His Highness the Son moves the cat online

This page is the place where the signature appears for the first time. Below this sentence, there is a drawing of a man's back, who is wearing a cumbersome robe covered with delicate pearls and gemstones.

Although there is no color, the witch beauty still recognizes this dress - it is a special robe made for the Holy Son by the Temple of Light.

How is this going?Shouldn't the previous Holy Son be the current Pope?Who is this Rand?Why have I never heard of it?

Wu Meiren was full of doubts in his heart. He turned back and found that the pages were all blank, as if a story came to an abrupt end with that sentence.

But when he turned to the last page, there was a report cut out from elsewhere between the paper bordering the back cover, and the characters on it were lifelike.

The young man wearing the robe of the Son of God stabbed a forearm-long sharp blade into Reza Carter's chest. Reza Carter lowered his head, and his long hair covered his face so that people could not see the expression on his face clearly, but the young man's face It was full of tears.

【If this is not our ending, it would be great】

Wu Meixin's heart ached slightly, and he felt suffocated inexplicably when he saw the words written in blood on the last page.

The clipped report was accompanied by some words, which generally said that the demon king Reza Carter was finally subdued, and some remarks said that Lante deliberately made friends with Reza Carter because of hatred, and some even said that Lan Te Tate had previously seemed to give Reza Carter a ring, but was actually humiliating Reza Carter who should marry him like a woman.

"This..." Wu Meiren looked at Feng Jia beside her: "The ring..."

"Lant really likes Reza Carter." Feng Jia withdrew her gaze from the book and slowly landed on Wu Meiren's face: "No one would use something made of a holy stone to humiliate a person, that ring... ...Rand he meant it."

"Rand, do you know him?" Wu Meiren closed the book and looked at Feng Jia beside her, "I've never heard of Rand in the Temple of Light, and he's still wearing the robe of the Holy Son."

"There is also this report, which can at least prove that Mr. Lante did exist." Feng Jia rubbed her chin for some reason, "It can seal this matter tightly. Only one person can do it."

"You mean..." Wu Meiren frowned slightly: "The Pope."

"Besides him, I can't think of anyone else." Feng Jia shrugged. "However, if you expect the Pope to speak, then you might as well pin your hopes on the fact that Reza Carter is still alive."

Wu Meiren sighed and felt a little headache.

"I'll find a way to investigate when I have a chance in the future." Feng Jia stood up and picked up the candlestick on the table: "It is said that when Reza Carter first took office, the relationship between the Temple of Light and the demons was not as sharp as it is now."

Wu Meiren pondered for a moment and nodded: "Indeed, it has not reached the level of panic now."

"The Magic Association at that time..." Feng Jia suddenly paused when he said this, his handsome eyebrows frowned slightly, as if thinking of something, his fingers holding the candlestick tightened slightly.

But soon, Feng Jia relaxed and said: "President Xia Zuo of the Magic Association may have met Reza Carter back then. It is said that his contracted monster Ye Mei was brought back from the abyss."

Wu Meiren was slightly taken aback, but thinking of the current situation where the Temple of Light and the Magic Association are incompatible, it is even more difficult for him to learn about Rand from Xia Zuo.

"Witch! Feng Jia!" At this moment, Chris' voice suddenly came from not far away: "Help!"

"Chris." Wu Meiren frowned and put the book in her arms into the space ring, and he and Feng Jia hurriedly ran towards the previous collection room.

I saw that half of Chris's arm was sinking into the oil painting of Reza Carter at the moment, like a swamp. Although Chris tried his best to pull his arm out, he still slowly closer to the painting.

"Witch! I was sucked in!" Chris saw the two people's eyes light up: "I can't pull my arm out!"

"Have you gone to get the ring on Reza Carter's finger?" Feng Jia saw the position of Chris's arm at a glance and said firmly: "You can't just share this little bargain?"

"That's a holy stone!" Chris argued, "I just wanted to see if I could take it off, who knew that this ghost thing would suck me in!"

"Are you still holding the ring with your fingers?" Feng Jia didn't panic at all, but said slowly, "Let go of your fingers and try."

Chris subconsciously let go of his fingers. Unexpectedly, this time, he could easily pull his arm out of the swamp-like oil painting.

"What the hell is this!" Chris shook his arm, stared dumbfounded at the still intact oil painting in front of him, and said, "Someone would put such a big swallowing restriction on a ring!"

"You should be thankful that the person who set up the ban on swallowing is still a good person, and didn't directly kill you before you were completely swallowed." Feng Jia bent down and stared at the ring on Reza Carter's finger carefully: " He has left room for you, as long as you are not completely blinded by profit, he will give you another chance."

"Gal." The witch beauty who stood silently at the side from the beginning to the end said, "Let's get out of here."

"Why are you in a hurry to leave?" Chris was puzzled by the luxurious decorations around him: "Aren't we here just for the treasure?"

"You can also see clearly, you can't take this holy stone away at all." Feng Jia snorted coldly: "Besides... Wu must have sensed something."

"That's right." Wu Meiren nodded: "When you pulled out your arm, I vaguely noticed that this holy church seemed to be shaking."

"Ah?" Chris' eyes widened: "Isn't this already underground?"

"It's caused by external force." Wu Meiren turned around and sighed: "We still have enough time, let's go back the same way, and it will be too late when the holy water is completely submerged here."

"What? Holy water?" Chris followed behind the witch beauty in a daze. He unwillingly put a stack of books on the side of the bookshelf into the space ring: "This holy church is so big. Maybe there are babies in other rooms."

"You have buckled off the pearls on the murals. I guess your ring should contain a lot of things." Feng Jia snorted coldly: "Chris, the wind magic is enough for you to take a stroll around the Holy Church."

The implication is that in his free time just now, when Feng Jia and the beautiful witch were reading Rand's book, he had already swept the holy church, but he didn't find the real good thing.

"I..." Chris blushed. He couldn't help being ashamed and angry when Feng Jia said it so shamelessly, but the witch beauty still walked forward with no expression on her face, even the frequency of her feet did not change. .

Looking at Wu Meiren's unmoving face, Feng Jia couldn't help but sighed softly in her heart. Although she knew very early on that Wu Meiren had no interest in things outside of her body, if he had such an indifferent attitude towards everything in the world, it would be a shame. It's easy to say, but why is it so important to the abyssal monsters...

Feng Jia shook his head and didn't think about it anymore. He raised his feet to follow the pace of the witch and walked outside quickly. After the three of them left the underground holy church, a dull loud noise came from the ground.

"The movement here is likely to attract the attention of the church soon." Wu Meiren said in a deep voice: "We must leave Cangyue Continent as soon as possible."

"Then we have to find a boat as soon as possible." Chris scratched his face: "And the speed of the boat must be very fast."

"If you want to find a boat, you must pass the church's inspection." Feng Jia pointed to the three of them: "I'm worried that we will reveal our secrets."

"That……"

"But I have a way." Feng Jia raised the corners of her mouth and turned her head to look at the witch beauty. "I have improved my water magic again during this period, and I have a way to get out of here."

Chris's eyes lit up, "Don't you want to..."

"Let's go to the beach." Feng Jia raised her chin, and Chris followed with an excited expression on her face. Wu Meiren shook her head helplessly and followed after seeing the two of them alive and well.

Feng Jia's magical talent is really good, just in Chris' surprised eyes, a small boat formed of sea water appeared on the surface of the sea, Chris stretched out his feet carefully and stepped on it, then turned his head with his eyes lit up Excitedly said: "It turned out to be true!"

Feng Jia let out a soft snort, and he turned around and slightly bent over to the witch beauty, stretching out his hand and said in a gentlemanly way, "Sir, please get on board."

"Don't make trouble." Wu Meiren gave him a helpless look, and boarded the small boat made of water magic elements without reaching out.

Looking at the liquid flowing under her feet, Wu Meiren thought for a while and chanted a spell silently, making a thin layer of ice adhere to the bottom of the boat.

"Wu, don't you believe in my water magic?" Feng Jia complained quite hurt when she saw it, "I promise you won't fall."

"No, Jiaer, I'm just in case." The witch beauty quickly explained: "In case any creature attacks from the bottom, at least I can sense it in advance."

"Wow, you're still so thoughtful." Chris on the side stretched out his hand and patted his forehead and exclaimed, "Why didn't I think of it, it seems that I have to use wind magic to speed us up, the sea is still too dangerous , it’s better for us to arrive on land earlier.”

Feng Jia didn't want to talk anymore.

Along the way, the witches and beauties were thinking about everything they saw in the abandoned holy church. Whether it was the holy stone ring on the finger of the demon king Reza Carter, or the diary of Rand, all of them had something to do with the Temple of Light. Thousands of connections.

The witch beauty can probably detect the tip of the iceberg in her heart, but the truth is probably only known to the Pope...or Xia Zuo, the president of the Magic Association. Besides, now that the Temple of Light hates the monsters of the abyss so deeply, does it have anything to do with Lante?

With many thoughts lingering in her mind, Wu Meiren put her hand on her dantian lightly, feeling the power of the source of light, and frowned slightly.

There are two paths in front of him now, one is to completely cut off the connection with the Temple of Light, and then devote himself wholeheartedly to the cause of finding the formation materials scattered all over the place.

Second, turn passive into active, and find a way to make the Temple of Light value its own value, so as to build its own power in this world, and then easily find formation materials.

Wu Meiren had always taken the first path before. He originally planned to wait for the Temple of Light to give up on him before acting alone, but now Wu Meiren has been shaken, not to mention that the attitude of the Temple of Light towards him has always been ambiguous. , some privileges in this world can only be possessed by the Temple of Light.

What if the privilege of the Temple of Light is needed in the process of searching for materials in the future?At that time, Wu Meiren might not be able to cry, so the issue of leaving the Temple of Light still needs to be considered in the long run.

Wu Meiren's fingers are entwined with a strand of his own black hair, which rotates subconsciously. When he thinks about a problem, he always uses his fingers to wrap around something unconsciously. Before Ergou was around, he would unconsciously flip Ergou fluffy tail.

Standing behind him, Feng Jia looked at Wu Meiren's movements and lowered her eyes slightly, the fine hair between her brows blocked his expression at the moment.

When the three of them approached Miya Continent, the night was already dark. Chris rubbed his arms and shivered and said, "It's not convenient to go back to the academy now. How about we go directly to the Garden of Eden?"

"I can do it." Wu Meiren nodded, facing the cool night wind, she turned her head to Feng Jia and said, "Your magic power should be running low, so go to the Garden of Eden to rest first."

"Okay." Feng Jia nodded and smiled, "I'll go wherever you go."

Chris rolled his eyes and turned around. To be honest, he only wanted to invite Wu Meiren alone, and it was best for Feng Jia to go wherever it was cool.

In this way, the three went directly to the Garden of Eden after setting foot on Miya Continent.