Chapter 101: Uncomfortable, Holiday... (Erkang's hand) * ...
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The church was very surprised by my awakening. The top leaders were the first to be surprised. The incarnation of God was of great significance to the church. It not only meant a strong fighting force, but also represented the attention of God.
After waking up, I couldn't go out for a week because I was busy receiving various visitors.
Meanwhile, since Xia Pingan entered the game, the situation in the game has been deteriorating, to the point that I haven't even seen Long and the others come back. I've only received letters from them.
Some were stamped with wolf paw prints. The envelopes were stuffed with a bunch of trinkets. The letters were written in Chinese.
I picked up a magically sealed ylang-ylang flower from it. This flower blooms in the dark valley, is snow-white and transparent, and will melt at dawn. It is a beautiful waste that is good for nothing except its beauty, and is often used to praise purity.
I just remembered that the Sean in the game should not be very literate. The wolf cub was born in the wilderness and had no chance to learn. I saw Remiel teaching him to write before.
Neil had a bag of stuff, almost a whole truck. The dragon's majesty was clearly evident in this regard, and the dragon bird that was delivering the letter was so overwhelmed that it couldn't even stand up straight. Remiel helped me unpack the stuff while feeding the dragon bird. My fingertips rubbed the dense feathers of the dragon bird, and the feathered dragon beast purred. It made me feel that it must be very comfortable when he touched someone's chin.
I stared at his hands for a while, then asked him slowly, "What's the situation outside now?"
“There are three main issues now.”
Remiel stopped touching the bird and opened the magic map. The blue color representing our forces and the red color representing the enemy forces flowed dynamically, showing the changes very clearly.
"First, the Elf Forest is under siege, and the elves, as friendly forces, are in urgent need of help. Second, the God of Death and the God of Darkness have officially formed an alliance, and their followers have entered the territory of Glory on a large scale, and we need to deal with the invasion. Third and most importantly, we need to deal with the believers."
Remiel tapped the upper right corner, and the part of the forest covered in bright red immediately zoomed in. Scenes of fighting flashed by.
"His Holiness the Pope has sought the will of our Lord. Our Lord has issued a divine decree, and everything will be decided by you. However, some people have objections and think that you should rest well first, and your health is the first priority."
"What about you? What do you think? Remiel, what do you think I should do? I want to hear your real opinion."
The Knight Commander paused because of my words, and his eyes flashed with complex emotions. He reached out to help me put my hair behind my ears, just like stroking a bird. His fingertips rubbed the skin behind my ears and stayed there for a few seconds. The warm touch was unusually vivid.
“I wish to give you everything you want.”
"I want you to smile at me, I want you to live happily, I want you to be joyful, I want you to do whatever you want, and I want you to use me as your sword, the embrace you need. I will not only cut through the thorns for you, but also stay for you."
He loosely put his arm around my shoulders, his chest burning hot, wrapped in the burning sun. Our hair intertwined, held in his palm, and gently placed a gentle kiss. There was no blasphemy, just piety.
The blond knight whispered, "You don't have to hesitate, just do what you want to do. I have always been taken care of by you, please allow me to repay you."
The young heart was beating in the chest, and the vibration like a drum could be heard from a distance.
Will he cry if I refuse?
I thought so and finally put my hand on the back of his hand. Our eyes met. His blood was hot and his skin was burning.
"I think it would be a good idea to meet Odysseus."
I smiled and said to him, my lips and tongue seemed to be holding a mysterious spell. It was a command that belonged only to knights.
"Let me see what you can do for me."
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It turns out that you shouldn't say this to Remiel easily.
Because it feels so good.
Remiel took over everything as if he had been given a shot of chicken blood. It was hard for me to understand why the Knight Commander had such excellent internal management skills until I passed by his office. I saw that he could actually correct two documents with both hands at the same time and reply to the clerks in a clear and organized manner.
Food, rations, communication with priests, adjustment of training time, recruitment of believers and rotation of knights when they go out on expeditions...
I understand.
He can review official documents and handle expeditions and the internal affairs of the Knights. He can also personally train knights every day to ensure the output of talents. And his own combat ability is not weak. This is not a knight commander, but the father of the entire Glorious Church.
I was blind to train Samuel. If I had met Remiel a thousand years ago, my followers would have crossed several dimensions and formed the largest church in the world.
Thinking of this, I suddenly remembered something.
Oh no, my cat is still with Samuel!
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On the eighth day, I blocked the Pope from taking off his clothes in the bathroom.
It’s not that we don’t want to catch this guy somewhere else, but the church rules are complicated, and the Pope has a special status, so if we want to see him, we must go through a lot of applications.
Why don't you do something else with this time? Why bother going to find that bastard Samuel?
The pope himself had just taken off half of his clothes, and before he could react, I pressed him against the cabinet. In just one second, the momentum of the person in front of me changed dramatically.
Samuel raised his head slightly, deliberately showing his fair neck, and raised the corners of his eyes with a smile: "Are you in such a hurry? This body is not as good-looking as my real appearance. If you like this, you might as well come to me directly."
I pushed his face aside in disgust: "...Don't get mad, where's my cat?"
Samuel froze for a moment, and he lifted his hair naturally. The snow-white robe with gold patterns slid down his shoulders. He didn't look like a priest, but rather a succubus. His voice was numb and smiling: "Are you sure you want to talk to me like this? If you really want to do this... I don't mind."
He reached out and hooked his arm around my shoulders, blowing deliberately into the tip of my ear. I grabbed his wrist and narrowed my eyes dangerously.
We stared at each other for a few seconds, and Samuel nodded reservedly and said, "You're awake."
Something is wrong.
Something is wrong. Something is wrong...
I know Samuel's character very well. It's not like him not to go further and harass me right away.
"Don't try to fool me. Tell me the truth. Where's my cat?"
“........”
Samuel looked up and down but not at me. After I pinched his neck and shook him for five minutes, he finally raised his hands in surrender.
"Your cat is not with me for the time being."
"Didn't you take my artifact from Kajol?"
"It's a long story." Samuel coughed lightly. "In fact, when I brought it back, your mirror had not been completely repaired. Kadro's skill in repairing the artifact was too poor--" He even did not forget to put on some eye drops. "The artifact spirit was injured. So I found a good place and put the artifact in. I wanted to use the breath of death there to repair the artifact, but I didn't expect that the human who sneaked into the game had the same idea as me. He is now using the shell of the god of death and also chose that place to hold the ceremony. Isn't this a coincidence..."
I almost screamed silently: "Are you saying my cat is with Xia Pingan!?"
"...Um."
The blond young man nodded awkwardly, lowering his head, obviously prepared to be scolded. I pointed at him and kept saying "you you you you" for a long time without being able to say the rest of the words, and finally kicked him in the calf in hatred: "I might as well strangle you to death!"
Samuel showed a pitiful look like a puppy and rubbed my fingers flatteringly: "I have issued an oracle and ordered the church to organize an advance force to retake that area. If you want, we will go find your cat tomorrow. However, players in the game cannot be resurrected now, so few players are willing to accept this task. I need you to help me issue the task in person."
"...So you were waiting for me here." I pinched his ears and cursed him in a low voice. "Why do you two have to deal with the mess you two made? The reason why you can't come back is not because Xia Pingan used my authority to detain the souls of those players, right?"
"You are truly a prophet."
"......"
So in the end the blame still falls on me?
There were faint footsteps outside the window. It was the knights patrolling. I pushed Samuel to the cabinet to prevent anyone from seeing our intertwined figures through the window. Samuel hooked his hand around my shoulders and pressed me into his arms, whispering teasingly, "Why, are you afraid of being seen?"
"Do you believe that tomorrow's headline news will be that the Pope of the Church of Light mysteriously drowned in a bath?"
"I don't believe you. You are not the kind of person who would kill people at will."
My fist was hard. Between keeping calm for a while and protecting my heart health, I resolutely chose the latter and punched him in the face.
Samuel raised his hand to catch my fist and kissed the back of my hand. His soft lips brushed against my skin and I could almost feel the heat of his breath.
I squeezed out a word from between my teeth and glared at him with a dark face: "...You owed me something in the first place and I had to work hard to get it. Why don't you just die?"
Samuel lowered his head again, stretched his face forward, and was as obedient as a dog: "I'm sorry, or you can hit me."
I was so angry that I laughed, and slapped his face with my palm: "Do you really think I dare not hit you?"
"I know you dare, but I heard something very interesting before." Samuel smiled and rubbed my palm, his voice low and hoarse. "It is said that when you are slapped by someone you like, the first thing that comes to you is the fragrance rather than the pain."
The raised palm hung in the air, and for a moment it was not right to slap him, nor was it right not to slap him.
Seeing that my hand had not fallen, he deliberately went over to kiss my fingertips. His tongue softly licked my skin, and then retracted before I could catch it: "Are you not angry anymore?"
I said expressionlessly: "I'm angry, so what? I can beat you to death. Go away."
If I don't beat him, he'll feel angry, but if I do beat him, I'm afraid he'll feel good.
Samuel looked at my hand reluctantly. The Pope's face was somewhat similar to his, and it looked even more similar when he raised the corners of his eyes. His long and thick eyelashes fluttered like butterflies, but what he said was: "You really don't smoke?"
Suddenly a thread broke in my brain.
The World Book in my arms was slightly hot, as if reminding me that its shell was thick enough. Before I smashed the thing in Samuel's face, before I rushed out to grab the patrol knight's sword and beat him up. Samuel ran away with a smile. I was left to catch the unconscious Pope and took three deep breaths to calm down.
Stupid Samuel, sooner or later I will take him to report to my kingdom of God.
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