It's really hard to be a scumbag

Jonagar, who had changed his faith, left Haiguo with Jiang Jiang. Jiang Jiang didn't know whether the result was good or bad for Haiguo, but judging from Jonaga's joy, he should be very happy.

After returning to the castle, Jiang Jiang hadn't opened the door to go in when he suddenly realized something was wrong and turned to look at the garden.

Before he left, the garden was still bare without even a root of grass, but now there are endless roses, which are in full bloom and warm, so that the breath is full of smoky fragrance.

Feeling amused, Jiang Jiang pushed open the door and walked in. His eyes paused slightly on Igedot who was meditating while holding the ball, and then he looked at Suskel, who was trimming the branches and leaves of the flowers in the bouquet, and asked in a low voice, "How do you persuade me?" Igedot worked for you?"

His voice was very soft, and he didn't want to disturb Igedot who was meditating, but Iggedot moved his pointed ears, opened his eyes and replied, "He said you like roses very much."

Jiang Jiang groaned, a little surprised that besides being jealous, Suskel actually had some tricks to make trouble, and actually knew how to persuade people to do things in his name.

Perhaps the smile in Jiang Jiang's eyes was too obvious, and Igedot couldn't help frowning: "Don't you like it?"

Jiang Jiang waved his hand: "No, I like it very much."

Igedot loosened his eyebrows and closed his eyes again after nodding.

Jonaga was still standing beside him, Jiang Jiang didn't chat with Suskeldo, and took the little mermaid back to the room first.

After entering the house, he filled a bucket full of water, and then called the little mermaid in.

Qiong Najia shrank obediently in the bucket, poked his head out and followed Jiang Jiang's figure around.

Jiang Jiang rummaged for a long time but couldn't find any extra mage robes. He stood up straight with doubts on his face, and said to Jonaga: "I'll go to McMillan to borrow two spare clothes for you. You can go to the room first. Stay here and rest."

Jonagar nodded obediently.

Jiang Jiang rubbed his long seaweed-like hair with his hands. When he went out, he snorted coldly and began to investigate who had touched his things.

First of all, McMillan will definitely not do such a thing, and the loyalty of the Cavaliers is beyond doubt.

Leticia probably wouldn't either. After all, she was a man who had been Her Majesty's Queen, and her closet was full of gaudy little skirts. Presumably she didn't like his ordinary mage robes.

Susquel was a romantic by nature, and he would not steal clothes that were completely tasteless, which did not fit his aesthetics.

Not to mention the evil dragon, the young man's temper is hot and flamboyant, and he tore a few robes when he was doing things. He usually focuses on the body wrapped in the robes, and has no interest in the robes themselves.

And Jon Naga just came back, so he didn't have the time and motivation to commit the crime.

In other words, the only suspect is Igedot.

This made Jiang Jiang very puzzled.

Because Igedot had a criminal record, but he could barely understand when he took his personal things before, why did he even secretly put away his coat this time!

Jiang Jiang, who was full of question marks, was angry and wanted to find out where the other party's way to save Guangming was, so he put the coat borrowed from McMillan next to Jonagar's bucket, and then turned to look for it. I got Igedot.

Igedot, who was still meditating on the sofa on the first floor just now, was nowhere to be seen, so Jiang Jiang asked Suskel, "Where's Igedot?"

Suskel handed Jiang Jiang the neatly trimmed bouquet, and recalled, "I seem to be back in the room? I didn't pay much attention to him."

Jiang Jiang nodded, instead of taking the bouquet, he waved his hand and said, "I don't have time to enjoy the flowers at the moment, so you can put them in my room."

Suskel happily went upstairs.

Jiang Jiang came to Igedot's house and knocked on the door.

It was quiet for a while before Igedot's slightly hoarse voice sounded: "Please come in."

Jiang Jiang opened the door and went in, walked in two steps and frowned: "What's the smell?"

Igedot came out of the bathroom, his slender and fair fingers were still stained with water, and he wore a rare monocle on his handsome and gentle face.

He took out a clean towel and wiped his fingers, and when he walked over unhurriedly, he had a gentle and refined demeanor, as clear and elegant as a polite nobleman, not at all like a pervert who stole someone's clothes.

But Jiang Jiang still caught a glimpse of the edge of his robe the moment he came out of the bathroom.

With the witnesses and material evidence in hand, Jiang Jiang couldn't help getting angry when he saw his sanctimonious appearance again: "Give me back my clothes!"

Igedot's hand paused insignificantly, but his expression was innocent: "What clothes?"

Jiang Jiang glared at him, then angrily pushed him away into the bathroom.

As soon as he entered, Jiang Jiang saw the mage's robe crumpled into a ball.

He stepped forward to pick up his robe, turned around and said angrily to Igedot: "I've seen it all, and you still pretend not to—hmm???"

Jiang Jiang was stunned, and it took him a while to understand what the white turbidity touched by his fingertips was.

His cheeks were burning hot immediately, and he said in disbelief, "You took my clothes just to do this?"

There was no trace of shame on Igedot's face, he walked in with a gentle smile in his eyes, and then locked the door behind him.

Only then did Jiang Jiang hesitate, he hesitated and said, "I, I, I don't want clothes anymore, let me go out."

"How can I do that?" Igedot's final voice rose, trapping Jiang Jiang in front of his chest, and his low voice was full of smiles: "I'm worried about the hard work of the gods, so I just want to see things and think about others, but now the gods My lord came to greet me on my own initiative, so how could I not tell the gods about my troubles?"

"As your believer." He took Jiang Jiang's hand, put his soft and tender palm on the raised fabric, and sighed contentedly: "Do you have the heart to see me suffer so much? My lord?"

It was too difficult to complete the process in a small and cramped space, and Jiang Jiang couldn't hold Igedot's neck when he was so stretched, and finally he was carried to the bedside step by step before finishing.

After the end, Jiang Jiang fell into a deep sleep in Igedot's arms, and woke up slowly when he smelled the sweet smell of the small cake, and asked in a daze, "Is it time for dinner?"

Igedot, who took the cake from Leticia, laughed dumbfoundedly, sat down by the bed and put the tray on the bedside table, then hugged Jiang Jiang up and said, "It's past meal time, Mr. Chef is worried that you will be late at night." I was hungry, so I made pastries and brought them up."

Jiang Jiang: "... Leticia is not a cook."

Igedot smiled and said indifferently: "It doesn't matter what he is, what matters is that you eat cake now?"

Jiang Jiang: "Ah——"

Igedot began to feed Jiang Jiang, and only put down the spoon when Jiang Jiang couldn't eat and shook his head, and brought the fresh milk.

Jiang Jiang took a few sips, hiccupped and said, "By the way, I originally wanted to ask you. You said that if you gather six believers, there will be a way to save the light. Where is that way? ?”

Igedot moved his lips, and before he could speak, there was a steady knock on the door, followed by Macmillan's voice: "Jiang Jiang, there is a letter from the Guangming Empire. I want to tell you something."

Jiang Jiang raised his eyebrows, got down from Igedot's arms, opened the door, took the letter and checked it.

After taking a look at Shixing, he suddenly said: "It turns out that this is how to save the God of Light."

Macmillan frowned slightly: "How to save? Is it dangerous?"

Jiang Jiang shook his head: "It's just to go to the Holy See of Light, enter his sleepy and lax consciousness from the statue of the God of Light, and then wake him up with pious belief. Although I don't believe in him now, let's go and see. "

Macmillan: "I'll go with you."

Jiang Jiang thought for a while, then shook his head and said, "It's useless if you go."

He rejected the requests of the others, and drew the teleportation array while holding the letter.

When Jiang Jiang returned to the Guangming Holy See, the archbishop in red was still praying. Hearing the news that Jiang Jiang had arrived so soon, the archbishop rushed out in an instant and said happily, "My lord, you are finally back! Since you left Afterwards, the God of Light never sent down divine favors, let alone chose a new agent, he even fell into a deep sleep like the one in the deep sea, no matter how his devout believers summoned him, he would not respond."

The archbishop cried and said: "We guess it's because you never came back, but Her Majesty the Queen does not allow us to spread the news of your disappearance. We can't find you, and we can only watch the holy light of the God of Light gradually dissipate."

Jiang Jiang patted him on the shoulder and comforted him, "I'm back now."

The archbishop nodded again and again, praying in every possible way: "With you here, the God of Light will definitely be revived. After all, your faith is so pure, and the Holy Light is so vast—huh? Where is your Holy Light?"

"Well..." Jiang Jiang didn't know how to explain, so he changed the subject decisively: "Is it time to talk about this? We have to wake up the God of Light first!"

The archbishop woke up suddenly: "You are right!"

He hurriedly brought Jiang Jiang to the hall, and sincerely begged Jiang Jiang a few words, and then slowly closed the door, leaving Jiang Jiang alone.

The hall was still the same as it used to be. Jiang Jiang walked in it, and there was no believer around him, but he felt that murmuring and solemn prayers seemed to be echoing in his ears.

He walked all the way to the statue, and the shining statue in his memory was not surrounded by a trace of holy light at this time, and the ordinary one was like a handicraft without wisdom.

Jiang Jiang reached out to touch the statue, and when he moved slowly, he clearly felt that the avatar in the statue was moving with him, but his movement was too weak, like an instinct in the dark, and he was not completely awake.

It seems that it still needs to enter his consciousness.

Jiang Jiang had an idea in his mind, so he withdrew his hands and sat down on the seat dedicated to the Son of God, and slowly closed his eyes.

Without the constraints of his body, Jiang Jiang easily blended into the statue.

However, after following the statue to the depths of the God of Light's consciousness, Jiang Jiang was dumbfounded.

Why is the avatar of the God of Light.

There are so many? ? ?

Jiang Jiang, who was quite shocked, felt like falling into a trap, and he stood in place for a while and started to hesitate.

Before he could think of a countermeasure, those sleeping consciousnesses with the same faces seemed to sense something, and suddenly began to wake up, opened their eyes one by one, and turned their heads to look directly at him, an outsider.

The scene is subtly thrilling.

When Jiang Jiang felt guilty and wanted to retreat first, someone grabbed his ankle suddenly.

He looked down subconsciously, and before he saw anyone moving his hands, he felt that someone was holding his waist, chest and limbs.

It is clearly the depths of a person's consciousness.

Jiang Jiang was ridiculously dragged into the abyss by countless hands.

Sink with them...

The author has something to say: Not a single drop left.

Although it is still the eighth, (staring at the empty archive) I have already started to worry about the update on the tenth_(:3」∠)_