Chapter 068 His Companion (End)
In the main hall, Garcia's handicraft stall opened again.
He was concentrating on making his ideal curse-proof artifact - a golden vessel that would carry the words of the spirit that would protect orcs from the curse of degeneration.
First, a special punch is used to punch out two identical discs from the thinly pressed rose gold. Using a semicircular die and a small, ball-headed hammer, the two discs are hammered into an arc. The two semicircles are then welded together, and a thin gold wire is used to fill the gap between the welds. Finally, a saw bow is used to create the opening, and a reamer is used to drill the holes.
As the agate knife polished the small gold object into shape, Damien came over with a seal engraved with the high priest's name.
Garcia took the seal and stamped it on the parchment with "Nacat Contract" written on it, which he had written according to his memory.
In an instant, the rune flashed, and while the fluorescence was intense, Garcia quickly lit the Namaoqi and threw it into the holy water.
And the newly-beaten goldware was rinsed in the gray water with pink foam rising from it.
Two minutes later, a beautiful 18K rose gold bell appeared in Garcia's hand.
He deliberately made the bell hollow so that when the snow leopard wears it, the sound of metal collision will not interfere with the sensitive auditory nerves of the feline.
"Alright!" Garcia told him, stringing the bells together with a ribbon and hanging it around the neck of the squatting snow leopard. "You can try to transform back into human form."
Daming suddenly reminded him, "Elai, go to the back, to His Majesty the Holy Son's chamber."
It changed from animal form to human form, with only a small piece of animal skin to cover its body.
Eli is a female half-orc, and Daming thought it would be better to stay away from her - several priests and bishops were in the hall, watching Garcia making gold objects.
"Trouble!" Snow Leopard muttered, but still walked obediently into the sacred chamber behind the main hall.
A few minutes later, a white-haired beauty in a robe came out. It was Eli who had successfully transformed back into human form.
"That's great!" Daming said excitedly.
Eli hadn't actually reached the stage of regression, but his laughter had previously offended the Archangel, who had forcibly suppressed him back to his original form with the Word Spirit. Even the High Priest couldn't suppress the Word Spirit cast by the Archangel himself.
But the bell enchanted by Garcia could actually break through the Archangel's restrictive instructions.
It will surely restore sanity to other cursed orcs!
Damien was even more excited than Garcia himself. He couldn't help but ask, "Garcia, you asked me to get the high priest's seal. What is it?"
"It's a cat contract," Garcia explained. "It's a written contract, meant to ask the gods to bear witness: the human will always raise and love his kitten, and the kitten will be obedient, petting the owner and becoming a good kitten."
After a moment's thought, he added, "I've never understood why the orcs' curse suddenly made them unable to transform into human form and lose their sanity. Then I remembered you once told me that that period was exactly when humans and orcs broke off their relationship and stopped interacting."
"I wonder if the truth of history isn't that degeneration caused the rift, but rather that the orcs and humans no longer had friendly relations, causing the orcs to lose their important companions and become closer to inhumane animals?"
"So, I tried to use the Namao Bond to reconnect humans and orcs. Regardless of whether my logic was completely correct, the result was good; we succeeded. With the ten tons of gold we brought back from the Golden Town, Daming, we'll have a lot of work ahead of us!"
Garcia became more and more excited as he spoke.
The clergy who watched the whole process were also very happy.
They laughed and chatted, discussing who had better blacksmithing skills and whose words were more reliable - such a huge project could not be completed by Garcia alone.
Of course, the entire Vatican took action and worked together to make the gold object called a bell.
But how to facilitate the formation of a pact between humans and orcs who have never met before? This is a big problem.
Everyone gathered together for a heated discussion.
Only Eli, he plucked the bell on his neck with his hand, curled his lips and said: "Who said I want to be his kitten? I haven't thought about it yet!"
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The next day, the nave.
The high priest gathered all the clergy together and announced to them: His Majesty the Son of God has found a way to break the curse of the orcs.
For a long time afterwards, the main job of all clergymen was to process the ten tons of gold, enchant them, and select kind-hearted humans who were suitable for forming a pact with the orcs.
While the high priest was explaining the details to the priests, Garcia and Jophiel, the only two who did not attend the meeting, were resting under Garcia's favorite tree.
Or a picnic.
It all started when Jophiel said he wanted to invite Garcia to lunch.
"Why did you ask me to lunch?" Garcia asked him.
Jophiel replied, "Because Amber said that according to human procedures, I must first get in touch with you, slowly get to know each other, then go on a date with you, and confess my feelings after the date. Only after you accept my confession can we officially confirm our relationship."
He spoke seriously.
Garcia was left in a state of confusion.
The blond boy blinked his beautiful green eyes and jokingly said, "But haven't you told many people that you are my husband and we are already partners?"
"I still think we're already partners," Yophiel said, word for word, following his brother's instructions. "But you deserve to be treated well, so I can't skip the initial steps. I want to complete them all so you can feel loved and cherished."
Garcia felt like he was shot by an arrow of Cupid.
This was something he had never felt before. It was completely different from those deliberate seductions with desire or exchanges of interests. It was a very, very pure courtship.
From a man who had been attracted to himself by his appearance when he was still a statue.
And he is actually a male angel with a very good personality.
Garcia was certain that he had a vague liking for the other person.
It is sweet and sour, full of expectations, like the purest kind of love in student days, not asking about family background or the cost of a house or car.
I like the appearance, I like the character, and I like the comfortable feeling when getting along with others.
But I haven’t even finished middle school, Garcia asked himself.
It’s okay, you can still enjoy your belated adolescence, the inner voice replied.
So he accepted Jophiel's invitation to a date.
And the location was set on the lawn which was empty at the moment.
Sharing an ordinary lunch packed from the cafeteria with the silver-haired man who was pursuing him.
…
"Once they've mastered the art of bell-making, I want to travel the mainland." Garcia sat on a picnic blanket, his back against a tree, a travelogue spread across his lap. "You know, I didn't belong here before. But now I love this world so much. I want to travel around and see if there's anything else I can do to help."
As he spoke, he turned to the next page of his travelogue and explained, "I'm the Son of God. Since I have a stable job provided by the Vatican, I have to do something."
Jophiel nodded and praised him: "I'm glad that you have such awareness. It makes me feel that choosing you is the right decision."
Seeing that the topic was about to turn to the "pink soul" that Garcia didn't want to mention again, he quickly tried to change the subject.
Point to an illustration in a travelogue and say, "I want to go here!"
"Red Pomegranate Town." Yophiel recognized it immediately. "It's been a bit uneasy here lately."
"Not peaceful? What do you mean it's not peaceful? I'd go only if it's not peaceful!" Garcia had obviously forgotten that when he first arrived in the Golden Town, he was scared to death by the zombies that climbed through his window in the middle of the night.
He took a sip of the juice, but felt it was not satisfying enough, so he handed another piece of fruit from the plate to Jophiel and asked the man to peel it for him.
Then she was successfully amused by the man's clumsy movements.
"Okay, I'm serious. I want to go out for a walk and learn more about this world that has accepted me back into life." Garcia took the fruit from the man and took a bite. The juice stained her pale pink lips light red. "Also, I seemed to see someone I know in my dream last time. It was my former roommate. We lived together for a long time!"
"Roommate?" Jophiel suddenly became alert. "Does that mean you will sleep together?"
As a first-time human, he has an extremely strong possessiveness towards his partner.
He occasionally has the urge not to share his partner with anyone, but to wrap him in his own sphere, soaking him with tears and melting him.
But he was suppressed by divinity again and again.
But after hearing that their partner had lived with another person for a long time, that possessive urge conflicted with the angel's divinity.
It made Yophiel feel heavy in his heart.
"No, we just live in the same house, but we don't sleep together. Sometimes he tells me country ghost stories and scares me, so we set up a tent in the living room and sleep together." Garcia didn't notice the change in Yophiel's expression. After all, that face, which is always expressionless, rarely has any special expression. "I think I can meet Bai Su here. The familiar face I saw in the dream might really be my roommate. I just don't know how he died. I'm so curious, I really want to..."
Before she could finish her words, Jophiel put his arm around her waist.
"What are you doing?" Garcia was about to put on a stern face and teach this pursuer a lesson.
The silver-haired man, whose divinity was not very high at the moment, suddenly opened his six wings behind him and tightly wrapped him up.
The familiar feeling of falling came over me.
The next second, Garcia came to the depths of the sea of consciousness and was surrounded by giant eyeballs filled with tears.
He felt something, different from the gentle emotion last time, it could even be said to be intense.
The sea water was no longer warm, but boiling hot, so hot that it excited him.
Some dark tentacles, perhaps eyelashes or perhaps giant seaweed, trapped Garcia tightly and pulled him down.
Completely different from physical contact.
It is a deeper and more direct transmission, which conveys his possessiveness, love, appreciation, cherishment, even jealousy... and so on to his partner in the form of invisible spiritual comfort.
Garcia reacted and tried to stop him: "Jophiel! Stop it right now! We agreed to date first!"
But He, in His non-human state, doesn't care about these things.
He wants to possess His partner from the depths of His soul.
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