Chapter 156 Western Fantasy 21 Weird Attitude
The part that chose to submit to its nature had already become his enemy, separated into another existence that he did not want to mention.
But after the dissection, the pervasive pollution still troubles the body.
Lance's spiritual consciousness crossed mountains and seas, passed through countless tall and short buildings, and passed by countless people with different expressions. All kinds of familiar things were happening as usual.
The words of prayer are still the same old clichés, expressed every day for ten years, and are transmitted in every possible way.
“Lord, please protect my child and restore him to health…”
"Lord, please give me answers. Why can't I succeed at anything?"
"Lord, I can't hold on any longer. I want to die. Please have mercy on me. Please answer me... I'm willing to give everything for this..."
Birth, aging, sickness, and death all follow their own laws. He needs their faith, but he cannot interfere with all causes and effects.
Lance closed his eyes, intending to summon the Archangel to report on the recent situation on the continent and proceed to the next agenda.
The thought has not yet spread out, but I thought of something.
His spiritual consciousness inexplicably stayed in a place, which was the corner he was most familiar with and the one he cared about most often.
——The Holy See of Light located in the royal city.
But this time he didn't plan to communicate with Amodia, but to choose his agent.
He looked for that fresh face that he had even confirmed again during the baptism of God a month ago, to make sure that his heart was loyal to the light.
Lance recalled some of the memories that had been transmitted from Emordia, although they had been destroyed by that body.
The black-haired human was so sleepy that he could hardly open his eyes, but for some reason he was unexpectedly bold and made trouble for the old man who was considered the most conservative and polite in the eyes of others.
He even caused the carrier of a wisp of His spiritual consciousness to abandon the abstinence rule that he had adhered to for so many years. He could have suppressed the other party at will, but he did not take any action.
As incompetent as those subordinates of Seno who follow their desires.
This was an unprecedented crossing of the line, causing him to doubt whether such a body, which he considered perfect and with demigod potential, could still perform the original task.
Amodia whipped himself with the harshest punishment simply to punish his own obsession and let his body know who was its master.
It just so happened that the little human was so focused and devoted when he prayed that the practitioners beside him were also led into better and better states. His holy appearance was absolutely worthy of his agent.
Lance concluded that the person with ulterior motives must be Amodia.
Behind a thick holy wall, this believer, who still firmly believed in his faith, knelt upright on the spot, as if he didn't know that repentance was useless.
But the god representing light is not in a much better situation at this moment.
It was difficult to take his eyes off the awkward believer who had not yet fully transformed into a mature man, and all he could think about was how soft his lips were and how fragrant his breath was.
While shouting "Say goodbye to all desires", he surrendered to his nature like the lowest creature.
Lance thought to himself, since he said one thing and meant another, it was no wonder that the evil pollution could wreak havoc on him.
Lance regulated his breathing, letting the ugly distortion that was spreading fade away, while hiding his figure and continuing to focus his gaze.
The attention from top to bottom was still not deliberately concealed.
The black-haired and black-eyed "Son of God," His amazing agent, was in sync with Him as always. He raised his head as if inspired, and looked at Him with inquiring eyes with soft almond-shaped black eyes.
His face was pale and small, I wonder if it was as big as a mortal's palm. He was obviously very thin when he was with the blonde elf, and he seemed to be still the same when he was alone.
Little did he know that the one spying on him was the very god he was praising so sweetly.
The Vatican's food did not make his pointed chin rounder, but instead, against the backdrop of the elegant pure white, it looked even weaker, as if it could be blown away by a gust of wind.
Lance inexplicably thought that he would probably have to ask Amodia to personally check out the catering supply situation.
After all, we can't let these subordinates suffer and make them feel cold.
Before this, except for the moment when he first created human beings and established the connection with the next world, he had rarely been so serious.
Lu Huai felt that the feeling of being spied on reappeared, but he was now in almost the safest place in the entire Central Continent.
The kingdom's elite clergymen stood guard, and the magic circle maintained by Amordia operated day and night. Under such circumstances, what kind of powerful force could achieve this...
His doubts were soon explained.
Lu Huai felt his body was solid and empty, and was being lifted up by a mysterious force.
He traveled a long distance in the chaos until he arrived at the misty temple.
The god of light that came into his eyes was as solemn and cold as he had imagined.
Why did he want to see him?
Lu Huai knew that this Holy Son was not that simple. To be able to bear the title of an agent, he must have communicated with the gods.
Although he felt that Amodia was more suitable for this job, perhaps Lance felt that all eggs should not be put in one basket, and that the power and the information should be separated.
It is undeniable that this special position is indeed his best chance to blend in and achieve Seno's goal.
Lance's clear voice rang out, like the sound of nature played by the best musical instruments.
As soon as she appeared, Lu Huai's heart tightened.
"May I have your name?"
Being asked his name by the imaginary omniscient and omnipotent God, Lu Huai was a little surprised and answered immediately:
"Lord, my name is Lu Huai."
He had never faced a being like God so seriously before. It seemed as if everything about him was seen through by those plain golden eyes.
In that extremely pure golden gem, Lu Huai could clearly see his own figure.
There was even a special feeling, that the muscles, bones, and blood beneath the complicated robes were revealing themselves without reservation, and every inch of them was seen through.
A thin layer of blush appeared on Lu Huai's cheeks, as if he was ashamed to face the admirers of the sage, but he only knew that he was feeling guilty.
His heart was beating very fast. A human being who was being chased by wild wolves and struggling for survival might have the same reaction.
The state of the god on the opposite side was completely different, like a ray of light being captured by a black hole with huge gravitational force, without any ripples.
"Lu, there's no need to stand so far away, please come to me."
Lance made an inviting gesture. The Creator, whose face was more delicate than a statue, remained calm and composed. Lu Huai could not judge his emotional state.
I just felt that this god's words were surprisingly polite, completely different from Seno.
But he didn't dare to think further. This feeling of being seen through made him walk on thin ice. He was afraid that unnecessary thinking would give him more opportunities to make mistakes.
Lu Huai decided to leave it open and then counter the opponent's moves.
He walked forward nervously and stood beside him, but did not dare to get too close, like a little animal waiting to be pampered, with just the right amount of desire and fear.
Lance carefully observed every micro-expression of Lu Huai, because he was skeptical, or rather, he didn't quite believe that the human in front of him was completely sincere.
He had seen too many faithful prayers and wishes, with tears in their eyes, and even many who were so fanatical as to sacrifice their lives for the light.
Lu Huai was not like any of them, and it even seemed that this was just his job.
It is precisely this insincere attitude that makes it so hard to look away from a person like him.
It was this kind of prolonged attention that made Lu Huai appear to be normal on the surface, but his heart was actually in turmoil.
The God of Light may have discovered something, otherwise how could such an anomaly occur?
Seno said that his identity could not be discovered below the level of a god, but this person was a genuine god.
He was in awe and fear of the god before him. Although the face that looked exactly like Seno's was very familiar, the difference in temperament made them seem as if they were a world apart.
Compared to the dark god, Lance obviously better meets people's expectations of the supreme being "God".
There was almost no expression on Lance's face, and it was impossible to guess His intentions.
He could only follow His instructions with trepidation, and for a person like him with a guilty conscience, the pressure in his heart increased exponentially with every step he took.
It took a long time to accumulate strength, but fortunately Lu Huai did not have to wait for the terrifying questioning.
"Do you know the duties of an agent? Could you explain your understanding of them?"
At this moment, the god was like a boss evaluating employee performance. A few words to start the conversation made the brain of the person in front of him start working rapidly.
Then Lu Huai tried his best to integrate what he had learned and demonstrated the ability he learned from Jon to speak differently to different people.
Lance appeared to be sitting upright with his back straight, but in fact he was staring blankly at the red lips that were opening and closing as he explained seriously.
It is so amazingly superior that it makes people feel restless for some reason.
I heard that the way different races pursue beautiful appearance includes applying lip gloss to make the lips look plump and moisturized.
He was very curious whether his Son, his agent, also had this hobby.
But he can do two things at once, he is also listening.
"Very good, the basic understanding is correct."
The other party's answer seemed to be well-prepared. Lance suddenly became tolerant and stopped worrying about the attitude that made him suspicious, and gave a brief praise.
Lu Huai listened nervously to his comments. He felt that his expression was not so appropriate and even had some obvious flaws.
Fortunately, Lance was surprisingly generous in this regard and had no intention of making things difficult for him.
He only added a few words: "I will have some additional tasks for you or others to complete. At that time, you don't have to strictly follow the Vatican's schedule."
After Lu Huaicai replied, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Their conversation didn't last long.
The temple of the God of Light has a simple layout, without any complicated decorations, but it looks comfortable.
Even when Lu Huai returned to the Vatican, he was still in a daze and didn't notice any difference in the surrounding environment. It was exactly the same as in heaven and on earth.
What surprised him was that it had been darkening not long after he was summoned to leave, and there were not many priests and nuns left who had begun praying together around him.
And in front of him stood a figure he didn't want to see.
"Is it finished? I've asked Rika to keep the meal warm for us."
"You should be hungry now. Let's go together. I'll show you the way."
It was a rare occasion that she was not wearing a crown. Her brilliant golden hair was simply held up by a rubber band, and she was looking at him with a smile on her face.
"Okay, thank you."
Lu Huai answered obediently, silently swallowing the embarrassment in his heart.
Amodia seemed to be waiting for him, but he felt no need to consider him in this way.
Made him feel… a little guilty.
The entire journey only took about ten minutes, but Lu Huai listened to His Holiness the Pope speaking eloquently as he introduced all the portraits hanging on the walls of the corridor.
The elegant temperament and rich knowledge of his high position were revealed in a moment, but Amordia unexpectedly did not ask about the content of his conversation with the God of Light.
It seemed that Lu Huai's caution was ridiculous.
Lu Huai also gradually let down his guard and responded to some inquiries about his life, but he didn't know that the other party's purpose was just that.
The smile in Amordia's eyes became more genuine.
This affinity was also reflected in the fact that when Lika, who was in charge of cooking, brought the meal, he personally took over and served soup to Lu Huai.
"Lu, this is silver-fin cod soup. You're still growing, and this dish is nutritious and a seasonal delicacy that only comes in this season. You can try it."
"Okay!" Lu Huai was flattered and quickly took it with shame.
But he didn't know if it was his illusion, but when he was handing over the food, the skin on the back of his hand was faintly burned by the body temperature of another body.
His hands were wrapped by another pair of hands that had once held him. Tides from all directions surged silently, and subtle meanings arose between the intimate touches.
Those hands were undoubtedly works of art, slender and with distinct joints, making people subconsciously associate them with the most luxurious and precious background.
Rather than…
Fortunately, there were not many people around at that time, and the tables had been cleaned and were as tidy as if no one had visited.
The rest of the people also didn’t pay attention to their trends.
Some fragments of memory flashed back, and in a trance, the expression on Amodia's face seemed similar to when she restrained him and kissed him.
Lu Huai raised his eyes somewhat awkwardly, but found that the person in front of him looked perfectly normal. After explaining, he easily loosened the shackles on him.
Amodia said innocently: "It's a little full, I'm afraid it might spill."
"Okay, okay." After putting down the bowl, Lu Huai warned himself not to speculate too much and decided to put the matter behind him, so he buried his head in eating.
However, Amodia seemed to be more interested in his food. He didn't even take a bite. Instead, he looked at him with a smile.
Before one crisis is over, another crisis arises.
Lu Huai deliberately diverted his attention, wishing that this fatal time would pass immediately.
Looking around, he found that the number of white-robed clergymen was decreasing, and it was almost only him and the Pope left in the venue. His despair continued to grow.
…………
As if listening to his thoughts at this moment, a familiar voice came from the door.
"Lu! I'm here to see you!"
"Did you miss me..."
The blond elf took off his helmet and spoke excitedly, but his words stopped the moment his eyes met his.
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