Quickly wear it as your sister's body

Su Huaijin was very careful to live in a shallow place for a few days, until he found that Silvis was not willing (?) to do anything to him, so he began to brazenly take pride in his beauty, bah, and favor.

"Can you stop following me?" He reluctantly put down the quill in his hand and looked at the blond god on the other side of the office. Wouldn't it be better for his external image to directly become 'solitary'?"

Silves sat leisurely on his reception sofa, reading a book while enjoying the afternoon tea that belonged to the Pope, as if he had never heard of the owner's protest.

Su Huaijin glared at him breathlessly, and fiercely drew Adrian's signature on the parchment.

Eat, eat, eat, forget it!

Thinking of overhearing the cooks discussing worryingly today, "Why does His Majesty eat so much recently, is he sick?", he felt powerless for a while.

"I said," Su Huaijin thought for a while and decided to adopt a devious tactic, "Even if you want to stay here, why do you have to be so secretive? Anyway, no one knows what you really look like. Let me find you an identity." , Is it not enough for you to stay in the temple openly?"

Silvester finally turned his gaze to him, but showed a strange expression: "This is my temple, everything inside belongs to me, why do I need to use a false identity here?"

"..." Su Huaijin seemed to hear the quill pen being snapped off.

—now he knew where Adrian's irritating power as a respected pope came from, it was simply a wrong top and a low bottom.

He moved his wrist, stood up and decided to go for a walk.

"Where are you going?" Silvis put down the book with a particularly good temper, "I'll go with you."

Su Huaijin really wanted to say that I'm going to join the Dark God, will you go with me?But after considering the lower limit of this god, I think it is better not to take this risk.

He still has to continue to complete the mission as the pope, and it would be bad if he was really dragged to the other side of the dark border.

"I'm going to pray," he said angrily, "I'll give you an extra meal at noon, do you want the main flavor of classical literature or the modern abstract flavor?"

"Well, how about a sweet talk like a love letter?" This shameless god actually touched his chin and began to order, "Remember to be pious, imagine that I am your father, your creator...or you lover, this status seems to be more worth enjoying than the first two?"

"...You can only hear the scriptures of light recited silently today, Father God."

The servants and resident cardinals in the temple found that their Pope seems to be in a bad mood recently—but considering that the cardinals sent abroad frequently sent crying documents after returning to the diocese, he said This impatience does not seem difficult to understand.

But there is one more thing that is very strange - it is well known that His Majesty has always had a very perfunctory attitude towards food, and it is common for him to fast and cleanse himself when he is in a bad mood. Why is it that recently...

"You know, His Majesty consumed a week's worth of snacks today," Sister Mary, the chief cook of the temple, said to Dean Wilder worriedly, "We are really worried about something wrong with his body, such... violent Overeating?"

"It's okay," Paul could only comfort her, "He is the most powerful Dharma Saint-level light mage on the mainland, even if he wants to eat a Wia mammoth in one meal, he still has the ability to keep his stomach from having problems. "

Having said that, as an elder who is used to worrying about bear children, he is still very concerned about what happened to Adrian.

Even the light magic, which is famous for its light and healing, is not without danger when practiced...

It's just that it's also hard for him to think that if Adrian encounters some unsolvable problems in cultivation, who else can help him now.

"What? Oh, I'm fine," the concerned Pope raised his eyebrows, "It's just that... the pastries in the kitchen are pretty good recently."

Paul didn't believe a word of this statement. This was the child he watched growing up: "Which kind of pastry is that to your taste? You might as well explain it carefully, Sister Mary has always wanted to know your opinion of her craft Comment."

Su Huaijin stared at the gray-haired old man, who looked calm, but couldn't find a single flaw in his etiquette: "Uh, which one?"

"Yes, which one." Paul looked at the child secretly racking his brains with a funny face, and began to look around calmly.

In fact, recently the Pope has no preference for any kind of taste at all. All the pastries delivered to the office and the lounge have disappeared, and he often rings the bell to ask for extra meals. If those pastries are really eaten by himself, he It's impossible to have that kind of response to the question.

So, is this Xeon of the Light Department secretly raising some magical creature in the office—just like when he and Yilya secretly fed a cat in the dormitory when he was a child, or...he has always been so boring In the personal life that these old guys can't bear to look at... who else is there?

His eyes glanced at the extra novel on knight-errants on the armrest of the guest sofa, and he couldn't help but smile until the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes piled up together.

Su Huaijin was desperately trying to recall what it would be like to be eaten by Silvis for a while, and when he noticed that the old man on the opposite side was picking up the book "Magic, Sword and Light" with great interest, he thought It was too late to stop.

"..." No, listen to me and explain that I'm not that kind of person!

"...When I have nothing to do recently, I casually flipped through it. It's quite interesting."

The so-called duty of a subordinate is to take the blame for the boss...he understands.

"Do you think it's interesting to have a Pope who secretly surrendered to the God of Darkness and molested the Holy Maiden, and was finally killed by a righteous 'magic and martial artist'?" Paul managed to hold back his almost eruptive laugh... The God of Light is here God knows how long he hasn't seen Adrian showing an embarrassed expression since the other party became an adult.

The Pope looks at his teacher, the Cardinal looks back at his Pope.

Su Huaijin's face gradually turned red.

"What kind of person is she?" Paul observed the Pope's face, shrugged and changed his words, "I mean, or him?"

Petty, arrogant, vulgar, pleasure-seeking, unmannered...

"I heard you, Eddie baby~"

"... powerful and worthy of respect," His Majesty the Pope looked as if he saw a ton of slugs hanging on the steeple cross of the Holy See Church. "Sorry, Paul, I have a special guest who doesn't want to show up."

The Cardinal sighed: "Anyway, poor Yilya... my lord, if you have made a decision, you might as well let that child come back earlier."

"..." Things are not as you imagined!

"I have my own arrangements." The Pope who was wronged became angry and raised his face, and picked up the paperwork beside him, "Master Dean, instead of worrying about how many plates of pastries I ate, I should think about how to reply to those who seem to be so miserable. The cardinals who will be on the streets tomorrow... After all, if they are really driven to the streets to beg, it may have a blow to the prestige of our Temple of Light."

"..." So which wayward guy did this, huh?

"Let them stop doing those crooked ways, and then deal with this matter themselves."

"We..." Paul couldn't help asking, "Don't we provide any support?"

"I don't believe that they haven't been used to this extent," the Pope lazily turned the pen in his hand. "If this is the case, it can only mean that the College of Cardinals needs to be replaced, Your Excellency."

"..."

"The Holy See should have rectified a long time ago." Su Huaijin straightened up, tapped her fingers on the table, and pointed to the novel that was still held by the other party, "Although it is just a boring fantasy, from the perspective of credibility, It’s pretty self-explanatory.”

"Ellen III, he..."

"My adoptive father is a good man," Su Huaijin said deeply about this powerful old man, blue eyes meeting brown ones, "but you have to admit that during his reign, the number of armed violence against the Holy See rose across the continent This kind of blasphemous work has been banned repeatedly, even the power of faith received from God Silvis..."

He stopped suddenly, looking a little annoyed.

Paul was deeply shocked. He stared at his students dumbfounded, and seemed to have lost his language function for a moment.

"You, you really..." After a long silence, he stammered, his voice so dry that it was almost a whisper, "You really, can be with Father God, and..."

"Okay," the young pope shook his head, "I just remembered that question, these days I asked the kitchen to prepare more rose cakes."

"...Yes, Your Majesty."

The Cardinal, whose brain was completely shut down, exited the room full of shock and reverence. Although the Pope did not answer directly, the facts have been made very clear.

Their pope... actually really has the ability to communicate with the gods.

Oh my god... Poor Mary, if she knew that all the rose cakes she made went into the belly of God the Father, she would definitely pass out from excitement, right?

There was silence in the Pope's office for a while, and a chuckle suddenly sounded in the air for no reason.

"You cunning little thing," Silver's golden figure emerged from nothingness, sitting on Su Huaijin's office desk, crossing his legs leisurely, "You still know how to take advantage of me... Has something happened to your power of faith, why don’t I know?”

"Did I say that there is something wrong with your power of faith?" Su Huaijin shrugged innocently at him, "I only said half of what I said, as for how to understand the rest, it all depends on the obedient The power of the human brain."

"Tsk." Sylvester put the tip of his tongue on the roof of his mouth and let out a meaningless exclamation. With some distaste, he picked up the copy of "The Saint of Magic, Sword and Saint of Light" that Paul touched just now, turned it over and twisted it. Turned into dust, "Is the back of this book so disgusting? What kind of things are collected in your temple library?"

Su Huaijin said in his heart that our library is very serious. This book was temporarily put on hold in the confiscated and restricted books section waiting to be destroyed. Who knew you had such a great ability to dig it out.

"Didn't I think you were hiding some forbidden magic or some shady little secret in the restricted area? Who knew you were so boring."

Oh shit, he forgot again that this eavesdropper can hear people's inner voice.

"Don't scold me on purpose," Silvers narrowed his piercing golden eyes, "You don't want to know what will happen if you offend a god."

"...Sorry, Father God."

"Good boy." The God of Light regained his carefree look in a second, jumped off the table, and circled around him and the table a few times.

"I have some unfortunate news for you. Recently, our God Realm will have a meeting... This meeting has always been boring and lengthy. I'm afraid I won't be able to come and see you often."

"..." Oh, this is really...

"Too much?"

"It's a pity." Su Huaijin solemnly marked "not allowed" on a document under her command, then raised her head and sincerely looked at the blond-haired and golden-eyed god.

"I think so too," Silvis nodded in satisfaction, then with a wave of his hand, he pulled out a small animal that kept barking its teeth and claws from the void, "so I decided to let An An accompany me on my behalf during the days I'm away." you."

"An... Ann?"

Su Huaijin looked at the little golden thing that was only the size of a palm in amazement, and couldn't help touching its forehead with her fingers.

"It's really... Wow!" He quickly retracted his fingers, but his fingertips were still burned by the golden flames from the little thing's nostrils—the smog around him was as big as a great magister's full blow. The strong light mana actually failed to heal the wound instantly. ,

"Bad Ann." Silvis flicked the little animal's forehead, "Don't bully him, do you hear me?"

"Hey..." Su Huaijin said helplessly, "I was just accidentally-but, what is this, why have I never seen it before?"

Sylvester hooked his lips and smiled: "The Bright Dragon—even if you haven't seen it, you must have heard of it, right?"

Su Huaijin took a deep breath and couldn't help standing up from behind the table: "He really exists?"

His voice involuntarily became very small, as if he was afraid that the palm-sized little dragon would be blown away with a heavy blow: "I mean, I mean... isn't this a legendary creature?"

"The legendary pet of the God of Light," Silvis said amusedly, "Now that I am standing in front of you, do you still question his existence?"

Well... always forgetting that you are a god.

The God of Light rolled his eyes, and pointed his finger on Xiaolong's forehead, and two green light spots floated out from the little thing's eyes. Bad habit, really, really fond of pretty... well, that's it."

He watched helplessly as his pet's two small eyes, the size of mung beans, almost turned into pink hearts, and he hugged his tail shamelessly and rolled into the opponent's arms, rubbing it back and forth without letting go.

"Also," he added with some embarrassment, "An An is actually a girl..."

The little female dragon seemed to have completely forgotten about the existence of her master, and was checking Su Huaijin's fingers one by one with a happy face—this was the only way she could do that given her size.

Su Huaijin touched her small and delicate wings, and of course there was no resistance this time.

Silvis finally concluded: "With her by your side, I feel relieved."

Su Huaijin laughed: "There is nothing to worry about. Do you not know my strength, or do you have some misunderstanding about this continent?"

"With Rian's lessons learned, don't you understand that this continent is far wider than you imagined?" This time Sylvester did not joke with him, but said meaningfully, "You are just a human being. Among them is the most powerful one, and he is also... a good-for-nothing Guangming mage with little ability to attack and protect himself. Although An An's absolute strength is not as strong as yours, but fortunately, he is a pet of the combat department. Amplify the treatment, so as to ensure that no one has the ability to hurt you."

Su Huaijin blinked her eyes, not to admit that she was a little moved.

And... You describe your followers like this, do you want to disband the Temple of Light?

"Am I still wrong?" Silvis used his annoying mind-reading skills as always, "You humans are so fragile that you can't practice grudge and magic at the same time... especially the light department, knights Fortunately, I really can’t believe how bright mages like you who don’t even have attack skills have survived to this day.”

"...Isn't it your fault that light magic doesn't have attack skills?" Su Huaijin looked at him suspiciously, "It is said that magic is a gift from God, and all the spells we have are inherited from God, aren't they?"

"Of course not." Silvers widened his eyes wrongly, "God's spell casting system is completely different from yours, otherwise I would have taught you the attack spells I like to use long ago."

There is no need to let this lecherous dragon out to make it look embarrassing...

Su Huaijin was taken aback for a moment. He took it for granted that he believed in the knowledge in Adrian's memory—or to be precise, it was the universal values ​​circulated on the mainland that had been recorded in various classics. He didn't expect to be denied by the god in question up.

So... How did those magics, which are so splendid that people can't break them at all, appear on this continent?

However, for him as a passer-by, it seemed meaningless to think about all this.

"I'm leaving." Silvis suddenly came up and kissed his forehead, "Take care of yourself, you know?"

"..." What nerves are you having again!

Su Huaijin covered her head reflexively, and looked helplessly at this god who always played cards out of common sense. Seriously, did the two of them know each other to this extent?

Can you still look a bit noble and elegant...

"Don't always set a template for us according to your human thoughts," Silvis shook his head with a smile, "Via always puts food above everything else, and Elder never dares to be alone. Walking at night, Suo Zeda thinks about how to fight with me every day... God, I am really worried, I am not in the God Realm recently, will he be so bored that he will tear down my Temple of Light."

Well, the goddess of nature is a foodie, the god of strength is a coward, and the god of light is a hooligan... It sounds like only the good friend of the god of light, the god of darkness, should be in line with the personality, but unfortunately he is a villain.

... No, the fact that he is a good friend of the God of Light has already completely collapsed, okay?

Silvis touched his forehead helplessly, and found that he seemed to have accidentally (?) revealed something that shouldn't be said.

Maintaining this posture, he disappeared into the air as quietly as when he came.

Su Huaijin paused for a moment, but continued to correct the document at hand.

An An occupied his free left hand, and stretched her body comfortably on it. This golden little guy is like a man who has always been golden, very lazy, and has an amazing sense of presence.

Silves has been here for many days, and Su Huaijin is almost used to having such a person beside her chirping to make people angry, but she can accurately find the critical point, and when he is really about to get angry, she can easily get angry. Find a way to calm people down.

Now that this person is suddenly gone, I'm really not used to it.

The quill, which had been smoothly outlining the letters, stopped slowly at some point. Su Huaijin looked at the parchment in front of him, feeling a little lost in thought.

It wasn't until An An suddenly let out a scream, rolled down from his palm in embarrassment, hugged her round tail and blew hard, and then pulled him back from the fugue.

"What's the matter?" His Excellency the Pope was rarely confused. He looked at An An, who had obviously been poked on a scale on his tail, and looked suspiciously at his obviously empty left hand.

No, even if he had something in his hands, with the defensive power of a giant dragon—even a miniature one—it was absolutely impossible to be crushed like this.

Just thinking about it like this, he felt his index finger heat up, and Qiu Hong, who was disguised as the pope's ring, lit up again, but this time it was aimed at An An who was sitting on the sofa, with an obvious unwelcoming atmosphere, even Su Huaijin, a bystander, was shocked. can feel it.

The golden little dragon roared angrily, raised its head and sprayed out a stream of golden flames, spread its wings and flew towards his fingers.

Before Su Huaijin could react, she saw Qiuhong automatically faded away and turned into a small sword again, flying around in the air flexibly, at a speed no slower than An An's.

The two little things, one gold and one silver, quickly flew into two afterimages, which made people dazzled, but if you look carefully, there is no hostility between them that must be fought to the death.

Only then did he realize with irony: Could it be that the two of them are competing for power and jealousy...