Quick wear: The host just wants to hug his thighs and show them to pieces

"Quick, quick! The Pope is here and the ceremony is about to begin!"

Several men in red clothes and red hats walked hurriedly on the gravel road filled with red amaryllis gardens.

Cold sweat broke out on their foreheads, and they were anxious. Their red shawls hung messily on their shoulders. They had no time to distract themselves from arranging the shawls. They only wanted to enter the hall quickly and stand in their place. But even so, they still just walked quickly, without any traces of it. No tendency to run.

They stood at the door of the magnificent Baroque temple at the end of the path, quickly packed their clothes, straightened their bodies, and stepped up the stairs.

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In the splendid hall, a faint and elegant fragrance floats out from the incense burner and spreads in the air, drawing people's eyes to the cold and handsome pope with long golden hair standing in the middle and top.

The pope holds a scepter, wears a triple crown with white patterns of the other side of the sea on his head, wears a white long-sleeved waist-length coat, the edges of the coat are decorated with white flowers of the other side of the sea tattooed with gold thread, and a white holy ribbon hangs from his collar. The holy belt is also decorated with white Higan flowers with gold threads, and the two ends hang down from the left and right to the chest.

He was dressed in all white except for a necklace with a red amaryllis pattern hanging on his chest. His long blond hair flowed down like a waterfall, reaching his waist. He was only tied with a piece of white gold-rimmed satin two or three centimeters from the tail.

The Pope's face was cold and holy. He stood under the main hall with his eyes closed, quietly waiting for the absentees to arrive.

Several cardinals lowered their heads, holding on to the bishop's crown that was shaped like a pointed shield and embroidered with red flowers of the other side with gold and silver threads. They quickly and lightly walked into the hall, checked the various bishops in the hall, and carefully walked to the remaining empty ones around the pope. position.

As soon as they stood at a fixed position, the Pope above them opened his eyes. His golden eyes were as cold as ice, isolated from all emotions, as if nothing could be reflected in these cold eyes.

He lowered his head, his blond hair hanging down slightly and falling on his face, looking at the complex formations carved with red liquid on the ground with a compassionate expression.

The pope opened his thin lips and spat out words without warmth: "The ceremony begins."

After finishing his words, he raised his scepter slightly, then dropped it suddenly.

"Boom~"

"Om~"

The formation on the ground seemed to shake for a moment, and then, red light emerged from the line depicting the formation in front of the Pope, and quickly spread along the red line. Within a few breaths, the entire formation emitted a strong light.

All the bishops clasped their hands in front of their chests, closed their eyes and prayed, muttering something in their mouths. Only the Pope still looked at the formation with compassion.

The golden eyes reflect red, breaking the noble sanctity and bringing about the slightest trace of enchantment and evil.

As time went by, the prayer time became longer and longer, and cold sweat broke out on the foreheads of the bishops unconsciously. They still closed their eyes and continued to pray until the Pope announced the end of the ceremony and the success or failure of the call.

The Pope looked indifferent, frowning slightly as he looked at the formation that had not responded for a long time.

He paused, picked up the golden Holy Grail placed on the high platform behind him, and sprinkled the transparent holy water in the cup into the formation.

"Wow!"

However, before the holy water splashed to the ground, ten figures appeared in the formation, perfectly receiving all the holy water.

"..." Song Nan opened his eyes wide, and his black hair was soaked by the cold holy water. The water droplets slid down the broken hair on his forehead, fell on the long eyelashes, gathered into a small drop, and rolled across the dense sky. Her azure eyes dripped down her cheeks and hung on her bright red lips.

He unconsciously put out the tip of his tongue to lick the water droplets from the corner of his mouth, and looked up helplessly at the holy and noble Pope. When he saw the Holy Grail in his hand, he tilted his head blankly, as if asking him why he poured it on him for no reason.

[Ding——Character:? ? ? (Pope) favorability +20, currently: 20]

Song Nan's pupils shrank, and he poked at 484 frantically: '484, what is this?Why does this world have a favorable impression?Isn’t there no target character to capture in the mission? '

{Ahem, Master, this is your specific skill as a brave in this world - check your favorability. }

Song Nan froze, and really didn't know what to say.

This skill is either good or bad.It suits him quite well, but adding the words "brave skills" makes it seem useless...

The Pope came back to his senses, put down the Holy Grail with a natural expression, tilted his head, and looked at the bishop who was praying with his eyes closed: "The summoning ceremony was successful. Take the brave men to change their clothes and briefly describe the situation."

After saying that, he turned and left without leaving a single glance to the wet warriors below.

The red-clothed leader nodded, and when he saw the pope disappear, he immediately looked at the purple-clothed leader: "You heard it, arrange a place for them, and take care of it. The Pope likes holy things."

They glanced at the embarrassed heroes, then turned and left.

The corners of the lips of the purple-clothed leaders twitched, and they couldn't express their sorrow. They couldn't help but look angrily at the ten brave men who were undressing and looking dissatisfied. However, when they saw Song Nan's blue eyes and delicate face, they inexplicably restrained their tone: "You guys When you walk out of the temple, a monk will take you to the exclusive residence of the brave."

With a simple order, they quickly left, as if they, the outsiders who had been forcibly summoned, were some sort of cancer.

Song Nan pursed her lower lip and turned to look at the nine people behind her.

They all looked serious, checking whether their belongings were complete, then checking their information panels, and finally observing the people and things around them.

It seems that they are all players. With him, there are ten people in total, seven men and three women. It is a pity that although Yu Yuze entered the dungeon at the same time as him, he did not appear in this dungeon. However, among these "brave", there is one It's his acquaintance, Zhang Xia.

He was still holding the puppet, lowering his head and staring blankly at the puppet. Then he noticed his gaze, raised his head and looked at him, without saying anything or getting closer. After just one glance, he lowered his head and played with the puppet again. There was no acquaintance at all. The feeling of sympathy.

Song Nan's steps stopped and he followed the players' steps and walked out of the temple.

As soon as they walked out of the temple, ten monks in black robes stepped forward, one for each brave man, and led them through the garden full of red Lycoris to the Baroque manor not far away standing among the red Lycoris bushes.

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Song Nan put on a white stand-up collar shirt, buttoned the ruffled sleeves, took the blue satin from the monk, paused, and looked at him doubtfully: "Don't the Pope like holiness? Shouldn't holiness be white?"

The monk was stunned for a moment, then unconsciously softened his voice and smiled slightly: "The Pope personally selected this for you."

Song Nan's fingertips trembled. This answer was something he had never expected. Then he remembered something, his cheeks turned red, and he looked away in embarrassment, saying softly: "I don't know how to tie this... you, you Can you..."

When the monk heard this, his face turned red. He tremblingly took the silk and satin, walked around to him, carefully wrapped the silk and satin under his collar, and tied it with a beautiful bow.

Song Nan slowly breathed a sigh of relief and showed him a bright smile: "Thank you. Without you, I really don't know what I would do."

The monk's face turned red, and the blush spread quickly, covering his earlobes, and then crawled down his neck and into his neat collar: "No, no! I am a monk, and I should serve the brave man!"

Song Nan chuckled lightly, raised his hand, and rubbed the head of the monk who looked to be only thirteen or fourteen years old. He felt a lot more comfortable. After all, it was not easy to meet an NPC with the same height as him among a bunch of 180+ men. , it is inevitable to feel some sympathy for each other, and the eyes when looking at the monks are unconsciously "kinder".

"Young, so good~"

The monk was at a loss, and allowed him to ruffle his hair, and responded in a low voice: "Master Brave, does he look about the same age as me?"

Song Nan's fingertips stopped moving, his cheeks turned red, he retracted his hand and coughed lightly: "Ahem, it's true."

The monk nodded, the redness on his cute face faded, his eyes were shining, and his face was full of admiration: "The brave man is so awesome! He became a brave man at such a young age."

Song Nan raised his head in praise of him and narrowed his eyes in pleasure. If he had furry cat ears on his head, they would have been so flapping that they were about to fly.

The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, his blue eyes were bright, and he patted the monk on the shoulder in an old-fashioned manner: "Let's go, aren't we going to see the Pope?"