I Kill The Protagonist

Chapter 44 The Golden Feather Lion Recognizes the Lord

“Chong Chong Chong!”

“Picapi!”

“Ho ho ho ho!”

Grace Emma took the lead and ran in the streets of her residence on the sacred mountain.

Pikapi followed closely, landing on all fours, and leaping forward incessantly.

The little golden feather lion pouted and licked its wings, but it was limp and weak, and followed it by jumping and falling.

One person and two pets rushed to and fro, and it was very lively.

Marguerite sat quietly in the chair, watching Grace and the familiars making a fuss, feeling very happy.

Some people say that the years are quiet, but Marguerite didn’t know what it meant in the past.

At this moment, sitting quietly and watching Grace and the familiars make a fuss, Marguerite suddenly understood the meaning of this sentence.

This is the quiet good years.

Serene, peaceful and natural.

“Why are you here? Where’s Grace?”

Romney changed his clothes and walked out of the room.

It happened to see Marguerite smiling in the sun. It was very beautiful, but he still broke the holiness with a question.

“His Royal Highness Romney.”

“Grace went with her demon pet. It is said that she went to parkour.”

Marguerite was surprised by the sound of Romney’s questioning, and did not panic, stood up with a degree of demeanor, and then bowed and said back.

It was okay at first, but when it came to an unfamiliar term, he squatted slightly.

“Well, parkour is gone.”

“Then I’ll go to the godfather’s, and you will eat better at noon.”

Romney didn’t care about this bump, but was a little surprised that Marguerite knew what parkour.

He never thought that Marguerite was already closely related to Grace, and he thought it was someone in this Vatican who knew the word parkour.

“Yes.”

Marguerite was very courteous, and her identity was very upright, completely like a maid.

“Um.”

“Oh, yes, you don’t need to bow like this in the future.”

“Grace also said that we didn’t treat you as a maid. If you want to continue to follow, just treat yourself as our partner!”

Romney took two steps first, suddenly remembered something, turned around, and talked in the morning light.

“Yes!”

Marguerite looked up at Romney. Under the sun, Romney had extraordinary charm at this time.

That is light, that is holy, that is… No one has ever taken own equality seriously.

“Um.”

Romney turned and left this time without staying any longer.

What he didn’t know was that after Romney left, Marguerite murmured two words in a daze.

Romney walked out of the residential area, and after walking for more than ten minutes, he came to the Sacred Hall, which is located at the top of the mountain in front of the sacred mountain.

At this time, the Sacred Hall was already crowded again.

The pilgrims who climbed the mountain at night, and those who arrived in the morning, all waited in line, just to meet the Pope, pray and bless once in the Sacred Hall.

Romney does not need to line up.

This is the prerogative of the Son.

So he walked straight into the hall of Sacred and came to the Pope.

“Romney, you are here!”

The pope just ended a prayer, and after shaking off the pilgrims, he spoke to Romney in a gentle voice.

“Yes, godfather, here I am.”

Romney nodded and saluted, he had seen him.

“Sleep well?”

The Pope looked at Romney’s vigorous look, without the appearance of being drunk last night.

“Slept well.”

Romney didn’t know that the Pope was reminiscing last night, but just responded.

“Ah That’s good.”

“By the way, I heard that you went out last night and brought back a little lion with wings, didn’t you?”

The pope hummed for a moment, then suddenly remembered something, and asked again.

“Yes, I’m also very strange. I wanted to let go, but Grace advised me to raise it first.”

Romney didn’t hide it, after all, it was not a big deal.

“Yes, Grace was right to persuade you.”

“I didn’t realize her vision was so good.”

“If you didn’t guess wrong, you must have gone to a pool last night and saw a woman who is as wonderful as a goddess, right?”

The pope was surprised by Grace’s eyes, and then began to talk about a certain legend.

“Godfather knows?”

“Yes, I do seem to have met a beautiful woman in the dimness.”

“But soon I passed out, and I don’t know what happened later.”

Romney didn’t expect the Pope to even know this, and was surprised that he didn’t even think about how the Pope knew. It was Marguerite, or the nuns at any time told the Pope.

Therefore, he didn’t conceal it, and directly told the scene he met last night when he was half-dreaming and half-awake.

But he didn’t tell that the woman was taking a bath. After saying this, he couldn’t explain it clearly.

“Well, that’s right.”

“You should have broken into the secret realm of the magic joy pool where the Sacred Golden Feather Lion lives.”

“That is the only connected area that overlaps with the holy mountain in the secret realm she lives in.”

“It is said that every time the Devil’s Pool appears, the Holy See’s beast, Sacred Golden Feather Lion, will personally give his beloved daughter as a contract demon after recognizing the chosen one who broke into the secret realm.”

“The little lion that I want to come to you is the daughter of Sacred Golden Feather Lion.”

“Moreover, you should have signed a contract with it now, but you haven’t noticed it yourself.”

The pope recalled the story of the past, slowly telling Romney the secrets hidden on the holy mountain.

“Huh? Godfather, isn’t this Sacred Golden Feather Lion always in the Holy Mountain?”

“How come you have to go to some secret realm in the magic joy pool to meet?”

“I drank his urine sober last night…”

When Romney heard the story told by the Pope, he didn’t grasp the key point of Sacred’s Golden Feather Lion’s daughter. Instead, he was surprised at the magic pool, secret realm and the like.

He was puzzled, and he kept thinking, wouldn’t I drink fake urine?

Uh, what kind of urine is that?

…

“Sacred Golden Feather Lion’s urine?”

“sober up?”

“Oh, what you are talking about is Jinzhihua, boiled mountain stream stone, and the holy mountain sober soup made from broken bark crown grass!”

“That’s not the urine of Sacred Golden Feather Lion, it’s just that someone jokingly calls this sober soup.”

The pope was first surprised that Romney could drink urine, and then he woke up, he must have been drinking authentic sober soup.

It’s just that the person who brought the soup may be confused, and the nickname and name are mixed together.

“Ah, this way, it’s okay.”

“But the godson still smelled a smell of urine, what’s the matter?”

“Then, you might really have drank urine.”

“what?!”

“Hahaha, kidding.”

“Don’t worry about that much. Let’s have breakfast with the godfather.”

“Okay! I happen to be hungry too.”

“Hungry? I remember that the nun would deliver breakfast to the guest house in the morning. Didn’t you have it? Didn’t you eat it at all?”

“Ah, that, I just missed it.”

“Well, that’s good, the godfather is afraid that you will be too full.”

“Too full?”

“Yes, the breakfast provided by the most distinguished guesthouses is based on the table. It should be enough for twelve people.”

“Twelve people are full?! Are they so capable of eating?”

“Who can eat?”

“Oh, no, I was amazed that I actually need a breakfast table to feed the distinguished guests.”

“Hahaha, it’s not about feeding, it’s about eating well. Those who go to and from the holy mountain are high-ranking officials. As the lord, we naturally have to entertain everyone.”

“Guru…Guru…”

“Hahaha! It seems that Romney, you are really hungry, and your stomach is crying. Come on, have a breakfast!”