I haven't been a scumbag for many years

"Ah, I'm so envious~ I'm so envious!"

"Well, I really want it!"

"So cute~~~ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh~"

The school is over, and a large group of students are walking towards the school gate.The crowd diverted and went home stepping on the setting sun.They were discussing in groups about today's senior, Fu Li.

"Senior Fu Li is so amazing, he actually summoned such a powerful patron saint! A dragon girl. So beautiful——!"

"I can't wait to grow up. I really envy my lord. You can summon your own patron saint when you arrive, hey~ I want my god too!"

"Who doesn't want it? I want to too. However, my academic performance is really bad, and my spiritual spell cultivation is only half a star. I'm really afraid that the patron saint I summon when I grow up will be a weakling." God." When the man said this, his small face was extremely disappointed, but soon he raised his eyebrows again, and his eyes were as gentle as the sun.

"However, even if my god is only a dandelion elf god, I will love him very much. Hahaha..."

The carefree laughter of the children flew into the sky.

The white clouds in the blue sky are smiling at them.

In this school, classes are divided according to mental strength.

Empty star, half star, one star——Class D.

Two stars - class c.

Three-star, four-star——Class B.

Five-star——Class A.

But generally you can get a graduation certificate after reaching the five-star level, and then apply to work in various places in the country.

The strongest human being has ten stars in spiritual power.But those are very distant legends!Now their emperor, His Majesty, is only an eight-star powerhouse.

At this moment, in Class A of the senior grade, which is Fu Li's class, a handsome boy put the textbook in the book.

When he stood up, he was 1.8 meters tall, with a slender body and long legs, and his collarbone was slightly exposed, which was very good-looking.He has the eyes of a fawn in the jungle.

It's just the look of frustration on his face.

He is the adopted son of the Fu family, and he is three years older than Fu Li.

Fu Li is an adult this year, and he is 21.However, he was adopted by the Fu family after being judged to have strong mental power since he was a child, but he has not yet been able to summon his patron saint.

He didn't even know what was wrong with him.

Mental power it works normally.

There is no disease in any system of the body.

Although his psychological pressure is a bit heavy, he is still not thinking about eating and drinking.

But why can't he summon the Patronus even though he has strong mental power since he was a child?

Is it...

Is the legend true?

None of the gods who guard the country like him, so none of them are willing to agree to be his patron saint?

Ah~~ how is it possible?

Are you that unlovable?

woo~

Song Jiu was about to cry.He looked extremely depressed.

But after walking out of the school gate, he still smiled.Fu Li summoned his patron saint—Dragon Girl on the starry sky altar today.

This is one of the most offensive patron saints!

He couldn't go home with a sad face.Now the family should be preparing a super grand celebration party for Fu Li, after all, the Fu family is a very powerful family.

Song Jiu carried her schoolbag and walked unhurriedly on the sidewalk paved with bricks and stones. The canopy of the camphor tree grew very large, and the light of the setting sun sprinkled the ground mottled.

The breeze blows Song Jiu's hair.

Suddenly his forced smile collapsed, and his eye circles were red.He stopped and saw a big pastoral spotted civet cat.

This big orange spotted civet cat walked proudly on the sidewalk in a straight line, staring at Song Jiu with contempt.Then walked on catwalk.

Ah ah

To be despised by a cat.

Song Jiu shouted in his heart, but the next second his shoulders collapsed.Very frustrated.He looked back at the big cat, and there was a milky white patron saint floating on it.

This Patronus is small, only one finger high.There is also something like a dandelion seed growing on his head.

Lovely.

Sitting cross-legged on Maomao's head, it is very stable.

This dandelion elf god is not very powerful, but it can slowly fly up with the big cat.Then it is blown by the wind, swaying and fluttering, this is its only ability.

Song Jiu: Hey, hey, every cat has a patron saint, why doesn't he have one?Why? !

Is it true that someone is rejected by all the gods?

No, I look pretty cute!

Thinking about the future, Song Jiu became more and more frustrated.

In the end, he even thought: Even if you give me a dandelion elf god, that would be great!I want a Patronus.

All creatures in this world can have a patron saint.

Why can't he summon it?

In this world, if there is no way to have your own patron saint, it means that you are not loved by the gods. If you are not loved, you are rejected.

In this way, after death, a person will not be taken to the kingdom of the gods by the gods, which means that he will not have the opportunity to become the patron saint of others in the future.And his soul will fall into what he hates most - the evil devil.Because only people with low mental power will be out of their wits.He clearly doesn't fit.

As long as I think about it, I feel that there is no way not to be sad.

He really wanted, wanted, wanted a Patronus.

Except for the minors in their class A, everyone else has a patron saint.ying ying ~

Song Jiu walked around the long block and finally came to a place with less people.This is the area of ​​the nobles. Although the country now has a mixture of nobles and commoners studying together, the status of the nobles is actually higher than that of the commoners. After all, the nobles have accumulated for generations and have wealth that the commoners dare not dream of.

Song Jiu exhaled softly, he has arrived at Fu's house.

This is also his home.But there has never been any sense of belonging, and it is actually more like being treated as a servant at home.

It's just that even if he is treated as a servant, he is much happier than in the orphanage, because he doesn't have to starve and freeze, and doesn't have to worry about life early.

Song Jiu greeted the security guard at the gate splendidly.

Uncle Security smiled at Song Jiu: "I'm back, Master and Madam are very happy today, the banquet is ready. Master Song Jiu, hurry up and change your clothes, let's go to the banquet!"

Song Jiu nodded quickly.

"Then I'll go in first. Goodbye Uncle Wang and Uncle Zhuguang."

Uncle Wang was smiling, and the candle-faced god floating on his shoulders nodded lightly, his eyes narrowed in laughter.

Although Patronuses cannot communicate with anyone other than their Guardians, they can hear the voices of others.

Uncle Wang's body was only the size of a candle, as if his limbs grew out of the candle, and then his head stayed in the flames. He smiled and said, "Zhuguang, Master Song Jiu is really a good boy, very polite." , but he... 嗐!"

Such a powerful mental power, but no god is willing to protect him.What an unfortunate thing.

The flame on Candlelight God's head swayed slightly, and he always had a smile on his face.Wen Yan just said softly and gently: "There will be gods to protect him!"

"The god who is willing to protect him must love him very much!" It will be a very powerful existence.

Uncle Wang laughed, "I love you too, Candlelight! Thank you for being my god."

The God of Candlelight snorted, "At that time, I saw that you were pitiful. You were walking alone at night, fell down, and cried loudly in fear. He yelled, crying pitifully, and said that it would be great if there was a patron saint. , I wouldn’t be so scared. It’s just a moment of soft-heartedness.”

Uncle Wang blushed, he really didn't want to say such a shameful thing.But when the candlelight god appeared in front of him and illuminated his tear-stained face, he was actually very happy in his heart.

Because of his low mental strength, he couldn't engage in a better job, so he was very lucky to be favored by the gods when he was still young.

The soul after death does not have to be dissipated, but can be brought to the kingdom of gods by one's own gods, and will become the patron saint of protecting others in the future. No matter how you think about it, you are so happy!

After all, being guarded and guarding others are very, very happy things.That will bring happiness to people!

Song Jiu saw that the magnificent hall was full of people and brightly lit.

He just stretched his neck to take a look, then quickly ran to the dressing room to put the schoolbag in the cabinet, and changed into the waiter's clothes.Go to the kitchen and help out.

The kitchen was crowded and lively, the aroma of various foods mixed with the fresh and sweet taste of the fruit when it was cut, really made him very hungry.

Song Jiu couldn't help swallowing.

"Grandpa housekeeper, what can I do for you?"

Song Jiu ran over, and the butler was commanding in a stern voice: "Hurry up and replace the cold dishes. The weather is so hot now, and everyone doesn't like hot dishes very much."

"Hurry up and clean up all the melon rinds and husks on the table! Keep the banquet hall clean and tidy at all times, and don't make it appear that we are disadvantaged as servants!"

"Oh, Master Song Jiu. Hurry up and wash the dishes. There are too many people who came to congratulate Master Li on winning the Patronus of the Dragon Lady. Hmph, really, some people came to join in the fun without being invited!"

Song Jiu felt very sour.I'm so envious.

But he rolled up his sleeves and went to the sink.

The grandpa housekeeper was still there commanding thousands of troops like a general on the battlefield.

On his gray hair crouched an old god, squinting and smiling.Be calm.It was as if the so-called steady battles in the midst of chaos before him were seen too often.

That's right, after all, she is the goddess of weaving nets, the best among insect gods.He can weave countless webs, great or small.Wherever a net can be made, the shape of the net He made is exactly the same.Never go wrong.

Song Jiu is very familiar with washing dishes. It is rare for grand banquets like this to be held, but for smaller ones, the Fu family often hosts them.

Sometimes it's a birthday, sometimes it's a business cooperation, sometimes it's a blind date, sometimes it's a tea party...

Each is different.

Song Jiu's washing dishes is already a routine.

It's just that my waist is very sore, but my arms don't have backache.He straightened his waist slightly, exhaled and inhaled through his small mouth, and before he could finish his breath, the two waiters piled up two large piles of dishes and cups and put them into the sink.

Song Jiu's eyes widened.

Frustrated, bowed his head, puffed up.

Scrub, scrub, scrub!

When it was finally a little easier, most of the banquet was over.

Song Jiu waved his arm mechanically to brush the tableware left in the sink, and then a desire suddenly arose in his heart. emmm...

I don't know if the god I summoned now would summon a dishwashing sponge.

Song Jiu shook his head.

It's not that there are no utensil gods, such as sword gods, sword gods... But washing dishes and brushes, that's too miserable.I still don't want it anymore, and, once the patron saint like the dishwashing sponge is really summoned, he is reluctant to let him wash the dishes.

Song Jiu felt ridiculous for her own thoughts.

Song Jiu, you really want the Patronus like crazy!

So, while everyone was attending the banquet tonight, everyone must be tired after the banquet, so he secretly ran to the back of the garden and tried to summon his god again!

Hope to be protected by the gods.

I hope that I can enter the kingdom of gods and be called to protect others in the future.

Song Jiu couldn't help it, with a bright smile on the corner of his mouth, he looked at the starry sky outside the kitchen window, the wind blowing in from the flower art window, blowing the black hair on his forehead, and there was a warm light in his eyes.