Chapter 53: Uncomfortable, working overtime in the middle of the night! * …
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I have to say that the training of the Glorious Church is still very effective.
Without the bishops saying a word, the people behind them knelt on the ground in a mass.
The smartest ones said, "Lord Holy Son, several bishops have come all the way here, and they have performed magic to wake you up, despite the backlash. They have done a great job. The reason why they cannot guard you is that they have their own areas of responsibility and cannot leave. Lord Holy Son, please look at the hard work instead of the merits, and give them some leniency."
"Please show some leniency, Saint Son."
The rest of the people repeated the same thing, kneeling on the ground and not daring to look up at me. I raised an eyebrow: "Are you threatening me?"
Everyone buried their heads deeper. "We dare not. Everything we do is for the future of the church. The Holy Son is favored by our Lord, so he will not do evil."
Taking advantage of the fact that they couldn't see me, I rolled my eyes and said, "Then why are you still standing here? If you don't want to be blamed, where are my people?"
"We'll send for them right away."
Several bishops said yes and walked out backwards.
I guess they are cursing me in their hearts, but what's the problem? After all, people should not be afraid of being scolded for what they have done.
For me, being the Son of Light is a job, and just a job.
If I were unhappy and really wanted to go on strike, the worst that would happen would be a scolding.
The gap between high-level artificial intelligence and low-level NPCs is clear and distinct. If we are considered large-scale laborers in the eyes of the mastermind, then in their eyes, these NPCs without independent consciousness are not even considered laborers.
Under my intimidation, the entire church acted very quickly.
Less than half an hour later, the Knight Commander and Sean appeared in front of me.
I looked them up and down carefully, and confirmed that they had no injuries except for being listless. Only then did I feel relieved: "Thank you for your hard work. Are you not hurt?"
"Thank you for your kindness, Your Highness, I am not injured. But please take care of yourself and pay attention to your previous injuries."
The Knight Commander knelt on one knee, his attitude extremely respectful. From the outside, there seemed to be nothing unusual, but I always felt that something was wrong.
After staring at him for a full minute, it dawned on me.
Since entering the room, the Knight Commander has not raised his head to look at me.
I set my eyes on Sean next to me. Little wolf cub, no, now I should say he is a big wolf cub. The problems left by the Beast God have not been solved, and now he looks at least 20 years old. The damn Beast God directly cut off the joy of my upbringing, but the thing that I like most is still retained in him.
Sean blinked and immediately understood what I was thinking. He lowered his head and put his ear in my hand, mumbling something to complain.
"Brother, those people beat us, didn't give us food, and asked us to memorize all kinds of classics. They said we were uneducated and were not presentable..."
The servant of God beside me turned pale when he heard this. But because of my previous behavior, he didn't say anything. He just stared at Sean and ordered him to stop talking with his eyes.
But if I listen to them, I'm not a wolf cub. Sean turned his head and bared his sharp fangs at him, with bloodshot eyes.
It is said that people in the wild have a common sense that they would rather provoke powerful beasts than provoke wolves, because wolves are the most vengeful animals in the world.
"They also told the Knight Commander to think carefully about what would happen to his sister if he didn't obey. Don't forget that she is alive now thanks to the support of the church—"
"Okay, Sean, this is my family matter. You don't need to talk about it in front of the Holy Son."
The Knight Commander interrupted his complaint and finally raised his head: "I am willing to accept the reprimand."
I glanced at the servants next to me. Their expressions looked much better. Even without the ability to read minds, I knew they were cursing in their hearts. The lowly werewolves really didn't know the rules.
I retracted my gaze and looked at Sean again: "I don't know when the relationship between you two became so good. Don't you hate the Knight Commander very much?"
Sure enough, suffering together is the best way to enhance feelings. Sean was silent for a moment, and then whispered, "It was the Knight Commander who helped me when I was tortured, and he was injured for it. I hate him, but I know who is good and who is bad."
The golden crystal-like pupils stared at me without blinking, like a clear prism, reflecting my face. The werewolf said nothing, but he said everything.
I inserted my fingers into the loose hair at the base of his ears and kneaded the thin wolf ears. The soft pink flesh trembled slightly, and seemed a little embarrassed.
I noticed from the corner of my eye that the Knight Commander's movements were a little stiff. He was used to suppressing himself with strict etiquette to create an invulnerable golden body.
Everyone thinks it is dazzling and indestructible, but if you look more carefully you will find that the statue is covered with sores and scars.
"Remire."
Neither I nor the cheap believers seldom call him by this name, and the Knight Commander responded with some surprise. I lowered my eyes and looked at him.
"I'm not interested in hearing your story from other people, nor do I intend to interfere with your choice. I'm not you, so I don't have the right to say [I think this is better]. However, from today on, no one will threaten your sister anymore. If anyone does, it's against me."
I am the Holy Son of the Glorious Church, the one most favored by the Lord of Gloriousness.
I am the sealed god of death, the god who controls the end of all things in the world.
The joys and sorrows, the births and deaths of human beings are meaningless to me. There is only one thing I have to admit: I am arrogant.
I arrogantly thought I could change the world, arrogantly thought I had the power to do whatever I wanted, arrogantly thought everything belonged to me. Because what I gave was enough to become my blade, the world must return the stab to me in the same way.
So, what about those who are not gods?
I bent down slightly and stared into his eyes. His blue eyes were as clear as fragile ice crystals, and his thin lips were unconsciously pursed. If you peel off the wheat-colored skin of a human, you will definitely see hesitation and surprise surging from the depths of his red flesh and blood like a tide, enveloping his hard yet too fragile heart.
The Knight Commander stared at me blankly, his eyes somewhat hesitant. Usually calm and reliable, he looked more like a frightened little animal at this moment, not knowing whether to move forward or backward in the face of kindness.
Still, Sean sighed and pushed the Knight Commander when he was not prepared: "Brother said so, why don't you go ahead."
The Knight Commander was almost knocked down. He finally came to his senses and revealed a complicated bitter smile on his face.
Some people are strong enough to stand at the top, one person is an army.
Some people are very weak. If you can grasp their lifeline, their proud spine will be broken, and they will fall from the bottom with silence as their lifelong language.
He looked like he had a lot to say, but he said nothing.
The blond knight knelt on one knee, bowed his head obediently to me, and waited for the shepherd's baptism.
I heard my own voice rising up like the prelude of an organ.
"You are a pious person and should be blessed. I see your sacrifices and everything you have is valuable. Since you have given everything, why should you apologize?"
If it is a true human Son of God, perhaps a knight would really need to sacrifice himself through fire and water.
But I don't need it.
He is not responsible to me, and I am not a princess waiting for a prince to rescue me in the enemy's castle. Before the knight arrives, I am enough to spread death throughout the country. I hope these little, cute people can live happily rather than seeing a hand reaching out to me in times of trouble.
Maybe in some ways, I do love humans.
The Knight Commander raised his head slightly and smiled at me.
His eyes sparkled and his voice was gentle.
"As you command, Your Highness."
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After dealing with the Knight Commander's affairs, I turned to look at Sean.
The latter looked like he was waiting for praise, and was obviously quite proud of what he had just done.
I looked at him with a bit of amusement. Even if Sean had helped, I couldn't praise him too much.
Wolves are class animals. Once they feel that they have the Knight Commander under their control, they will inevitably bully him. The Knight Commander is an honest person, so he will inevitably be bullied.
"Okay, I know you did a good job this time. Tell me, have you really established a good relationship with the Knight Commander, or are you afraid that I will scold you when I wake up?"
The wolf's ears froze. He looked calm, but his tail was tucked tightly behind him, revealing a guilty look.
I shook my head helplessly, knowing what this kid was thinking.
"Your idea is about to fall on my face. Well, since you are speaking for the Council Chairman this time, you just need to write me a report about the Beast God and the details of this incident, understand?"
Although the Beast God did not successfully resurrect, the appearance of a god - even a broken god - would become the focus of attention.
Sean was rather reluctant. I continued to hammer him: "As the first contact, you will definitely be put on the church's observation list. Writing a report is only the first step. You will have to deal with many inspections later. You have to be careful."
Sean took the initiative to hand the tail to me and said humbly: "I don't know human words. The slave traders only beat and scolded me, and never taught me to learn."
He had a little trick on his mind. When he said this, he squatted on the ground and looked up at me, looking very pitiful.
I didn't move. I let him flirt with the blind man. Seeing that I didn't respond, Sean turned his head and looked at the Knight Commander eagerly. The latter was silent for only three seconds, and then he spoke.
"Sir, although Sean was indeed involved in this incident, he is still young and lived under the control of slave traders. It is inevitable that he is a little panicked when he suddenly experienced such a change. I am also an experiencer of this incident. If you allow me, I can work with him to write a report on this incident so as to respond to the church's review more comprehensively."
Otherwise, how can people say that people in the church are all cunning? This statement is perfect. If I don't agree, I will become a bad person.
I secretly gritted my teeth and glared at him: "Just spoil him."
The Knight Commander was obviously not very good at doing this kind of thing. He lowered his eyes, looked at me with a guilty and flattering look, and apologized seriously: "I'm sorry, Master Saint."
I glanced at him. "Why apologize to me? It's you who wrote it, not me."
"I know that Master Saint is doing this for our own good. I am worrying about these things before my body has recovered. I am not only doing this for Sean, but also for you. Please rest assured, I will handle what happens next."
"And me, brother, I will do well too."
Sean came closer, his angular face was full of wildness, but his eyes were like a wet puppy. I put my hand on his face, trying to distance myself, but he took the opportunity to lick me.
I:"……"
I narrowed my eyes slightly, and Sean felt aggrieved: "When we were in our tribe, we would cheer each other up like this when we encountered difficulties."
I ruthlessly pulled my hand back. "You are already an adult werewolf. You can't be negative about things like this. If you think such a small thing is a problem, it proves that your training is not enough. Knight Commander, I leave it to you."
A loyal response followed, just as it always did: "I understand, Master Saint."
Even though he had grown into a face that could make players shout on the forum that they were so handsome that they couldn't close their legs in the middle of the night, the wolf cub still immediately fell into a frown and said sullenly, "Oh."
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