Chapter 054 Night Visit to the High Priest
Body temperature is the best soothing agent.
Garcia's young body was a full head shorter than the silver-haired man.
But it just happened that the man's broad chest could completely embrace him in his arms.
He was like a frightened puppy, whimpering non-stop with his eyes tightly closed, but his body was able to find the right position precisely and embed himself into the man's warm body temperature.
Still arching.
Push the man down into the flowers.
Jophiel was completely stunned. He wanted to teach this insolent and daring Son of God a lesson.
But I didn't expect it to develop like this.
"Garcia." Yophiel frowned and said, "You...you let me go first."
This was the third time that Jophiel used this human-like body, and he vaguely sensed that something was wrong.
It was a strange feeling he had never experienced before.
He looked into his arms—
The blond boy's robes were disheveled due to the fear he experienced.
Large areas of smooth skin come into contact with the jade-like surface of the angel statue.
At this time, Garcia was still pushing and pushing.
It was not until Yophiel, who could no longer bear it, pinched the back of his neck with his own hands and lifted his head slightly from his chest that Garcia slowly opened his eyes and looked at Yophiel in a daze.
He even tilted his head, looking very naive and innocent.
But soon, Garcia also noticed something amiss - under the robe, the angel statue looked like a real person.
I don't know who created this carving, but it is so lifelike and ingenious.
Garcia felt the heat belatedly.
The archangel's body is surrounded by flowers, and his flesh and blood are real and extraordinary.
So that's...
Garcia was silent for a few seconds.
He was about to say something when he suddenly felt a drop of cold liquid falling on his forehead.
Garcia subconsciously sat up a little straighter (at the same time, Jophiel groaned), and then a large amount of sticky, smooth, transparent liquid without a trace of fishy smell poured down from the top of his head.
Garcia was soaked all over.
The originally smooth golden hair was wet and turned into strands, sticking to her cheeks.
Garcia wanted to look up to see what it was, but Yophiel, who was under him, grabbed his neck and pushed him back down.
"Don't look, it's a wheel eyeball." Knowing that Garcia was afraid of this, Yophiel changed his plan to play a trick on Garcia and specifically reminded him not to look - Yophiel thought that there seemed to be something wrong with his humanoid body, and he needed Garcia to help him solve it while he was sober.
"Okay." Hearing that it was the big eyeball above his head, Garcia didn't bother to pursue the water stains, and immediately behaved himself and stopped moving.
He thought the archangel was a very nice person. He knew that he was afraid, so he held him in his arms to comfort him.
Being surrounded by the handsome guy and exchanging body temperature, Garcia was not so scared anymore and even felt a little happy.
only……
Yophiel twisted Yuekua impatiently and asked Garcia: "I seem to be sick, similar to the mouth of a human, and I feel very uncomfortable."
Garcia, who was hit again, said: "..."
Jophiel couldn't help but move again, then ordered with a sluggish face: "Go call the doctor in and show me what's wrong with this body."
Garcia, who was hit hard, said: "..."
The blond boy closed his eyes and wanted to say something.
I also feel that we should not use the dirty thoughts of human beings to speculate and defile the pure Archangel.
He had no choice but to say, "Your problem... this illness, I've had it before, and it's not a serious one." Although, from another perspective, it is indeed serious. Garcia blushed and added, "I have a solution. How about you get rid of that big eyeball first? I'm afraid of it. Then, then I have a solution to help you solve your physical problem."
After saying this, Garcia felt that his moral integrity was completely shattered.
But fortunately, Jophiel only thought about it for a few seconds before agreeing to his proposal.
"The wheel's eyeball has disappeared," Yophiel said, "Get off me."
Garcia, so embarrassed that he was almost in a trance, still didn't notice Jophiel's choice of words. He climbed down from the man's body quietly, knelt on the flowers, and looked at the man still lying on his back in the flowers, covering his face with his hands, unable to look straight.
He said in a muffled voice, "Then... please come back to the bedroom with me to rest. I'll go find the doctor right away."
…
Garcia did not go to the medical officer.
He went directly to the high priest's bedroom - fortunately, he had been careful during the Vatican's exploration this afternoon and had figured out the location and function of all the buildings. This allowed him to take advantage of the night when no one was around and quickly get to the outside of the high priest's bedroom.
Although his appearance scared the guards on duty.
Why isn't there a security guard on duty outside my bedroom? Garcia asked querulously.
He selectively ignored the fact that the temple where he lived was the safest place in the entire continent, even safer than the imperial palace—right under the nose of the Archangel, who would dare to offend?
“Dongdongdong——”
The moment the door opened from the inside, Garcia felt offended.
He was deeply offended by the high priest's undisguised look of disgust and his action of taking half a step back.
"you……"
"you……"
They both spoke at the same time and paused at the same time.
The high priest raised an eyebrow: "You speak first."
Garcia asked him with a dull expression, "Aren't you going to invite me in to talk?"
The high priest showed a slightly distressed look: "Garcia, dear, I thought you would be a good and considerate child - perhaps you should notice that it is already late at night."
As he spoke, his body did not move an inch from the doorway through which the warm light was shining.
It was obvious that he didn't want Garcia, who was in a dishevel, to go in and talk.
"Yes, it's late at night." Garcia took a deep breath, desperately suppressing the urge to go crazy on the spot, and said in a gentle voice, "I came here to invite you to take a look at my bedroom."
Hearing this, the high priest looked serious and looked Garcia up and down with suspicion.
I found that Garcia didn't seem to be joking.
Then, forcing a fake smile, he refused, "I'm afraid I don't have anything that requires me to visit your chambers."
"Yes," Garcia said firmly, "you have to go for this."
Garcia simply gave up.
Anyway, he felt that the whole incident that he had watched under the wisteria flowers was not hidden from the powerful high priest.
Garcia was already devastated. He was too lazy to pretend and just got straight to the point:
"I don't know what you're trying to avoid, but you really don't need to."
"Because that's just like what happens when you cuddle your cat to sleep at night—do you understand what I mean? Yes! That's what you mean."
"It's the Archangel. He insists there's something wrong with his human mouth. He's currently taking a cold shower in my chambers. He told me to call the doctor over to treat him."
"I hope he doesn't catch a cold from soaking in cold water for too long."
"And, if you really don't want to take care of this matter, then I will go find the medical officer and take him to see the Archangel."
After speaking these words very quickly, Garcia saw the expression on the high priest's face, which changed from vigilance to questioning to surprise and then to a complexity that he could not distinguish at all.
The two of them stared at each other quietly for a few seconds.
The high priest suddenly covered his face and groaned.
The voice came out from between the fingers, sounding strangely helpless: "So these on you..."
"These on me were caused by a very scary big eyeball." Gasima said woodenly, "That's not the point. The point is, Amber, do you want to go with me to take a look?"
"That's exactly the point, kid..."
Before he could finish his words, he was suddenly interrupted.
It was the leopard beauty named Eli with neat short white hair.
He pushed the high priest aside and leaned against the door in a casual manner. He even lifted Garcia's chin in a rather flirtatious manner and jokingly said, "You are so beautiful. No wonder He likes you."
"What?" Garcia blinked.
He hasn't reacted to this sudden change yet.
Then the Leopard Beauty turned her head and said cheerfully to the high priest beside her: "Old man, take me there, I want to see Him make a fool of himself!"
…
Garcia didn't understand how things had developed to this point.
Although, every day since he came here has been unusual.
But today was too unusual—he was taken by Daming to the public bathroom for the priests to wash.
Although it is a public bathroom, it has cubicles.
Garcia took a shower in the cubicle filled with warm mist, and it took him a lot of effort to rinse all the sticky liquid out of his hair.
Then, Garcia took the robe that Daming handed to him from behind the curtain and put it on, and he became the holy, beautiful, spotless and almighty Holy Son again.
"How are things going over there?" Garcia asked while wiping the water off his hair.
Seeing that Garcia's movements were a bit clumsy, Daming simply took the towel and started wiping him.
He replied, "The high priest is having a private conversation with the archangel, which may last all night. As for Eli," Damien paused, still unable to hold back his laughter, "as soon as he saw the archangel, he started laughing wildly. The angry archangel turned him into a leopard, and he can't change back for the time being."
Garcia laughed too.
He could definitely imagine the funny scene.
"By now, the high priest should have taken the archangel back to his own chambers." Using a little magic to carefully dry the boy's brilliant golden hair, Daming said with a smile, "You can go back and get a good night's sleep. If there's anything, the high priest should be able to explain it to you during class tomorrow."
Garcia nodded. "Okay. I didn't want to disturb your rest, so I went to the high priest to deal with it. I didn't expect him to wake you up halfway."
Daming smiled. "It's okay. I was worried about you too. But if you ask me, your idea of going to the high priest is brilliant."
After separating from Daming, Garcia walked alone on the way back to the bedroom.
Then he was ambushed by a snow leopard that was lying in wait halfway.
The snow leopard stood on the path that must be passed, with its head raised, its short, thick neck and big head almost forming a straight line - or perhaps it didn't have a neck at all.
There was a wild flower on his forehead.
The snow leopard said arrogantly, "Kid, I'll sleep with you tonight!"
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