the entire night yesterday and only managed to stop the bleeding.
In order for the wound to heal completely, medication is needed, so the high priest asked for Daming over early in the morning.
To this end, Daming spent the entire afternoon preparing ointment for Eli, and at the same time keeping the bored Snow Leopard uncle entertained.
Seeing his beautiful paws being messed up, Eli yelled at Daming angrily and bared his teeth.
Daming wasn't frightened at all. He continued to bandage his wounds patiently and gently advised, "If you don't want your claws to get dirty, you should turn into a human and let me apply the medicine on you."
"I don't want to. I'm not stupid enough to turn into a human in an old man's room." The snow leopard raised his head, his short and thick neck almost as wide as his big head, and announced arrogantly.
He didn't know that his tsundere look really made him look silly.
Daming wanted to laugh, but was afraid of being scratched by the cat.
I could only lower my head and grin slightly.
Snow Leopard narrowed his eyes and was about to attack him, asking him if he was laughing at him, when he saw the door suddenly opened from the outside. It was the owner of this bedroom who came back.
Holding a lunch box in his hand, he asked with a smile, "I think I heard someone scolding me?"
The snow leopard turned its head to the side, deliberately avoiding looking at him.
Daming had just finished bandaging the gauze. He neatly tied it into a beautiful bow. Fearing that the snow leopard might bite it, he thought for a moment and tied a knot on it.
Then he stood up and said goodbye to the two of them while packing up his medicine box: "Amber, I'm going back first. Don't tease Eli too much. He needs to rest."
"Okay, thank you for your hard work." The high priest waved his hand, not caring at all that Daming had called him by his first name. He also reminded him, "I just taught that kid Garcia the basics of magic. You'll probably have a lot of work to do tomorrow morning."
"I really can't rest for a moment." Daming smiled helplessly.
He packed up the first aid kit, left the remaining ointment and gauze in a conspicuous place, and then left.
There was only one person and one snow leopard left in the room. However, the snow leopard lying on the stool at the end of the bed looked quite dignified on the surface, but in fact, its two triangular ears had already grown up and were almost sticking to the back of its head!
The big tail was also swinging at a high frequency, making the back of the chair crackle.
Knowing that this was a sign of impending anger, and remembering what Daming had said about him needing to rest, the high priest sighed, did not provoke Eli, but put the lunch box on the table and turned to go to the bathroom to take a shower.
Beneath its gentle and harmless appearance, its body is unexpectedly strong, but it is hidden under foam and shrouded in mist, making it impossible to see clearly.
It was very comfortable to soak in the hot water. The high priest let out a long sigh of relief - going back and forth from the Vatican to the Holy Mountain, treating the kitten's injuries, and teaching the new Holy Son non-stop the next day, it was all non-stop. Amber felt that she was really exhausted.
He needs a short vacation.
Perhaps, letting that "gifted" Son of God take over some of his work would be a good choice?
Thinking of this, the high priest slowly opened his eyes and saw a large eyeball floating in front of him, with half of its lower eyelid immersed in his bath water.
Its eyeball-like body was a full two meters in diameter, its lower edge firmly wedged against the edge of the bathtub. The six pairs of wings behind it, due to the lack of space in the bathroom, were slightly closed, making the tiny eyeballs appear even more densely packed. The human head above its eyeball had no eyes, but instead stared down at him intently.
The big eyeball was less than half a meter away from the tip of the high priest's nose.
A crack appeared where his mouth should be, and he said in a deep voice: "Amber, you and..."
"Are you being polite?" The high priest rubbed his forehead with a headache, a little mad. "Yes, I know you have no concept of gender, but please be respectful. I am taking a shower."
"Besides, I've been holding it in for a long time, and today I have to say this: Can't you just come to see me differently? Even though we've known each other from the beginning, I still get scared by you sometimes."
"When will you realize that you really are scary looking?"
The high priest spoke faster and faster, and his words became more and more harsh.
The big eyes listened to his complaints silently, and its wings shrank tighter and tighter, and finally, it disappeared with a bang.
The high priest then realized that he seemed to have said many things he shouldn't have said.
"Oops..." he muttered to himself, "I still can't hold it in. Will it make him feel inferior? Sigh..."
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Big Eyes was very sad.
He didn't expect that his old friend Amber would see him this way.
Originally, He came to tell Amber to control Garcia and tell Garcia not to tell anyone anything, especially those things that He thought were harmful to purity.
But before He could finish, His appearance was severely slandered.
The head above the big eyeballs sighed, and suddenly he felt extremely bored in the void.
He actually knew that among the three brothers, he looked the most like Cthulhu.
The word Cthulhu was once told to Him by His mother.
So in that distant past, at the suggestion of his mother, Pan went to the Fantasy Race to help them gain civilization; Amber decided to stand on the same front with humans.
Only He chooses to remain neutral and bears the responsibility of running the world alone.
He had been sleeping in the void for many years, unaware of worldly affairs. It was rare that he was awakened by a soul that also came from another world. He was about to ask him if he had any news about his mother, but unexpectedly, he scared the man to faint.
Afterwards, in order to observe him, He sent a clone to follow Garcia.
Because the information from the clone was somewhat interesting, He suddenly had an idea, and God descended upon the statue that was crowned with the power of His faith.
But He heard those prayers that frightened Him—
"Let me tell you, the high priest and that beautiful woman who can turn into a snow leopard are definitely having an affair!"
"He called him a little kitty! So corny~"
"He hid him in his room. What on earth do they do at night? I really want to know!"
"When he was teaching me today, there were cat scratch marks on his face! With the high priest's magical powers, there's no way they can't be removed, right? Hehehe, that's just a show of love..."
"Also, I think Daming is quite interesting too. He has that husband vibe about him! You know what a husband vibe is?!"
Through the eyes of the statue, He saw Garcia's pale little mouth chattering at an outrageous frequency.
All I could hear was his strange prayers that pierced my ears like a devil's voice.
The clone He sent to observe Garcia was nestled in the blond boy's neck, sleeping soundly.
He couldn't listen any longer!
Afraid that his sudden appearance would scare the Son of God whom he personally chose to death, he chose to find his old friend Amber and ask him to take care of Garcia, or at least not to bring Amber's own affairs to him.
...but was humiliated for his appearance for no reason.
Thinking of this, He felt wronged and sad, but His divinity told Him that He should not have these human-like emotions.
He decided to descend upon the statue again and think of some way, perhaps to speak, to tell Garcia to stop talking about these irrelevant things.
He was talking nonsense, but He could hear it.
Just as God descended, he heard a sweet and sticky praise: "...But I think you are much more handsome than that high priest!"
He was stunned.
The blond boy muttered happily to himself, his arms as soft as lotus roots stretching out from under the quilt. He gestured exaggeratedly with his hands and rambled on, "I don't really like his type. Although he looks gentle and refined, who knows what evil intentions are hidden under those glasses!"
"Also, his appearance is just that, it's all due to his temperament."
"But if you ask me, whether it's looks or temperament, you're superior! You know what? I used to be a model, and I've actually seen a lot of good-looking people, but you're so special. You have a unique sense of divinity, noble and inviolable. I really don't know which craftsman created you?"
"If you were a real person, I would definitely be fascinated by you!"
"It's such a pity, there probably won't be anyone more beautiful than you..."
Garcia said somewhat dejectedly.
He only accepted everything he experienced these days on the surface. In fact, whether it was the big eyeballs or the living person turning into a snow leopard, the stimulation they brought to him was not small.
When he is quiet and alone, he will also feel lonely.
She couldn't help but chatter to this "silent male guest" so that she could have an outlet to vent her worries.
Garcia couldn't help but ask himself, do I really like this kind of life?
This kind of life, where one is held in high esteem and lives a life as calm as an ancient well, is like that every day.
No, I don't like it. I want normal social interaction, or at least someone who can listen to me.
Garcia thought this before he fell asleep.
Little did he know that after he fell asleep, the jade-like six-winged angel statue actually moved on its own!
It was like some strange thing that had just revived and was extremely uncomfortable with its long-dormant body. It was twisting its body to make its stiff joints flexible again.
It raised its foot, took a step out from the flowers, squatted on the stone circle of the flower bed, and looked at Garcia's face quietly.
He was so happy to be complimented on his appearance that he couldn't help but show up and take a good look at this elegant soul.
It stared at the statue all night long, until the next morning, when it reluctantly withdrew its consciousness from the statue, thinking that the blond boy was about to wake up.
At the same time, Daming was also walking towards the temple.
Behind him were several priests, each holding a large box filled with some soft furnishings - these were what he was going to use to deal with the surprise that His Majesty the Son of God was about to give him.
Daming had originally intended to go directly to Garcia's bedroom through the small door at the back of the temple, but as he passed the main hall entrance, he heard a heart-wrenching, sky-shattering, and shrill scream:
"ah--"
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