The protagonist always says he loves me

Looking down from the window sill, the densely packed congregation dressed in all black robes, like ants pounced upon smelling the aroma of cake, risking their lives and forgetting death, the endless stream.Cardinal Sanming stood in the front of the crowd, like a strange species of ants, big and red, very conspicuous.

Augustus just took a step towards the crowd, and Chen Ci's forehead was pressed heavily against the window.

He couldn't hear what the people in the garden were saying, he could only see that they moved their hands without saying a few words.The white holy light and the black energy on Augustus collided endlessly, melting and devouring each other, making loud noises every time.The glass on the windowsill was trembling because of this confrontation, and the previously bustling garden instantly became a mess.

Chen Ci looked a little heartbroken.Although they were all the flowers that Augustus planted for the little priest, he would be very happy if he could see the back of the other party caring for the flowers and plants from the window sill every morning when he woke up every morning.

"Augustus!"

The eldest cardinal shouted, his gray beard raised in the turbulent air current.At the same time, the other two cardinals seemed to have received some kind of instruction, and quickly approached him as the center.

A faint flame flickered in the sleeves of the bishop, and countless congregants prostrated themselves on the ground, humbly touching the soil with their foreheads to show their piety and respect.

The moment Chen Ci saw the shimmering light, he also had the urge to kneel down on the ground.That seems to be a secret call from the deepest part of the soul, and it is the gospel that has passed through countless clouds and spread directly from the highest point of the sky...

trust me.

Love me.

Listen to me.

Chen Ci covered his ears, fighting fiercely with that humble and cowardly thought.Why should he believe in a god who tortured his lover? !

The congregation already showed obsessive expressions, staring straight at the golden cup held in the bishop's hand, and chanting frantically——

"Bright! Bright!"

The flame of light that can burn all darkness and bring hope and strength to believers in the world is burning in the palm of the cardinal.But all the black air that was close to the cluster of fire rolled and thinned amidst the sizzling sound, and finally disappeared.

The congregation who saw this scene became more and more excited.Countless hands stretched high to the sky, and the black robe slipped down the arms. Those bare arms with different skin colors were like bushes, with branches growing towards the light in a disorderly manner.

The three cardinals also knelt on the ground respectfully.One of them held up the bright flame in his hand, facing the bright sun like a torch, his lips twitched, and he uttered a long series of complicated and difficult mantras.The flame, which was originally only the size of a soybean, suddenly jumped up a few inches, as if absorbing the light of the sun, and it was so dazzling that people dare not look directly at it.

"Ah...God..."

The congregation prayed in low voices, asking the omnipotent and merciful god to forgive their sins and grant them blessings and redemption.

Amidst the continuous prayers, Augustus' sneer was particularly piercing.

He and the congregation wore the same black robe, but they were like two rivers originating from the same plateau, following the trend of their respective riverbeds, galloping away in completely different directions, always taking different paths.

The black energy on his body was no longer as strong as before, and his expression was still as cold as before.He glanced condescendingly at the congregation who regarded him as an ant, and said mockingly, "It's ridiculous that something that I can't even do is entrusted to an illusory god."

Augustus rubbed his fingers together and made a motion to extinguish the candle.The color of the bottom of the marigold began to become dull, and mottled rust marks appeared on the metal surface that would not have been rusted.The flame in the bishop's hand wavered from side to side, but it never went out.

The cardinal glanced back at the congregation, and shouted to a corner, "Bergson!"

The fourth cardinal who hadn't shown up for a long time finally walked into the arena slowly.Bergson neither knelt down like the three bishops, nor stood upright like Augustus.He staggered towards the crowd, raised his glass to the empty space like a drunk, and shouted, "Cheers!"

A holy white flame ignited from his hands, merged with the three bishops, and then all gathered in the golden cup.

These powers born of faith seemed to be the fuel for the fire of light. When the white light on everyone was burned out little by little, the flames suddenly blazed bright.

"Burn him!"

"Burn him!"

I don't know who made such a call, and it quickly spread across the crowd like an infectious disease.People grimaced, bared their teeth, and glared at the only person in the field who didn't believe in them.

Augustus raised his hands to cover his eyes, unmoved.

The receding black air and increasingly pale face showed his current situation.

"Oops……"

Seeing this scene, Chen Ci couldn't help but let out a low voice.He was almost stuck against the window, and the hot air from the tip of his nose condensed into mist on the glass, making the scene in the garden somewhat blurred.

The congregation who shouted "burn him" passionately, the bright fire used to execute heretics... Similar scenes have appeared twice in Augustus' life.

For the first time, he lost his dependent mother.

For the second time, he lost the lover he knew and stayed with.

Chen Ci was afraid that Augustus would lose his mind under such stimulation.He hastily wiped the fog off the glass with his palm, staring nervously at each other.

Augustus thought of a noon long ago.When he was young, he was pushed and shoved by the crowd to the square in front of the church.The statue of the God of Light is high above, looking at all living beings under his feet with pity and indifference.Since he was a child, he didn't have any affection for such a hypocritical god, and he saw his mother tied up at the foot of the statue at the beginning.

A few strong palms pressed against his back, preventing him from retreating.His feet trembled uncontrollably, but he could only watch the woman who was far less pale and haggard in his impression hang her head in the endless trial.

The sun bathed in her white hair, and all the pretense was stripped away, leaving only cruelty.

Those hands that once touched his forehead and patted his back in the sleepless night, the lips that sang old songs and kissed his forehead affectionately, those who stared at him for a long time, full of The most tender eyes a mother can give...

All gone.

Burned to ashes in the bright firelight.In the next second, even the ashes were vaporized into air.

Let a good woman lose her son, and a child lose her mother, this is the so-called judgment of God.

"I have to find a way... a way..." Chen Ci kept patting his forehead anxiously.Red marks appeared on his forehead soon, but he still didn't know which direction to crawl was the right way, like a lost ant on a hot pot.

The four cardinals sang together, and the hymn of light resounded throughout the city.Some devout believers even claimed that they saw the God of Light descending from the sky, and the soft holy light covered the paradise of all believers in God.Before such a light, all darkness must be destroyed and all demons go back to the hell where they belong!

The figure of Augustus was gradually engulfed by the holy light.

The same scene suddenly popped up in Chen Ci's mind.The lover who was judged, the powerless self, nothing seemed to have changed except the time and place.

He stood on the windowsill, as if standing in the cathedral that has now become ruins.

The bishop's solemn face was facing him, and the bright fire in the palm of the idol was alive and well.

His god doesn't recognize his love, so all he can do is... hug the lover around him tightly.

"Narcissus, can you repent?"

"Do not."

Memories flooded into my mind like a flood, Chen Ci covered his head and groaned softly.

"Are you laughing at me?"

The boy lying on the fence has a pair of extremely gentle eyes. When he is looking at him sincerely, he is more happy than listening to the bishop's sermon.

In the cold basement of the church, the big iron door made a creepy creaking sound.Usually, after nightfall, there were deer-like footsteps on the secret passage where no one would pass by.This is a dark night that even the omniscient God of Light has no time to worry about. Two strange hearts are so close, as if the slightest trembling can be transmitted between each other, cuddling each other, and keeping warm together.

"Honey……"

After struggling, hesitation, joy, and loss, who is whispering softly in the ear again and again.Such a beautiful moonlit night, the curtain as thin as gauze, the face of the lover that will not fade.

"I love you dearly."

"I really...don't want to forget."

When he was about to be overwhelmed by these sometimes sweet and sometimes painful memories, he felt a shivering chill.Chen Ci looked in that direction, and saw Bergson's lips moving slightly, chanting a mantra like everyone else, but looking up at the window sill of the church.

He saw him.Chen Ci was startled, and then mustered up the courage to look back.

The corner of Bergson's mouth curled into a sneer, as if he was waiting to meet Chen Ci's eyes at this moment.He put the edge of his palm against his neck and wiped it lightly.

A voice overwhelmed all the previous small sounds and exploded in his heart.

"Nothing is impossible to deal with the devil."

Yes!As long as you pay enough, you can get an equal return from the devil.Bergson can even become a cardinal of the Holy See, can't he save Augustus?

He needs spells to trade with demons.

Chen Ci suddenly calmed down. He is not from this world, and he has no chance to come into contact with those supernatural secrets, but he has something that they absolutely do not have.

"System, come out."

The system with all notifications turned off said coldly, "When you need someone, call her Xiao Tiantian..."

"Shut up." Chen Ci went straight to the point, "Give me the spell to summon demons in this world."

The system hummed, "No."

"impossible."

"I can't give it to you." The system's voice froze, and then the tone became mechanical, "The host's mental health value has fallen below the pass, please accept professional consultation and treatment as soon as possible..."

Chen Ci knew that he was sick, but he didn't want to be treated.Love is sudden and inescapable, like a plague.Because of this, he has arrhythmia in his heartbeat, worries about gains and losses, and sometimes becomes not like himself.

He didn't know if it was because of this mental state that he gradually lost control over this body, and that's why he was forced to accept so many memories that didn't belong to him.Now that the memory of the little priest has surged up from the bottom of the sleeping water, will the little priest's soul also come back?

If it were him...

If it was him, he must know what to do at this time.

"Remind the host! Remind the host! The idea of ​​committing suicide is very dangerous, please accept psychological counseling immediately!"

Chen Ci said, "You said that I can't leave this world until I complete the task."

"If my body ceases to exist, where will my soul go?"

"Trapped in some invisible cage, or floating aimlessly through the world?"

system:"……"

"If I want to be imprisoned somewhere, can I choose to be in the sarcophagus that I just woke up..."

"You think too much." The system said coldly, "If everyone was like you, I would have lost my job a long time ago."

The system was silent for a while, as if a channel had been cut, and a clear and bright boyish voice replaced the previous electronic voice.It took a few breaths, and then said non-stop, "For the sake of performance appraisal, I will open a back door for you while the black-faced supervisor is not here, but you must not tell others, did you hear me?! The one who summoned the devil The incantation is caught in..."

A messy electric current sounded.Chen Ci vaguely heard the other party shout, "It's dead, it's dead, it's dead."

"The system will serve you wholeheartedly, please press 1 to view the plot introduction, and press 2 for manual consultation..."

Chen Ci stood silently for a while, then walked slowly to the bookcase.The system said that the spell to summon the demon was "stuck" in a certain place. If that place was beyond his reach in a short period of time, the system didn't need to mention it at all. Since it said so, it was within his reach.

Which one is it?

Chen Ci looked up at a cabinet of books, his gaze wandered, and finally stopped on the familiar book cover.

"Why did you fall asleep on your stomach again, get up."

In the memory that gradually became clearer, Augustus once again lifted him who was sleeping peacefully with his hands around the book, pointed at the small hole that was pressed out on the book cover, and teased him.

This is his favorite book, right?Thick enough and soft enough to be a pillow.

Chen Ci shook his head, threw out his memories and thoughts that should not belong to him, opened the pages of "Encyclopedia of Theology" with one hand, and searched quickly.

Where will the incantations be in a book with thousands of pages?

boom.

The ground began to tremble, as if a sleeping power was awakened from the ground.

"The light of God bathes the whole sea, and there is no place for darkness and evil to hide."

"In the name of the God of Light—"

Chen Ci didn't even tremble with his fingertips, he flipped through the books calmly and efficiently like a machine. 100 pages, 200 pages, 300 pages...

"In the name of the God of Light—" the bishop's voice dragged on for a long time, and he waited until the congregation's shouting response slowly subsided before continuing, "Sentence the heathen Augustus to the stake!"

Chen Ci raised his head abruptly, with trembling fingers, he picked up a piece of paper as thin as a cicada's wing from the book.

After the little priest learned that Augustus had been arrested, he found an ancient incantation from the vast sea of ​​books.He never liked to read these difficult books, and he would get dizzy and fall into a deep sleep even after glancing at them a few times. At that time, he could light a candle and squat in the church library day after day, among dust and bookworms. .

Chen Ci picked up the piece of paper, and the incantations written in ink faded a little, and each character could only be seen clearly under the sunlight.

He learned the ancient language of the incantations without a teacher, and a long list of summoning spells flowed from his mouth.

The pattern of the dark teleportation array emerged on the floor, and a voice with three points of surprise sounded in the array.

"Who disturbed my sleep...you again?"

Chen Ci looked directly at the figure in the formation that was emitting black air like a Coke that had been opened after violent shaking, and said calmly, "It's me. I want to make a deal with you."

The voice was lazy, as if stretching out a paw to scratch his itchy back, "What are you going to trade this time?"

"I want to save him." Chen Ci pointed directly at the great holy light outside the window.

"Oh, it's him again."

"..." Chen Ci knew that the devil must have mistaken himself for the little priest, but he was not in the mood to worry about it. "Can you save him?"

"Four cardinals... oh no, my God. Look what I found? Three cardinals, and a demon in a bishop's coat..."

Chen Ci interrupted his excited voice, "Yes or no."

"It's a bit tricky... let's talk about what you can exchange for it first."

"I heard that you abide by the principle of equivalent exchange." Chen Ci said, "You can take anything you want from me."

"What the devil wants most is human life..."

"can."

The voice fell silent for a moment, then sneered, "Oh no. Life... how do you think you have something like that?"

Chen Ci looked at it puzzled.

The cloud of black air rolled up, blowing up the thin paper with the incantation written on it, turning it over.The reverse side is full of gorgeous words.The border is the pattern of hellfire, and the lower right corner is covered with demon wax and a signature.

"Have you forgotten this contract? Your life has already been traded to me."

Chen Ci was in a daze for a while, and said firmly, "No, that's not me."

"Huh?" The demon flapped the contract document back and forth in the air, as if mocking silently.

Chen Ci said, "The person who traded with you 3000 years ago was Narcissus, and I—"

The contract was blown to his eyes by the air current.

The devil's wax paint is like a mass of coagulated blood, and it still exudes an unbearable stench after thousands of years.Under the wax paint, in the corner of another contractor's signature, there are two words written impressively.

Chen Ci.