Chapter 049: Fool Around
Of all the supernatural events that Garcia encountered when his soul traveled to this world, this one was the best one—the statue transformed into a handsome man.
He is still a handsome man with breathing, pulse and heartbeat.
He looked to be about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, with silver hair, deep eyebrows and eyes, a straight nose, and lips that were not too thin, but rather had a full curve like petals. There was also a lip bead in the middle of his upper lip, which was very rare in Westerners. He looked very friendly; his contours were mostly obtuse, which neutralized the femininity brought by his soft facial features, making him look more powerful and neutral.
After peeling off the sculpture's shell, the man was at least 1.9 meters tall, or even taller.
As for the figure... Garcia's face turned pale, and he quickly pushed the flowers to the man's key parts.
After looking around again and making sure that there was no one in the entire hall except himself and a little eyeball, Garcia quickly spread out the flowers like a thief.
After careful observation, I finally came to the conclusion: the man may not be sick, but I must have gigantic fear.
Otherwise, why would he be so scared that his face turned red?
He had just had a great time and only now noticed that it was very late at night.
How should we deal with this situation now?
Garcia simply sat cross-legged on the flower bed, supporting his face with one hand, looking at the naked handsome man lying on his back in the flower bed, surrounded by flowers, while discussing with his little pet in a serious manner.
Garcia: "Double eyelids, who do you think he is? Could he be the Archangel?"
Double eyelids: In front of Garcia, an arc-shaped trajectory similar to O was flown out.
Garcia's eyes lit up. "You also think he's the Archangel's incarnation? In that case, I have to treat him even more politely!"
After saying that, her eyes swept over the man's plump chest muscles.
Then he asked, "But it's the middle of the night, the priests must be asleep, right? It wouldn't be a good idea for me to wake them up now."
Double eyelids: Continue drawing circles.
Garcia: "You mean, should I move the Archangel back to the bedroom? Wouldn't that be too hasty?"
Double eyelids: flapping wings vigorously, leaving an X in the air with difficulty.
Garcia scratched the tips of his wings, which were drooping from exhaustion, and said cheerfully, "You also think it's not a good idea to leave the Archangel alone in the flower bed? We really have such a good understanding, Double Eyelids! Then I'll take him back to my bedroom right away!"
Having said that, he ran towards the bedroom.
Only one small eyeball was left standing there, its eyelid almost turned back to the back of the eyeball, and its deep blue pupil was full of confusion.
After a while, Garcia ran back with a blanket in his hand. He quickly wrapped the naked man up, tied a knot at the bottom of his feet, and then grabbed the edge of the blanket behind the man's neck and dragged him hard.
After working hard for about twenty minutes, he finally managed to carry the man back to the bedroom.
Then it took another five minutes to get the silver-haired handsome man, who was completely unharmed thanks to his careful packing, onto the bed.
After doing all this, Garcia was exhausted and sweating.
He slumped in the chair, his chest heaving violently and gasping for breath.
When he saw the little eyeballs shaking and slowly flying in with the kerosene lamp on its back, Garcia was suddenly struck by lightning - what a fool I was, I actually forgot that I also know magic, why didn't I use a word spirit like the levitation spell, but had to move it myself with great effort?
Garcia cried because of his own stupidity.
He looked listless, and rolled his face on the table in annoyance, the soft flesh on his cheeks cutely squeezed into a pile.
"Damn it! I'm such an idiot..." the blond boy muttered to himself.
The excessive physical exertion made Garcia extremely exhausted. He lay on the table for a long time, thinking of taking a short break, but then he got up and continued...
“Huff—Huff—”
Seeing that Garcia was sleeping soundly, the sensible little boy used all his strength to lift up the blanket that Garcia had used to wrap the archangel and then threw on the ground.
Little Eyeball tried to put the blanket on Garcia to prevent him from catching a cold. He was trying to move with difficulty when he suddenly froze. His body flashed twice like an unstable electronic signal and then disappeared completely.
On the bed, the handsome silver-haired man suddenly opened his eyes.
That night, He descended upon the statue once again, intending to take advantage of the quiet night when no one was around to appreciate the soul of that refined soul that knew how to appreciate Him.
However, he did not expect that when he opened his eyes, he was in a place that was extremely familiar to him - the sacred vessel room at the back of the hall, which was now Garcia's bedroom.
Over the past few days, through the images transmitted from the monitors, He has become very familiar with this place.
But why am I here?
He got up and found himself in bed, but that didn't matter.
Naked? It doesn't matter, He doesn't care.
He looked down at his body, which was only covered by a thin blanket, and was surprised to find that this was not any body he had used before.
He has many bodies, they are all just containers, He is not picky, He uses whichever is convenient.
After all, His will is the world itself.
The main body is a spherical planet with floating continents.
One is a wheel eyeball, used for judgment.
One is a statue of a six-winged angel known as the Archangel, used to issue oracles.
The remaining millions of small wheel eyes are monitors used to observe all living things.
However, this body, which looked like the flesh and blood of Amber, Garcia, and ordinary humans, was something he had never seen before.
What is it exactly?
He closed his eyes and tried to find the answer from the monitor - and found it.
Is it actually a humanoid body hidden in the statue?
He suddenly remembered what his mother had said many years ago: "My son, you look so ugly that even I am afraid of you. Fortunately, I know how to model, so I will mold a handsome body for you..."
It turns out that this is also a gift left to me by my mother.
It was hidden under the statue's shell and was only accidentally unveiled today.
Two lines of tears suddenly flowed from his eyes, but it looked very awkward on his expressionless face.
After figuring it out, He immediately got out of bed, walked into the bathroom, and looked in the mirror.
Then he found that this face was more handsome than his brother's, so he decided to find him tomorrow to seek justice for the unwarranted humiliation of his appearance.
After looking in the mirror, He came out of the bathroom and saw the tasteful human boy whom He particularly cared about and personally chose as the Son of God, sleeping on the tea table.
Because of the cold, my body was shrinking.
He frowned, thinking that Garcia did not take care of his body.
Human beings are so fragile. If we are not careful, we will get sick, and if we are sick for too long, we will die.
If He died, where would He find another soul of such high quality to take on the responsibilities of the Son of God and listen to the oracles?
He walked forward, gently picked up the petite human boy, held him in his arms like a princess, and then carried him to the bed.
He also lay down and looked at Garcia's face quietly.
It was not until the sun rose that he reluctantly withdrew his consciousness and returned to the wheel's eyes to monitor everything in the world.
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Garcia slept very soundly.
In April, the weather is still cold and it is easy to catch a cold if you are not careful.
But for some reason, there was always a warm source of heat in the bed tonight, keeping Garcia warm.
Garcia fell asleep and subconsciously hugged him, wrapping his limbs tightly around the big warm source.
When his biological clock came, he just frowned, buried his face in his large-sized hot pack, and continued to sleep comfortably.
In addition, I stayed up late last night, so I slept until noon.
When Daming came to Garcia with the high priest's letter, he saw a blanket spread messily on the floor when he opened the bedroom door.
On the bed were two bodies, covered by a thin blanket but tightly entangled together.
The one with blond hair squeezed himself into the arms of the one with silver hair.
The two of them were like conjoined twins, inseparable from each other.
Damien slammed the door shut.
A few seconds later, he opened the door again and exclaimed, "Your Majesty the Holy Son!"
…
A quarter of an hour later, on the sofa in the living room, Garcia was scolded by his mother's stern gaze and was unable to raise his head.
Garcia: “Actually…”
Daming said seriously, "Your Majesty! Even if you wanted to date someone, you should have told me in advance, instead of acting without my permission like this!"
Garcia: “That…”
Daming was heartbroken. "Even if you don't want to tell me—I understand. You teenagers tend to have some eccentric ideas. But you know, you're not an adult yet. You can't do this!"
Garcia: “I mean…”
Daming was getting increasingly agitated. "Even if you take a step back, you should have hidden yourself! It was me today, but if someone else saw it and spread the news, it would be bad for both your reputation and the Vatican's!"
Daming paced anxiously, looking extremely mad.
There was none of his usual ease and proficiency.
She looks more like a mother whose good daughter was abducted by a yellow-haired man.
Garcia couldn't help but laugh out loud, because as a blond and blue-eyed boy, he himself was the yellow-haired one.
"Your Majesty!" Daming said angrily, "You can still laugh? I don't know how to handle this matter."
Garcia was even more helpless than him.
Just now, Daming was so angry that he was almost insane. He kept muttering to himself and didn't give him a chance to speak.
Only now did Garcia have a chance to argue for himself.
For example: “Things are not what you think they are.”
"What does that look like?" Daming put his hands on his hips, looking like you're not going to fool me.
Garcia sighed deeply again.
He reminded her cryptically, "Don't you think that person inside looks particularly familiar?"
"What?"
"For example, he looks particularly like the six-winged angel statue in the main hall?"
Daming's pupils trembled.
Garcia confirmed: "Yes, you heard it right, that's the one, our...um, that thing."
Garcia winked at Damien and gave him a look that could only be understood but not expressed in words.
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