This villain's style is crooked

The two men smoked and continued to chat:

"I heard that the old drunkard died of a heart attack, but I remember he was always in good health."

"Could it be that he was punished for talking about the Dark God behind his back yesterday?"

"Hush—how dare you mention that person's name directly? Go, go, go."

The men stopped chatting and left in fear.

The knights waiting nearby fearlessly began to talk about the rumors about the Dark God.

Slowly, the topic became how to get rid of the Dark God.

After all, this is the dream of every bright magician.

César couldn't help looking at Lu Cha: "Miss An, do you also want to kill the God of Darkness?"

"Unkillable."

It was rare for Lu Cha not to tease him: "Light and darkness are meant to coexist."

"Light breeds darkness, and out of darkness comes light."

"It's like when you stretch out your hand now, the palm will be illuminated by the street lamp, but the back of the hand will be in shadow."

"But turn the hand over, and the relationship between the two will be reversed."

"Light and darkness complement each other, how to kill one of them?"

"The so-called light and darkness are all about you. What direction are you looking at?"

César was startled, and murmured and repeated Lucha's last words.

Is it the direction you are looking?

He raised his eyes slightly.

The gorgeous sunset glow complements the lights of the town.

The girl standing against the light, holding a snack box, is enjoying a piece of cookie.

The soft side face is shrouded in a warm halo.

The scattered strands of hair fluttered gently with the wind, like ripples on the surface of a lake, rippling with sparkling streamers.

César stared at this beautiful scene obsessively.

He wanted to pull Miss An into the darkness, but he was reluctant to stain her white skirt.

But the game has already started, how can it stop?

At this time, Lucha stretched out his hand, and as usual, fed the incomplete and broken cookies to César.

César habitually ate it.

Lu Cha rubbed his head perfunctorily as a compliment.

The man didn't resist at all, and even leaned over slightly to let her rub it more conveniently.

The corners of Lucha's lips curled up, eating a whole cookie.

The little villain has become much better.

-

Due to Curran's reduced break time, the team returned to the Empire in the afternoon of the third day.

Argus didn't bother looking for Lucha anymore. After Curran left, he hurried to the south area to deal with the servants in the castle.

In case the king sends someone to investigate at that time, and learn the truth about the powder he gave to César.

As for the final candidate for the saint, it will not be determined until the people at the Temple of Light have discussed it, so Lu Cha and the others returned to the residence of the church first.

The next day, early in the morning.

All the candidates for the election of the saintess have been notified—go to the temple to receive the results.

Lu Cha got into the carriage sleepily.

When she was awakened by César again, she had already arrived at the Temple of Light.

Different from the churches in the fringes, the temple is located in the center of the empire, and all the buildings are dominated by gold and white.

The crowd entered under the leadership of the temple believers.

Only then did I realize that the floor was paved with gold bricks, and the relief stone pillars as far as the eye could see were also inlaid with expensive gemstones, showing extravagance.

Because servants are not eligible to enter the main hall, César and other maids of noble ladies stayed outside and waited.

In the main hall nearly [-] meters high.

The octagonal dome is surrounded by intricate and gorgeous murals.

Below the murals, there are huge stained glass windows.

Sunlight shines in through the windows, slowly casting colorful halos in the air.

Beautiful and dreamy, people can't help but feel admiration.

And the man sitting on the high seat, about forty years old, with a serious face, wearing a gold silk white robe, is the Pope of the temple.

"Welcome to the temple."

Lu Cha and the noble ladies bowed their knees and saluted.

"Which one is Miss An Lucha?"

Lu Cha took a step forward, nodded slightly: "An Lucha has met the Pope."

Seeing the girl's black hair and black eyes, the Pope was not surprised.

He had already learned everything about deer tea from Prince Ke Lun, but deep in his eyes, there was still a hint of disgust.

"Congratulations, you have passed the test of the saint and become No.1."

As soon as these words came out, the luck in the hearts of other noble ladies was completely gone.

They thought that the temple would not recognize Lu Cha's achievements because of her appearance.

The Pope said in a deep voice: "However, Ferry Narisa's grades are also very good, and she also has a medium affinity for the light element."

"After discussion in the temple, it was decided to choose you as the servant of the gods, are you willing?"

The servant of God is the follower of the God of Light, and his status is second only to the saint.

Except for the different names, the saintess and the servant of the gods both serve the God of Light.

;Na Lisha nodded happily: "I am willing."

She can continue to be with Chacha!Gale novel

"Your inauguration ceremony will be held together the day after tomorrow."

The pope waved his hand and called a believer: "Take the future saint and servant of God to rest."

Lucha followed the believers out of the temple.

But when Narisa was about to leave, the Pope stopped her and pushed everyone away.

The Pope stepped down from the high platform and said with deep meaning:

"Actually, before the ceremony is held, if An Lucha dies accidentally, the No.2 in the assessment will be the saint."

"A servant of the gods and a saint have similar positions, but the treatment they enjoy is vastly different."

"Don't you want to fight for it?"

Narissa was intelligent, so she could naturally hear what the Pope said, both inside and outside. He was urging her to kill Chacha and take his place.

She couldn't figure out the reason: "Why do you want to do this?"

The Pope smiled: "As a nobleman, don't you understand what black hair and black eyes represent?"

"Compared to high-level affinity, the temple wants a nobleman to be a saint, not an ominous person who will cause doubts."

"There is still more than a day before the ceremony. You can think about whether you want to bring the highest glory to your family."

The Pope specifically mentioned Narissa's father:

"Duke Ferry donated a lot of money to the temple a few days ago, so I will naturally stand by your side."

"Go to rest, figure it out, and come to me again."

Narissa left silently, her hands clenched the hem of her skirt.

This is not the same as the Temple of Light she imagined.

-

And the other side.

The believers took the deer tea outside the palace belonging to the saint and left.

Lucha opened the door and went in, and saw a plaster statue of the God of Light placed in the yard.

It is different from the statues I have seen before.

This statue is only two meters high, exuding a rich and pure light element, with clear facial features, and looking down compassionately.

Just because the God of Light sleeps in it.

Originally, the statue was placed in the main hall, but a few years ago, the new pope redecorated the temple, so people moved the statue here.

A huge statue of the God of Light was specially made of gold and placed in the square in the center of the temple.

The name is that he doesn't want the real God of Light to be disturbed, but the Pope actually wants to make more money.

How can a plaster god statue that has not moved for a hundred years compare to a shining one made of pure gold?

If it weren't for the need to rely on the name of the God of Light to trick the nobles and the royal family into paying, the Pope would have thrown away the statue long ago.

Lucha looked sarcastic, and suddenly smelled a fragrance.