His Highness the Son moves the cat online

Since receiving the hairpin from Dijiaer, Wu Meiren's mood has obviously brightened.

Even the face that has always been expressionless, can occasionally reveal a slight smile. His appearance makes Dijiaer wish to find out all the holy stones in the world.

And the two have lived under the same roof for almost a month, and both of them have a good understanding of each other's living habits.

But what Wu Meiren didn't expect was that Dijiaer, who always dressed like a dog in front of people, looked aloof and reserved, and finally revealed his nature after getting along for a while.

As long as he doesn't go out, Di Jiaer is wearing a loose pajamas, with a messy chicken nest head on his head, even if he goes to the laboratory, he goes barefoot, so that the witch beauty finally understands why Di Jiaer would spread on the ground. On the thick plush carpet.

"Jaer." Wu Meiren stood at the door of the laboratory, looking at Di Jiaer who was wearing a wheat-colored pajamas and a half glass mirror on the bridge of his nose, and said helplessly: "I told you, I was accidentally scratched by a hairpin. Hand, you don't have to bother to reform it."

"That can't be done." Di Jia said decisively: "This thing has actually absorbed your blood. I don't trust you to wear it until I find out the reason."

Hearing the words, Wu Meiren had to shake her head and leave. It was a coincidence that Wu Meiren was taking the hairpin off her head and was going to put it away. She had already put it on the table. The table rolled down, Wu Meiren subconsciously stretched out her hand to catch it, but she didn't think about it, but a slender wound was drawn on the back of her hand by the tip of the hairpin.

In fact, the hairpin was not scratched deeply, but a string of blood beads still leaked out. Dijiaer was carrying milk into the room at that time, and when he saw the wound on the back of Wu Meiren's hand, he immediately became anxious.

The witch beauty wanted to wash him with water, but Di Jiaer insisted on bandaging him. While the two were talking, the remaining blood beads on the hairpin actually seeped into it, and soon there was no trace.

Seeing this witch beauty naturally wanted to find out what happened, so she didn't treat the wound at all, and directly covered the wound with her hairpin.

Di Jiaer didn't react for a while, but when he wanted to stop it, he found that the blood on the back of Wu Meiren's hand had been swallowed up by the holy stone.

"This...what's going on?" Dijiaer frowned, his handsome face was full of doubts and a trace of imperceptible worry.

After confirming that the witch beauty was fine, Dijiaer took the hairpin into the laboratory and stayed there for three full days.

Later, if the witch beauty was not worried about his body, Di Jiaer might continue to spend time in the laboratory. Regarding the understanding of the Holy Stone, Di Jiaer felt that his cognition had been biased for the first time.

However, there are very few people in this world who own the holy stone. Even today's Temple of Light does not have a complete holy stone. Therefore, Dijiaer has to figure out the mystery on the holy stone by himself.

The witch beauty didn't know that the hairpin that Dijiaer gave him was made of holy stone. He privately thought that it was made of a certain unknown mineral in Dijiaer's collection, but this accident just happened to excite her. Played up the opponent's 'scholar attribute'.

That's right, a magic genius like Dijiaer who created combined magic must not allow himself to have knowledge loopholes. Thinking of this, Wu Meiren was not too curious about the hairpin.

And Dijiaer's research on the holy stone was interrupted by a letter, a parchment letter covered in blood from the continent of Alvina.

In the Garden of Eden, Hops King lighted a slender cigarette on a rare occasion. He had a keen sense of smell and disliked the pungent smell very much.

But since receiving the news from Owenla, Hopps has been in a state of anxiety until Dijiaer's arrival.

"The people who were sent did not survive." Dijiaer's expression was not good at this moment. After seeing the contents of the parchment, his heart sank, and then he rushed to the Garden of Eden without stopping.

With a cigarette between his fingers, Hopps rubbed his temples with a bit of a headache: "The Temple of Light, they don't pay much attention to the Owenla Continent for a long time."

"Magic Association is probably the same." Di Jiaer snorted coldly: "The Owenla continent is poor in resources, and the population is not large...I remember that sinners are usually exiled there."

"So Wangcheng doesn't pay much attention to the information of Aowenla Continent, right?" Hopps spread his hands and said, "Then this time it will be really bad."

"No, it's not that bad." Di Jia shook his head: "I plan to..."

"Your Highness, forgive me." Hops interrupted him: "I am afraid that His Majesty and the Pope already know about the matter of the Auwenla continent, plus some previous things about monsters... Now it is very possible, Guangming The temple will send someone there."

"It's really lingering, and the church will have a foot in everything." Di Jiaer sneered: "But that's okay, since the Temple of Light is willing to take this muddy water, let them go to explore the way first."

"Having said that, I just don't know how many people will be sent by the Temple of Light." Hopps put out the cigarette: "Our people will follow them to the continent of Owenla, and the Magic Association will definitely send some more people. .”

Di Jiaer nodded and did not speak again. For some reason, there was an ominous premonition in his heart, and he always felt that something was about to happen.

And at this moment in Orland, the pope, dressed in a white robe and with a solemn expression, was leaning on the scepter, looking at the king in front of him, and said: "Your Majesty, the source of the monster that I have been tracking before has been revealed... Its source is in the Owen La Continent."

"Auwenla continent?" The king looked up at the expressionless pope: "In that case, is the temple planning to send someone there?"

"Yes." The Pope nodded lightly: "There is one thing I haven't told His Majesty before, that the Temple of Light has finally found our Holy Son some time ago."

The king was taken aback for a moment.

"So the meaning of the Temple of Light is that this trip to the Owenla Continent intends to send the Holy Son there."

To be honest, it was the first time the king saw someone pushing the sweet pastry he had been looking for for a long time to the death. He was shocked for a long time before he asked, "Holy Son...is he of bad character?"

"...not at all."

"Then why... let him go to the Auwenla continent?" The king was very puzzled: "Although the Holy Son has the source of light, he is still immature in all aspects, and it may not be appropriate to go to the Auwenla continent. "

"Your Majesty, the Temple of Light has its own measure." The Pope shook his head: "As the Holy Son, this is his duty."

"But……"

"To be honest, Your Majesty, this holy son... He has never reacted to the magic of light until now." The Pope continued: "I think this trip to the continent of Alvina may be an opportunity. You grow under pressure."

The king looked at the pope in front of him with a gloomy expression. To be honest, although he had heard from Dijiaer that the pope didn't like the son, but now it seems that it may be too much.

"Let me consider this matter." The king still hadn't forgotten Dijiaer's careful thoughts on the Son, and he said with some headaches: "The Son is noble, and the source of light is very important to everyone. "

"Because of this, we need the Holy Son to stimulate the source of light in the body." The Pope did not allow any concessions: "The Holy Son who does not know the magic of light is useless even if he has the source of light in his body."

"You insist on this?" The king's finger tapped on the armrest, and his face obviously darkened: "In this case, please ask the Temple of Light to let us meet the Holy Son. , can’t even meet the royal family?”

"...This." The Pope was obviously reluctant.

"The Temple of Light is quite pretentious. Why, just seeing the Holy Son makes things difficult for the Pope?" The king stood up and walked slowly towards the Pope. He narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at the man in front of him, and slowly raised the corners of his mouth: " Or is this another 'Rand'?"

"Your Majesty!" The Pope raised his head abruptly. He took a quick breath and slowly closed his eyes. After a while, he said with difficulty: "The Holy Son will...be with the royal family and nobles before going to the continent of Alvina. See you next time."

"That's good." The king waved his hands and turned around: "The meeting of the Holy Son will be held in the palace, and I will notify the nobles to come and attend."

"...Yes, Your Majesty." No matter how unwilling he was, the Pope still complied. There was no other way. 'Rand' was a thorn in his heart, and it was the king's bargaining chip. He didn't want to let this secret be known by more people.

Until he returned to the Temple of Light, the always quiet Pope did not come back to his senses for a long time. He stood in the center of the platform surrounded by holy water, staring at the statue of the Goddess of Light with a soft face in front of him, but he was a little dazed.

The goddess statue in front of him seemed to be replaced by a young man with a smile on his mouth. The long silver hair of the other party was tied into a bunch of silk ribbons and hung casually on his shoulders. He was holding a book with curved eyebrows, and his eyes were full of fine streamers.

"Verus." The young man in his memory stretched out his hand to pin the silver hair behind his ear, and he called out his name softly, his eyes were so gentle and bright: "Verus, I seem to have someone I like Man... his name is Reza Carter."

As if a dream was suddenly shattered, the pope came back to his senses with a sluggish breath, the holy water flowed silently around him, the goddess of light in front of him was still peaceful and soft, and the young man who could call his name was long gone.

"Rand..." The Pope stretched out his hands and hugged his head in a daze for the first time. He hadn't thought of it for a long time... this young man who had long been buried in his memory.

But I don’t know why, even after so many years, just recalling the other party’s appearance can still be so vivid and lifelike, as if, the next moment he will stand not far away, stretch out his hand to him with a soft smile and say, “Wei Ruth, I'm here."

"Why Rand..." The Pope squatted down, and he tried his best to raise the corners of his mouth and asked, "Why is it just Reza Carter? That kind of monster that lingers in the abyss..."

"Reza Carter, he is my sun." The young man in his memory wept and pierced the dagger in his heart: "Verus, I give you the source of light, my sun has set, I'm going to rest too."

The pope raised his head and stared blankly ahead, yes, his sun...has set.