Chapter 067 The Person in Charge
Garcia was squatting on the edge of the lawn, washing his hands at a low irrigation tap.
Clean every space between your fingers carefully.
Garcia's face flushed red as he thought of Jophiel's frank and straightforward reactions above the clouds.
The Archangels do not seem to have a complete grasp of all knowledge about humans, especially regarding the instinct of reproduction.
He only remembered that Garcia once took him to the cemetery and saw Samuel and Arnold kissing.
His understanding only stopped at this.
So, above the clouds, the kiss came suddenly.
Garcia did not refuse this kiss full of flattery, and even enjoyed the silver-haired man's love for her.
Until some unpleasant little incidents occurred.
Jophiel frowned slightly and asked Garcia, "How do we solve it? Perhaps I should take you to the depths of the sea of consciousness again."
The depths of the sea of consciousness?
Garcia thought of that enormous eyeball, as big as an entire planet, its pupil as deep blue as the ocean, and its eyelids that closed gently like waves, wrapping him up in them.
Especially, those gentle tears that carry so many emotions and feelings.
So last time, Jophiel solved the same little accident in this way?
Garcia felt that, perhaps without his knowledge, he might have had many soul-level communications with Him, this angel who was not human but looked like a human.
That's why he said so bluntly that he appreciates himself, cherishes himself, and likes his pink soul.
Garcia also likes to be cherished.
He wanted to give Jophiel some response.
Then he covered the silver-haired man's eyes with one hand and said, "I have another way, but don't look."
"Okay." The angel, who trusted his partner very much, closed his eyes obediently.
…
Garcia's cheeks were burning and he squatted there, not even noticing that a small puddle of spring water had formed beside him.
Until a hand rested on his shoulder.
"Ah—" Garcia was startled at first, but when he saw the boy's mother behind him, a cute smile appeared on his face again, "Hi, Damien, I missed you so much."
"I miss you too." Daming said with a smile.
He bent down, turned on the faucet, and pulled Garcia up from the ground.
Tell him: "The high priest is waiting for you in the glass greenhouse."
"Yeah." Garcia nodded. He was about to walk over when he suddenly seemed to remember something. He looked at Daming with sparkling eyes and said hesitantly, "Daming, regarding the matter you asked me to do earlier, I think I'll tell you some good news tonight."
Hearing this, Daming's eyes widened in surprise: "You mean..."
"Yeah!" Garcia nodded heavily. "That's what you think! Wait till tonight, later, and I'll tell you."
The blond boy lifted the hem of his robe a little and ran hurriedly towards the greenhouse.
Daming, who remained where he was, looked at his back and felt deeply that it was no wonder that a cute child like Garcia could attract His special attention and successfully gain more attention for the human camp.
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When Garcia arrived at the glass greenhouse, in addition to Amber and Yophiel, who were like brothers, Eli was also there.
He was still in the form of a snow leopard, lying next to a bunch of grape hyacinths, with a small eyeball hovering on the tip of his nose.
It was obvious that the snow leopard really wanted to bite, but because the owner was sitting nearby drinking tea, it didn't dare to really bite.
"Come, Garcia, sit here," the high priest called.
There were many desserts and fruits on the round table in front of him.
Garcia sat down next to Yophiel. He hadn't eaten lunch and was feeling a little hungry, so he forked a piece of pie onto the plate in front of him.
After thinking about it, he forked another piece for Jophiel.
During this time, no one spoke.
When Garcia quickly finished a piece of pie and a piece of fruit to fill his stomach and picked up the teacup to drink water, the high priest suddenly said, "Jophiel, Garcia, I wish you a happy wedding."
After saying this, he leaned back tactically.
"Puff——" Garcia sprayed all the tea onto the table and Yophiel's face.
As for Jophiel, he wiped the water stains off his face with his hand with an expressionless face and replied seriously: "Thank you, Amber."
Jophiel thought that his response to his brother's congratulations was polite enough.
But for some reason, the partner next to him was pulling his arm with one hand and coughing violently.
"Are you okay?" Jophiel patted his partner's back, trying to calm him down.
But what Garcia was not happy about was his spirit.
Garcia was so speechless that he didn't know where to start complaining.
Just come one by one——
He asked Jophiel, "Do you know what 'Happy Wedding' means?"
"I know," Jophiel replied, "it means two people become partners."
"When did we become partners?"
"It was at a hotel in Golden Town, sleeping together... well."
"Okay, don't talk anymore." Garcia felt the veins on his forehead throbbing and quickly covered the man's mouth.
It's like talking to a deaf person and talking to Jophiel!
Then he took a deep breath, put on a fake smile, and asked the high priest: "Amber, where did you hear this news?"
"From Cassius," Amber replied. "Bishop Cassius is the one you met, the bishop stationed in Golden Town. Each branch of the Church has a mirror that can communicate with me. By the way, he mentioned that his information came from the wife of the archon. And coincidentally, the original version came from Jophiel."
"Wait," Garcia asked him. "Let's not talk about that for now. What I'm curious about is why Bishop Cassius didn't use the mirror to report to you about the Golden Town incident, but instead waited until the Archangel and I went there together before resolving it?"
"That's exactly what I'm curious about." Amber looked to the side, where her brother was still covered by Garcia's hand, and blurted out, "Perhaps, this is a question of stance."
"Is it a question of stance?" Garcia released his hand and looked at Jophiel.
It was like being in a mute state and I didn't understand anything.
Just listen to them.
Then Amber asked, "Jophiel, can you tell me what happened that night?"
Jophiel recalled for a moment before slowly speaking, "That night, I appeared in the cemetery in the form of a wheel eyeball. I wanted to see the source of power for the living dead through the surveillance cameras, but there, I met the god Pan."
Garcia's body trembled.
Why did he feel that what Jophiel said sounded familiar? It was as if he had heard it before.
Before I could remember the exact time, I heard the Archangel continue:
"I saw Pan using his words to activate the living dead—the medium was gold. Almost all the gold in the entire Golden Town was filled into the bodies of the living dead, replacing their internal organs and giving them vitality."
"I don't know what Pan is up to. He runs away when he sees me, and I can never catch him."
"It was almost dawn, and all the undead had returned to the cemetery. I removed all the gold from their bodies and was about to take care of the leader when Samuel suddenly appeared and took the undead leader away with a summoning circle."
"I removed the enchantment from the gold, rendering it incapable of serving as a source of power for the living dead. I then sent the gold to the Archdeaconry and instructed Cassius to return it to its original owner."
"Then I returned to the guest room and woke Garcia up. At noon, perhaps due to some miscommunication, Samuel mistakenly believed that the wheel eye that Garcia and I used when we returned to the cemetery belonged to the same person. So he decided to pay ten tons of gold to keep the nugget of gold from the leader of the undead."
Garcia: “…”
So what on earth was Samuel and I talking about that day...
I was wondering why things were going so smoothly...
It turns out that I wasn’t the one who did the work…
Garcia felt a little disappointed. He felt that he had not been able to help in any way after going out.
But the high priest, who seemed to have seen something, comforted him, saying, "Garcia, don't overthink it. You know, it's because of your kindness and sincerity that I, and the Holy See, have won the support of the ever-high-handed God Pan in our confrontation with Him."
Garcia seemed to understand something.
But Jophiel remained silent.
He just glanced at Garcia and silently told himself: I am definitely not biased because of my partner. Even if I am, it is only a little.
After all, Garcia is really cute.
Garcia, on the other hand, suddenly remembered something and felt as if he had regained a sense of faith in helping others. He hurriedly asked the high priest for credit: "Amber, Arnold - the leader of the undead, he seems to be a student of Pan. He said he had seen Pan use gold to restore the sanity of those insane orcs. These ten tons of gold donated to the Church may be able to solve the curse on the orcs. Achieve, achieve... balance!" Garcia said excitedly, "Yes! It's balance!"
"I'm glad you've found balance during this trip," Amber said. "Do you have any ideas about how to lift the curse?"
"A little bit, but I'm not completely sure." Garcia replied a little embarrassedly, "It may take some time to test. Can you lend me Eli?"
The high priest has not yet expressed his opinion.
The snow leopard, who had heard the whole thing, came over, rubbed his big head against Garcia's waist, and said arrogantly, "Okay! I agree! I'll sleep with you tonight!"
…
After the man and the leopard left, only the high priest and Jophiel were left in the greenhouse.
Jophiel was usually taciturn.
The high priest saw that he was not in a particularly good mood, so he asked him, "Jophiel, what are you thinking about?"
"I'm thinking about Garcia," Yophiel replied. "He treats me very strangely."
The high priest sighed helplessly.
He wondered if it was because his brother had mostly been in the form of wheel-like eyes and had only recently adopted a humanoid body, that his brother's new brain wasn't working very well.
It can even be said that he has no brains.
Then he said bluntly, "Jophiel, have you ever thought that perhaps in the eyes of normal people—I mean humans—the weird one isn't Garcia, but you?"
"Some of your actions can be described as hooliganism."
"And very sick."
"Impossible." Jophiel immediately retorted, "I'm sure I'm a more qualified partner."
High Priest: “…”
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