Maggie didn't reply to El. She now had an urge to smash him to death with a hammer, wondering what had gotten into him.
She thought that working with the routine, formulaic angels wouldn't cause any accidents, but now it's turned into a serious one. Heaven knows how bad she feels.
Regardless of what Maggie thought, the Duchess was stunned.
From the moment she finished her baptism until she stood up, she stared blankly at the feather in her hand, her expression almost blank, as if she had no idea what had just happened.
It wasn't until Maggie walked over to the Duchess and patted her that she regained her senses.
"Mother, we should go back now."
Maggie spoke gently, showing little fear of the angel's blessing, and her expression remained dignified and holy, showing no sign of losing her composure.
This put the Duchess at ease, and she nodded gently to Maggie.
Father Barton was also immersed in the shock of the angel's descent. It wasn't until he heard Maggie's voice that he snapped out of his daze. Watching Maggie lead the Duchess away alone, he subconsciously reached out to stop her.
But the next second, his movement froze in mid-air. After glancing at the clock above the church, he silently withdrew his hand.
The Pope was watching all of this from the top of the church, and the priest's actions were naturally observed by him.
But the current pope has no interest in analyzing the reasons for the priest's change of attitude; the focus should now be on the Holy Maiden of Light and the Duchess.
Fortunately, people cannot leave the temple for the time being, so there is still time to proceed slowly.
Maggie was probably aware of the undercurrents beneath the calm surface, but she had no time to care right now; she just wanted to find a way to get the Duchess out of the sight of these people as soon as possible.
But no matter how much she thought about it, she couldn't come up with a suitable solution.
The scale of the angelic blessing was too great; its influence could not be easily erased. The only remaining solution was to draw all the fighting to her.
Thinking of this, Maggie could only silently apologize to Xiu, as she had promised to accompany him back to the deep sea to find a way to cure his mania, but it would have to be put on hold for the time being.
Maggie sighed quietly, then glanced at the Duchess beside her who knew nothing about it, and could only swallow her little bit of self-consciousness.
The Duchess was not wrong; she had promised the original owner to take care of her mother. Although she couldn't guarantee that she wouldn't abandon the lady in a critical moment, she would do everything in her power to save her as long as she had a way.
As Maggie was thinking, she didn't expect that the person she had just been thinking about would appear right in front of her in the corridor.
His expression carried an indescribable seriousness.
Perhaps due to their past power, merfolk are mostly pleasure-seeking and rarely do anything productive. Even something as important as learning magic is often a haphazard endeavor for many merfolk.
Even Xiu is like that; even when he's down on his luck, he'll still try his best to make himself comfortable.
Therefore, they generally don't get involved in messy things that have nothing to do with them, because it would only cause them a lot of trouble. Now that they see Xiu here, Maggie has a vague sense of foreboding.
Xiu possesses a very powerful ability called astrology.
If he foresaw something... maybe he came to warn her.
Thinking of this, Maggie gave a look to a spot not far away, and Perkin appeared in front of Maggie like a ghost, his snake-like eyes fixed intently on hers.
"Please take care of my...mother."
Maggie gave the Duchess a reassuring look, then looked up and walked toward Xiu.
Perkin had just carried out the order to kill the Duke's henchman, and the smell of blood on his body had not yet dissipated. Although he was also wearing the temple's uniform, his pale, cold skin and unusual eyes still made the Duchess a little intimidated.
Although he looks handsome, he looks like he's just killed someone, and his features have a sinister air about them. He doesn't look like someone who's easy to talk to at all.
Perkin noticed that the Duchess was upset with him, so he took two steps back to keep a safe distance, which would protect the Duchess and make her less afraid.
He was only ordered to protect and wouldn't do anything unnecessary.
Unlike... those two from yesterday.
Perkin's mind flashed back to the scene of the elves and paladins surrounding the Duchess yesterday. He pursed his lips almost imperceptibly, his expression somewhat gloomy.
On the other side, Maggie had just walked up to Xiu when she saw his slightly serious expression.
He was handsome and refined, and even when he acted serious, it wasn't very noticeable. But now, with such an obvious expression, Maggie felt increasingly uneasy.
"what happens?"
As soon as Maggie asked the question, a small conch shell was shoved into her hand. Xiu shook his head at her without saying anything, then turned and left.
It looked like they were just there to deliver a gift.
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Maggie watched Xiu's departing figure, pondered for a moment, then put away the little conch shell and turned back to Perkin's side.
The scene before her eyes was completely beyond her expectations.
She had assumed that Perkin was taciturn and unwilling to speak, and that the Duchess was a very reserved and ladylike person, so that the two of them would not have any unnecessary conversations.
Who knew that the two people in front of me would be so inexplicably friendly?
Of course, it wasn't the kind of warm interaction in the conventional sense. After all, given Perkin's personality, it's good enough if they can even talk; anything more intimate is unlikely.
"Is that really my daughter's personality?"
The Duchess covered her mouth and chuckled. There were still some wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, but that did not diminish her charm. From Maggie's perspective, although the Duchess was getting on in years, her beauty was not much less than before.
On the contrary, the years have given her more charm, making her more attractive than a young girl.
It's obvious if you think about it for a moment: the original owner of this body was so beautiful, how could the Duchess be ugly? Time never defeats a beauty.
"Yes, Your Highness sometimes does some..."
Perkin was answering the Duchess's question when he seemed to realize Maggie had returned, and he stopped talking a second later.
He turned around, met Maggie's gaze, and before she could even speak, he vanished from sight.
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Maggie was still waiting to hear what Perkin thought of her personality, so she ran off before she finished speaking.
Moreover, she thought she just saw... a hint of shyness and embarrassment in Perkin's expression that he couldn't hide?
“Daughter, you’re back. Your servant is so good. With him here, I can feel a little more at ease.”
As the Duchess watched Perkin leave, she smiled and said to Maggie, her tone full of relief.
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