Cannon fodder, please open your eyes [Quick Transmigration]

——The priest of Il caught the monster that hurt Old John.

When this news spread in Yorktown in the afternoon, almost every idle resident rushed to the small square in front of the church.

Especially Mary, this extroverted and bold girl, simply squeezed to the front of the crowd by virtue of her relatively petite figure.

The male corpse with a dull blond hair was lying wet on the square. Due to the influence of the monster, he didn't become bloated, and his face was easily recognizable.

"John! My John!"

With the gradually noisy whispers in the square, a thin old woman rushed out of the crowd and rushed to the corpse.

She has a head of white hair that can still be seen vaguely, and the outline of the facial features is so similar that even Shen Pei, an outsider, can guess that the other party is related to the male corpse.

At this moment, he has already taken care of himself and changed into a clean priest's robe. Except for the cat hidden in the church, no one would know the embarrassment of the black-haired priest by the river.

The pale golden cage that held the monster was placed not far from the corpse. The residents of York Town looked at the hideous black mist that could roughly be pieced together into a distorted human face, and all showed expressions of fear and disgust.

Only the old woman, who lost her beloved son, looked at each other without fear, but with hatred.

Therefore, when the black-haired priest was about to perform the purification technique representing judgment, all the residents in the square couldn't help but look at each other.

Mary, who had good eyesight and leaned forward, was the first to notice that there was a glaring wound on the black-haired priest's hand, which was so beautiful that she envied her heart.

Maybe it was cut by a sharp weapon, or maybe it was scratched by a monster, and the dark red scar was lying on the opponent's palm, like an ugly and terrifying centipede.

Keenly aware of the gaze of the young believer, the black-haired priest curled up his fingertips calmly, and switched to the other hand to cast a spell.

Deliberately choosing the fancy, more bluffing advanced purification technique, Shen Pei smiled, but his heart was frantic: [What is it that the right hand rejects the light element?Does the Dark God dare to be more stingy? 】

Not to mention casting light magic with his right hand, even his advanced healing technique had no effect on that wound.

Although this is also very in line with his plan to gain reputation by selling miserably, every time he thinks that he will be frightened after returning to the Holy See, which should have been smooth sailing, Shen Pei is so depressed that he wants to beat the Dark God violently.

After sneaking a few glances at the monster that was wiped out instantly under the advanced purification technique, 0049 cautiously suggested: [Why don't you try using dark elements instead? 】

Now that the matter has come to this point, Shen Pei can only be a dead horse as a living horse doctor, closing the door of the church to study by himself.

But when the wound really healed quickly under the wrap of dark elements, he showed a suspicious expression again: [... I have never heard that dark magic has this effect. 】

Generally speaking, things like manipulating corpses and summoning skeletons are the normal style of dark magic.

At the same moment, in a dimension invisible to the black-haired priest, the god who temporarily escaped from the cat body also slowly withdrew his fingertips that brushed the young man's palm.

Although it is true that the dark elements are energy full of destructive desires, children who are favored by the gods should always be a little bit special.

However, to his surprise, the young priest whose wound had healed did not express his gratitude to the dark elements, and even took out the parchment and wrote a letter to the Holy See.

Considering the reason why he was exiled to Yorktown for "trial" before, Shen Pei also purposely and implicitly stated that "blessed by the winner", his bright brand has been restored to its original state.

Sure enough, after hearing the news, the archbishop, who was in a state of desperation for his son Samuel, wrote back the next day to inform Shen Pei to leave for the capital as soon as possible.

However, Yorktown is a remote place on the border of the empire after all, and Shen Pei doesn't have a mount like a griffin or dragon, so it would take more than half a month's journey to hurry.

Inadvertently rushing back to the capital to help the archbishop, Shen Pei took a black cat that had passed the test of detection skills, and sat in a low-key and comfortable carriage, walking slowly all the way, stopping and stopping from time to time to deal with the monsters in the surrounding towns, and spent a lot of time It took more than a month to actually step into the cathedral of the royal capital.

At that time, there were already many fast-paced mercenaries in the royal capital talking about the good deeds Priest Ill had done along the way. Coupled with the imprint of wings that had returned to brightness, the rumors about "Priest Ill betrayed the Holy See" also slowed down. Slowly lost heat.

The balance that was originally leaning heavily towards the Holy Son gradually returned to balance. I was not sure whether my "adopted son" who had always been simple-minded did it unintentionally or learned to plan. The archbishop who was over [-] years old hesitated for a long time and decided to meet him in person. .

I haven't seen him for a few months, and the priest who was sent to a remote town not only didn't become haggard and vulgar because of this, but also revealed a more noble and elegant appearance than before leaving the Holy See.

Black hair that was smoother than the finest cloth fell down to his waist, the eyes of the white-robed priest were as gentle and calm as usual, and the bright elements around him resonated slightly with the cathedral.

Secretly startled by the activity of the light elements in the air, the smile on the archbishop's face immediately became more sincere: "Oh, my child! Welcome back."

"You've worked so hard this time."

Knowing for a long time that everyone in the Guangming Vatican is full of actors with superb acting skills, Shen Pei's heart is calm, but his face is full of emotions that can't be seen.

"Practice and experience are the best teachers." Without mentioning the hardships and hardships along the way, the black-haired priest had a smile in his eyes, "All this will be worthwhile if the glory of our Lord can spread throughout the empire."

Finding that the other party was still as innocent and pure as ever and only knew faith, the archbishop dressed in red felt relieved and personally led his adopted son into the church.

His temples are grizzled, but his physique is strong and his spirit is hale and hearty. Although the Twelve Cardinals are equal in name, only the old man sitting in the royal capital before Shen Pei is qualified to have the unique title of "Archbishop".

If there is no sudden emergence of the protagonist Samuel and the raider Evans, the opponent is indeed the most hopeful to succeed the next pope.

"The selection of the Holy Son is over, but your journey has just begun," the Archbishop sighed softly as if mentioning the selection that caused the other party to be exiled unintentionally, "Okay, Go to rest, my child."

Shen Pei who was slapped on the rose seal: ...

Just talk when you talk, what are you doing with your hands and feet, his little heart is about to stop beating, okay? !

【This old man obviously has no good intentions.】Looking at the figure of the archbishop leaving slowly, 0049 analyzed clearly, 【He just wants to persuade you to deal with the protagonist. 】

Finding his previous residence according to his memory, Shen Pei didn't care and said: [It's normal to raise soldiers for a thousand days and use them for a while. 】

The luggage and "pets" had already been safely brought back to the room by the nuns. As soon as the black-haired priest opened the door, he was thrown into his arms by a ball of "briquettes".

It was the first time I came to the lair of the God of Light in the world, and the irritable black cat almost knocked down the church.

The originally tidy bedroom was completely messed up, Shen Pei's forehead twitched, and he suddenly had the urge to beat the cat.

"Do you hate this place?" Silently repeating the words "tenderness and tolerance" a few times, the black-haired priest opened the window and slowly put down the black cat in his arms. "If you want to leave, I won't stop you."

"Everyone knows that you are the partner I brought back. Even if you encounter patrolling knights, they will not make things difficult for you."

He never expected that the first thing the little priest did after returning to the room was to drive him away. The black cat standing by the window was stunned for a moment, and suddenly his heart was more intense than before.

It seems that this sacred church has indeed given the other party a lot of ridiculous courage.

He had to make the little priest realize the reality.

Unscrupulously taking off his disguise in the cathedral in the capital of the empire, the god whose strength gradually recovered, easily condensed into a flesh and blood body.

The pet that accompanied him every day suddenly turned into a human-shaped monster. The black-haired priest looked very surprised, and instinctively held the staff embedded with the booster gems.

Such a vigilant and even hostile action is like adding fuel to the fire. The handsome god with his back to the window seems to be able to swallow up the bright sunshine.

As if recalling some unspeakable memories, the black-haired priest tightened his lower lip and said tremblingly after a long time: "It's you..."

The monster that sneaked into the room without a sound and defiled itself.

"...I can let you live." Looking at the man with the same black hair and black eyes as himself, the priest who calmed down raised his staff and warned word by word, "This is the Royal Capital Cathedral, leave quickly. otherwise……"

"Otherwise what?"

Moving his fingers to let the little priest's staff fly towards him, the man slowed down his speech viciously and ambiguously: "Call the archbishop and the knight? Let them see how you desire me?"

Wisps of black mist entangled, vividly recreating the scene of that absurd night, and the deliberately dusty memories reappeared, and the young man's face was suddenly pale as paper.

"It was just an accident," a little bit of golden light appeared on the fingertips, and the young priest finally calmed down, throwing away those kindness towards the same kind, "You devil."

"demon?"

The purification technique that restrains all monsters was hit on the man, but it disappeared without a trace as if being swallowed by a black hole.

Sneering, the evil god, who is not limited by space, easily embraced the struggling prey, and pressed the opponent's slender waist against the window: "My dear priest, if I am a devil, then you who have been branded by the dark god are considered to be evil!" what?"

Limbs were limp and weak, and the buttons of the robe buttoned to the top were unbuttoned one by one. Thinking of the garden behind me where nuns, knights, and even the archbishop might pass by at any time, the black-haired priest who had always been calm finally showed his face. A little nervous.

"Stop," he knew very well that exposing himself after the rose imprint would shame the Holy See and the Lord, he clenched his fists, and begged for mercy reluctantly, "Please..."

"Please?" Accurately capturing the other party's anxious thoughts about defending the Holy See and the God of Light, the expression who is best at distinguishing emotions laughed back angrily, and rubbed the priest's soft lips heavily with his fingertips in a punishing manner, " Then show some sincerity to please the unforgivable devil in your mouth..."

"It's right here, how about using it here?"

The author has something to say: Pei Pei: No problem, I can...

0049: No!You can not!

It's a little late today, little angels have been waiting for a long time.

The hostile position is indeed easier to spark

Comparing hearts every day, Jiujiu.