Chapter 341: The Sickly Illegitimate Daughter Who Everyone Dislikes vs. the Elegant and Crazy Housekeeper (36)
Xizel put his cheek on Lucha's little hand and tilted his head slightly.
The sun fell on his eyebrows and eyes, and he smiled very gently:
"My God is only you."
Lu Cha pinched Xizel's face happily and fed him a piece of beef.
Just like the owner who is amused by the dog, he takes his own food as a reward and feeds it to the dog.
However, Césaire ate with satisfaction and did not get up.
Instead, he knelt beside Lu Cha's legs and served her meal.
Only after they finished their deer tea did Xizel stand up and carry the girl to the bed in the hall to rest.
"I'm here to protect you."
Lu Cha hummed, adjusted himself to a comfortable position, and closed his eyes.
Xizel sat on the stool beside the bed, staring at Lu Cha quietly, doing nothing.
He didn't know when it started, but he didn't want to see the look of pain on Miss An's face anymore.
Especially the pain he caused.
In Xizel's deep blue eyes, there was a lingering feeling like spring rain.
He carefully stretched out his hand, followed Lu Cha's round and tender pink nails, and gently rubbed them to her fair wrist, his eyes gradually becoming obsessed.
It was like a believer with delusional thoughts, who took advantage of the god's rest to boldly overstep his bounds and climb onto the warmth he had always longed for.
Suddenly, Cesar's hand was grabbed.
Bang--!
He was pulled onto the bed by Lu Cha and lay beside her.
Lu Cha rested her head on Xizel's chest and said, "Let's sleep together."
"Don't move around anymore."
Otherwise I’ll beat you to death!
Xizel stiffened his body, breathed lightly, and let Lu Cha use him as a pillow.
However, his fingertips secretly wrapped around a strand of the girl's hair and held it tightly in his hand.
The soft and delicate touch made Xizel feel greedy.
I really want to hold Miss An like this forever.
Even death.
[Ding—Villain’s favorability +10, darkening value -5.]
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At the same time, in the main hall of the temple.
The Pope counted the dozens of gold coin cards in his arms and smiled from ear to ear.
The saint actually fulfilled the conditions she promised him!
Prince Coulomb felt bad for leaving the ceremony in the middle of not completing all the procedures, so he gave the temple a large sum of compensation.
Ferry also donated more gold coins than before.
When Ferry returns from the South District, he will be able to get all of Rhodes's property.
Just as the Pope was immersed in the joy of counting money, the door was suddenly pushed open.
He immediately put away the gold card and looked at the incoming "Agers" with displeasure:
“Get out!”
"Who gave you the courage to enter the main hall without permission?!"
The God of Light ignored the Pope's attitude and walked straight up to the podium: "You're sitting in my seat, don't you recognize who I am?"
"I am the God of Light."
"I think you've gone crazy! You're talking nonsense here!" The Pope impatiently chanted a spell and drove the man out.
A sacred golden light suddenly lit up in the temple.
The divine staff that was originally thrown aside by the Pope flew into the hands of the God of Light.
When the Pope saw the crystal ball embedded in the scepter emitting bursts of light, he was stunned.
After the God of Light fell asleep, the staff became a decoration.
No one except the God of Light can use it.
Why can Argus use the Scepter?!
The God of Light waved his scepter and forcibly pulled the Pope off the chair.
Then, he sat on the chair and explained briefly:
"Agers is my clone, but he has never recovered his memory."
The Pope knelt down in fear and said, "The Third Pope of the Temple pays homage to His Majesty the God of Light."
"It's just you and me here, you can be as casual as you want."
The God of Light spoke of tolerance and mercy, but he did not mean to let the Pope stand up.
Glancing around at the surrounding decorations, the God of Light expressed some dissatisfaction:
"The main hall is so empty, why don't you order people to build more statues of me to be placed there?"
The Pope replied guiltily, "I asked craftsmen to do it a long time ago, but the results were not ideal. I didn't fully experience your majesty, so I kept asking them to redo the work."
The reality is that the Pope regarded the main hall as his own residence and did not want to place statues of other people.
The God of Light narrowed his eyes slightly, remembering the black-haired girl who said that the temple was collecting money:
"Bring me the temple's account books for the past hundred years."
The Pope swallowed nervously, but he didn't dare to disobey the order of the God of Light, so he could only let the believers take it.
Soon, account books were brought in, almost occupying half of the space in the main hall.
The God of Light picked up an account book at random and looked through it.
A moment.
The account book fell heavily to the ground.
The Pope couldn't help but shudder.
"Does it cost 100 million gold coins to replace the temple chairs?!"
Hearing the question from the God of Light, the Pope stammered and was unable to speak.
Seeing the Pope wiping his sweat in fear, the God of Light also understood that most of these gold coins had been greedy by the other party.
He snorted coldly: "When I came in just now, you still had a lot of gold coin cards, right?"
“These are all donations from the last few days…”
"Hand it over, and I will choose someone new to manage the temple's finances." The God of Light's tone left no room for argument:
"I forgive your mistake this time."
"If you dare to embezzle donations again, I will appoint a new pope."
"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your mercy." The Pope handed over all the gold coin cards with tears of gratitude on his face, but resentment arose in his heart.
The God of Light has been asleep for a hundred years, and all matters big and small in the temple are taken care of by the Pope.
How can we support so many believers without making a lot of money?
What's more, the decoration of the temple is luxurious and extravagant because of the rules set by the God of Light that everything must be the best.
How can you lay gold bricks or build a statue without money?
It would have been fine if he had just been a hands-off boss, but now that he'd woken up, he had taken away his financial power.
But the Pope didn't dare to say a single word of these words.
"How many light magicians are there on the continent?"
The Pope quickly collected his thoughts and said respectfully, "Your Majesty, if you don't count those with whom we have close ties, there are probably over fifty of them."
"Ever since you fell asleep, very few people on the continent have awakened light magic."
The God of Light pondered for a moment and said, "Gather them all to the temple as quickly as possible."
"This news must not be disclosed to anyone, especially Anlu Tea."
"Dark God, be with her."
The Pope was stunned: "Dark God?"
"An Lucha's personal butler, Xizel, is the God of Darkness." The God of Light glanced at him.
"As the Pope, haven't you noticed it for so long?"
The Pope lowered his head in embarrassment, a gleam of light flashing in his eyes.
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late at night.
The moon is as cool as water.
After making sure that no one was following him, the Pope quietly came to the Saint's Palace.
Lu Cha asked Xizel to go down and rest, then he looked sleepily at the Pope standing in the center of the main hall:
"Your Holiness is here so late because of the God of Light."
The God of Light has just awakened and is weak. He will definitely go to the Pope and confess his identity.
Unexpectedly, Lu Cha guessed correctly, and the Pope became more determined in his idea: "I want to negotiate another deal with the Saint."
"If you help me take back the financial power of the temple, I will help you escape."
He told Lu Cha about the God of Light's plan without any guilt.
The temple had long since changed.
The people in the temple now choose to become believers of the God of Light because of money.
Including him.
But the God of Light not only infringed upon his interests, but was also unlikely to reuse him.
He had personally witnessed the Saint's methods, and it would be easy for her to plot against him.
Fortune and wealth are achieved through risk. Since he can't afford to offend either side, why doesn't he choose the rich side?
The most important thing is that the power of the God of Light has not yet recovered to its peak.
He felt that the Saint was confident in dealing with the God of Light.
Lu Cha could probably guess the Pope's thoughts and took out the letter he had prepared long ago:
"No need to run away, just help me with a few things."
"These three letters, one for Duke Ferry, one for Narissa, and one for Prince Hoorn."
"After this is done, you will not only be able to take back the financial power, but you can also make a bigger profit."
Lu Cha's voice suddenly became much lower, and he whispered a few words to the Pope.
The Pope's expression changed from shock to hesitation, and finally, he gritted his teeth and agreed.
Before leaving, he couldn't suppress his curiosity and asked, "Is Xizel really the Dark God?"
Lu Cha smiled and said, "Is this important?"
The Pope was tactful and said no more.
Anyway, it’s enough for him to get the money.
Watching the Pope leave, Lu Cha stood up and stretched, with a strange color flashing in his eyes.
Like the excitement before a prank begins.
This time, she wants to clear all the villain's black points in one go!
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