My host is losing his horse again

Chapter 303 You Are Damn Sweet
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The news of the spirit king's resurrection quickly reached Xie Fengliu's place.

Seeing the back of the crow flopping twice on the table before flying away, Lovia quickly lowered his head again, concentrating on reading the menu, and then he did not forget to hold Xie Fengliu's hand.

The two were originally sitting on the sofa reading a book together, but because of the sudden flying of the crow, Xie Fengliu moved his eyes away.

If it weren't for Lovia's strength enough, His Highness, who was finally dragged, would run away again.

"Lovia."

"Your Highness?"

Lovia struggled to look up from the menu.

Well, His Royal Highness's face is indeed much prettier than those dishes.

"Tomorrow at noon, I want to see the elf priest's temple collapse."

Xie Fengliu said flatly.

The temple is the spiritual support of a race.

Seeing the collapse of the temple itself is more terrifying than extermination.

Because you can earn and build again if you lose material things, but if you lose faith...where can you find it?An ethereal thing.

Lovia was not surprised.

Just like the day he killed the Elf King with one paw.

"Yes, my lord."

Lovia also nodded calmly, then looked at Xie Fengliu for a few seconds before returning to the menu.

Maybe you can try this dish tonight. Your Highness will definitely waste a lot of unnecessary energy tomorrow to supplement your nutrition—by the way, you have to enter the kitchen two hours in advance, so as not to delay your Highness's dinner time and supper time.

Just three more pages and you're ready to cook.

The Blood Servant Steward, who should have been preoccupied with fighting, thought so.
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A month later.

inside the church.

The bishop led one person into his private darkroom, where he sat on a chair and seemed to have something to say.

The man was two heads taller than the bishop, and was wrapped in a black robe, only a pair of black eyes could be seen.

The bishop was dressed in red, sitting disheveled on a chair with his legs crossed.

"Tell me, what's your condition?"

"..." The man's eyeballs moved, "...Prince."

The bishop propped his chin and smiled meaningfully: "Yo? Are you ambitious?"

"..." The man lowered his eyes.

The bishop didn't mind the attitude either.

He conveniently took out a book from the pile of books on the desk and opened the table of contents.

"The fall of the elves is actually a good example, isn't it—darkness will come to this continent sooner or later," the bishop found the chapter he often read, "but someone will defend the light."

"..."

The bishop carefully stared at the small words on the book, "If anyone approaches God, he must be the one with the purest mind. He is worthy of all the honor and power given by God. What he holds in his hand is not a sword, but faith. What he puts in his heart is not God, but power. He loves not only him, but the whole world."

"..."

"Look, someone has already arranged the future." The bishop laughed as he read it.

"..." The man never showed any impatience, which surprised the bishop.

"Oh my old friend, what's the matter with you today? Why are you not in a hurry? Why don't you burn these damned books with your staff?"

The Bishop's tone was smack, as was his expression.

The man in black raised his chin slightly, and the expression on the bishop's face also changed accordingly.

——It looks cowardly and pathetic.

He said hoarsely, "Because you're telling the truth.—Now tell me your answer."

"...Well, you are still as cool as ever." The bishop shrugged, "Didn't you know my answer early on?"

"—I will not refuse anything worth doing."

(End of this chapter)