His Highness the Son moves the cat online

At the port of Miya Continent that day, the witch who almost bumped into her can still remember her ice-blue long hair and pale golden eyes. Now it seems that this is the person who participated in the black market auction on behalf of the Temple of Light. people.

Wu Meiren pulled the rein with his right hand to stop the horse under his crotch. He stared at the young man in front of him, and then asked, "Your Excellency?"

"Veniya." Looking at the witch beauty on horseback, the corners of Venia's mouth slowly curled up: "It's the first time we meet, in the future... I hope you can give me your advice."

Wu Meiren raised her eyebrows slightly when she heard the words. He probably knew who this Viniya was. If the prediction was correct, this was the person who also had the source of light.

However, why didn't the source of light in his body fluctuate at all?Wu Meiren was a little puzzled, but he nodded calmly and said, "Hi, it's getting late today so I won't bother you, we'll continue at another day."

At this point in time, most of the clergy in the Temple of Light had already rested. The Wumei dismounted and walked towards her place of residence. Unexpectedly, as soon as she reached the door, she was told that her place of residence had been changed.

"Master Shengzi should live in the temple now." The priest in front of him bent down: "My lord, please move."

The witch beauty who just came from the temple: "..."

So a few minutes later, Wu Meiren stood at the entrance of the temple again, and was blown by the night wind. He pinned the hair in front of his eyes behind his ears a little annoyed, and the cloak he was wearing had already been blown off by the wind. Wu Meiren Looking at the temple in front of him, he was very reluctant to set foot.

Standing on the spot for a long time, Wu Meiren sighed deeply and chose to step into the temple. The temple is full of light no matter day or night. Rows of white candles are burning on the walls, and the surroundings are very quiet. Wu Meiren could only hear her own footsteps echoing around her.

Strangely, the witch beauty frowned. Even at night, there should be high-ranking priests patrolling and guarding the temple, so it shouldn't be empty.

Until Wu Meiren walked to the altar surrounded by holy water, and saw the tall figure with a scepter in the center, he stopped abruptly.

The pope was standing there with his back to him, holding the scepter—"Salvation of the Holy Light", and the witch beauty suddenly realized that the pope should be waiting for him here specially.

"I'm back." As if aware of the arrival of the person he was waiting for, the Pope stretched out his hand to straighten his short blond hair, and slowly turned around to look at the witch beauty not far away.

I don't know if it's because I haven't seen him for a long time, but Wu Meiren always feels that the Pope at this moment seems to be a little different from before, giving people the feeling that... there is a little more emotional fluctuation that belongs to ordinary people.

The witch beauty stood there without answering, and the thoughts in his mind were complicated for a while. He raised his head and looked at the pope in front of him quietly. For the first time, there was no trace of hatred or malice between the two of them, as if they were re-emerging. To look at a stranger.

After a long time, Wumei heard the Pope say: "You know, I hate you not only because of your appearance, after all, you have the source of light in your body, if it is only because of your appearance... I will not do this to you. "

"I've always wondered, why do you hate me so much?" Wu Meiren chuckled, "Actually, I also know that appearance is just an excuse, because when other clergy see me, they are at most surprised, not... ...It directly connects me with monsters."

"...you are very smart." The pope slowly closed his eyes while looking at the witch beauty: "It's a pity, but I can't tolerate you no matter what."

"I would like to hear more about it." The witch beauty looked up at the statue of the Goddess of Light behind the Pope, and he slowly exhaled and said, "After so many years, I also want to know the reason."

"...Do you know the Demon King... Reza Carter?" The Pope seemed to be trying to find some information from his dusty memory. His current appearance looked a little strange, as if he had spoken about the Demon King of the Abyss in an unspeakable manner. Name: "...Reza Carter, oh, that's the name."

"Know a little bit." The witch beauty lowered her eyes, hiding the deep thinking in her eyes: "I may not know other things about the monsters of the abyss...but I still know about the demon king Rezacart."

"Different from the Temple of Light, the coming of the Source of Light comes from the gift of the Goddess of Light." The Pope suddenly said in a low voice, "But the source of darkness belonging to the Demon King, that is, the purest Demonic Qi...is in the hands of the new Demon King." Transference occurs after birth."

Wu Meiren suddenly had a guess in his heart. He raised his head and looked directly at the Pope and asked, "If there is a new demon king in the abyss, then Reza Carter... is he still alive?"

"...there is a high probability that he will die." The pope looked at the witch beauty in an unclear manner, and said somewhat vaguely: "After all, he has been missing for many years, and it is time for a new leader to appear in the abyss."

"Then what does this have to do with your loathing me?" Wu Meiren tilted her head: "Could it be that...I look a lot like the Demon Lord Resakat?"

"Of course not." The pope shook his head: "I have studied the birth process of the devil king in the past, and the Temple of Light is very concerned about it. In the records of thousands of years... I gradually discovered a rule, which is about the time of the birth of the devil king. .”

Wu Meiren listened quietly.

"The devil is born in the calendar year when the devil is the strongest, basically at the end of each year, that is, the coldest time." The Pope stepped forward and said: "And the Holy Son may come at any time." , but never in a calendar year, especially at the end of the year."

"So?" Wu Meiren sighed: "I was born in the calendar year?"

"That's right, when I first saw you, I even wondered if you were the new Demon King." The Pope nodded, "Especially your appearance, plus when you were born, if I hadn't felt the light in your body The fluctuation of the source... To be honest, you may not be able to live until now."

"What about now?" Wu Meiren asked: "For so many years, I have been living under the eyes of the Temple of Light, and even so, you still hold grudges against me."

"That's because there is no news about the Abyss Demon King. Even if there is only a one-ten-thousandth possibility, I will not allow any filthy breath to contaminate the temple!" The pope suddenly widened his eyes, and he stared straight at the witch. Beauty, it's rare to lose her composure: "Once the monsters are given an opportunity, it will be a catastrophe for the Temple of Light and even the entire continent..."

Wu Meiren couldn't help taking a half step back, he didn't know why the Pope suddenly changed his face, especially seeing the other party's usual calm face with emotional cracks, Wu Meiren suddenly felt that if a person like the Pope had the so-called selfish obsession , once he goes crazy, it will be very scary. Fortunately, he is loyal enough to the light.

Thinking of this, Wu Meiren pursed her lips and said, "I know, I will go to the Auwenla Continent in a few days, and after that... Maybe the Temple of Light will never hear from me again."

Because I am going to draw a complete line with you!

However, the Pope would not know what Wu Meiren thought in his heart. Seeing Wu Meiren being so knowledgeable, he felt a little guilty towards him. After all, this trip was for Wu Meiren to send her to death.

The Pope pondered for a moment and said, "In the past few days, I will give you enough respect and power as the Holy Son, and the Temple of Light will officially announce your identity to the outside world, which can be regarded as making up for one or two..."

"...That's really true, thank you very much." Wu Meiren turned around and chuckled, "It's already late, His Excellency Pope, you should also go to bed earlier."

After finishing speaking, the witch beauty walked away from the spot. He didn't want to stay with the pope for another second. Although the pope said that he was ostracized and hated him, the resentment and anger in the witch beauty's heart could not be dissipated. .

The witch beauty even thought wickedly, if she told the pope that he had seen someone who seemed to be the new devil king, what kind of expression would the pope's face show?

But Wu Meiren doesn't intend to say these things, even Dijiaer...he wants to keep it a secret.

Wu Meiren lowered her head and took out a string of necklaces from the neckline and rubbed them. She said that it was a necklace, at best it was just two crystal clear gems strung on a rope, but this was Wu Meiren's long-standing goal and obsession.

He has always been very clear in his heart that he does not belong here, his destination has never been a cultivation world or a different world, he just wants to simply go home, to the place where he has parents and friends.

"The third formation material is in Auer Continent." The witch beauty exhaled lightly: "Royal Royal City, Jiaer... I'm sorry."

In the next few days, because Wu Meiren's status as the holy son was recognized by the Temple of Light, he went to the Temple's Library Pavilion and some more obscure places that he had never been to before.

The umami stayed in these places for three full days, until the evening of the third day, when the pope sent someone to notify him to attend the evening party in the palace.

"This is the robe of the Holy Son." Anlam held a carved wooden box with a light fragrance, and bent towards the witch beauty: "My lord, please go and dress for the banquet."

"I see." Wu Meiren nodded, he looked at the two nuns behind An Lamu and said clearly: "Please trouble me."

The nuns bowed deeply, and after Anram left, they stepped forward and lightly adjusted the robes and painted makeup for the witch beauty.

The robes of the Holy Son are cumbersome and complicated. In addition, today is the first meeting with the royal nobles. In addition to the robes, they have to wear other accessories that symbolize their status. When the two nuns are done, the witch beauty feels I am like a clothes hanger, being hung up with various things.

But the witch beauty with her hair was tied up directly with the hairpin that Dijiaer gave her. When he saw those gaudy headdresses, his head sank.

To put it bluntly, he only brought a forehead ornament for a little embellishment. After he finished packing, dusk finally came. He walked out of the temple and looked at the white horse led by the knight commander Wood. The witch beauty lowered her eyes and walked away without saying a word. past.

Rarely, the eight cardinals of the Temple of Light also appeared in front of the witch beauty, including the bishop who was obsessed with divination—Colin Firth.

"Colin Firth is inconvenient in his legs and feet, so he can only send off the Holy Son here." Wood took a step forward and explained: "He can't go to today's dinner."

The witch beauty glanced at the wheelchair under Colin Firth, and he nodded and said, "Please come here, Bishop, I accept your wish."

Colin Firth raised his head and looked at Wu Meiren quietly. His slightly old face was full of vicissitudes. After a while, he lowered his eyes and sighed lowly.

"Master Shengzi... I still hope you, cherish it from now on." Colin Firth's arm on the wheelchair trembled slightly, he opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end he turned his face away and murmured: "... ...The trajectory has long been disrupted, Your Highness the Son... I hope you, think twice before acting."

After saying this ambiguous sentence, Colin Firth waved his hand to signal that he was going back. The witch beauty looked at his back and lowered her eyes. No one could guess what he was thinking at the moment.

"Let's go." Wu Meiren took the reins, put her legs on the horse's belly and said to the people beside her: "Follow me...to the Royal King City!"