I'm not a magician

The middle-aged monk was slapped in the face again, and his face became more and more ugly. If he was an ordinary person, he would be ashamed to shut up now, but the monk could not, and dared not.

The rules of the Holy See are strict and strict. Once people think that their character has been stained, it will be difficult to obtain a higher position-a servant who serves the gods must be noble.

So far, he can only go to the end, hoping that the situation will turn around: "What evidence do you have to prove that you sold it? Who knows if you and him are in the same group?"

Hearing this, Ji Chi looked at him in surprise: "Huh? So you still need evidence? I thought it was enough for me to testify, after all..."

He turned his eyes on the little undead: "Is there no one who can testify that he stole something?"

The perplexity on the face of the handsome young man with black hair and black pupils did not seem to be fake. He was puzzled and looked at the monk sincerely, as if he was patiently waiting for the monk to answer.

Brandon, who has been fooled by his expression several times, has no fluctuations in his heart, and even wants to remind you loudly not to be deceived by him, he is a chicken thief!

The monk broke out in cold sweat: "How can this be the same! He is a dark creature!"

"What's wrong with the dark creatures? I still don't think you're bright enough."

Ji Chi missed the other party's racial discrimination, and returned the appearance discrimination with a backhand.

The monk clutched his chest and took two steps back, with a sad and indignant expression, and received ×5 critical damage—his appearance is indeed not the blond hair, blue eyes, and white skin favored by the God of Light. .

Are quarrels like this...

Ji Chi sighed boredly, walked up to the little undead, bent down and pulled out a shiny talisman from his arms, and waved it in front of the monk: "This is the talisman made by my roommate, and he hasn't confiscated it yet." Tan, maybe you can find the same one in the past now, can this be regarded as evidence?"

The monk regretted causing such a big trouble now. He didn't want to spend any more time with them, so he hesitated and didn't agree.

It's not good for anyone to continue this stalemate. Although it's very happy to see the Holy See deflated, it's not good for her if it's too conspicuous.

St. Claire stepped forward with a sigh, her eyes fell on Ji Chi softly, and said gently: "No need, today is the Holy See's mistake, and I am willing to bear the mistake for my negligence."

She bent down slightly, and looked at the little undead gently, without a trace of disgust in her eyes: "I'm really sorry for misunderstanding you, it seems that you really need the light element, doesn't it?"

St. Claire took off a translucent crystal decoration from the hem of her holy robe, and slowly poured light elements into it. A large amount of extremely pure light elements filled the crystal, covering the whole street with soft radiance.

When the fine crystals could no longer withstand the excessive light elements, St. Colly's face turned pale, she closed her eyes slowly, raised her hand and drew a picture on the dirty blanket of the little undead to prevent the elements from escaping. Scattered magic circle.

"This way you won't be hurt." St. Kelly put the crystal full of light elements into the blanket, and raised the corners of her mouth towards the little undead.

The little undead hesitated for a long time looking at the packages, but slowly accepted them, turned around and quickly disappeared on the bustling street.

Only a group of melon-eaters were left admiring with double standards.

"As expected of a saint... She is so kind."

"Yeah, you are so gentle with the undead, if you can become mine..."

"What are you thinking! Don't think!"

Seeing that the matter was settled, Ji Chi didn't want to stay any longer. He nodded to St. Keli, said goodbye to Brandon, and walked towards the equipment area.

At this time, more than ten minutes had passed since the agreed time, and Aiwen must still be waiting for him stupidly.

Ji Chi didn't want to get in touch with St. Colly now. Now it's not like an online game with archives. St. Colly's behavior pattern is no longer fixed. Being too aggressive will only make her vigilant.

But what Ji Chi didn't notice was that after he left, St. Keli's eyes stayed on his back for a while, and then lowered her eyes, not knowing what she was thinking.

A person who doesn't discriminate against dark creatures...will it be useful?

St. Colly glanced at the monks and believers clustered around her, and slowly squeezed the money bag in her hand.

"Sorry, I was delayed due to something on the road." When Ji Chi arrived at the entrance of the market, Ai Wen didn't know how long he had been waiting there.

Ai Wen raised his eyes to see Ji Chi, his expression was not angry at all, but full of understanding: "I forgot the time when I was shopping hahaha, I often do this kind of thing too!"

Ji Chi had a deeper understanding of his good temper, and sighed: "Are all the people in your Holy See so extreme?"

Alvin: "What?"

Ji Chi told him what had just happened.

After listening to Ivan, he stopped abruptly.

Ji Chi also stopped and gave him a puzzled look: "What's wrong?"

"You said—" Ivan closed his eyes and took a deep breath, "You met St. Keli, the Holy Maiden of Light?!"

"Yes what's the matter?"

"What else can I do--" Ai Wen shook Ji Chi's thin shoulders in dismay, "She is so close to you?! She talked to you?! And smiled at you?!"

"Damn it, why didn't I go with you—"

A vein popped on Ji Chi's forehead, and calmly advised him to calm down: "What if you left the Bright Amulet?"

"There are saintesses, what kind of amulet do you want?!"

Ji Chi glanced at him complicatedly, he didn't expect you to be like this Aiwen,

I misread you.

By the time Ai Wen went out of his mind to buy the materials for making amulets, it was almost dusk, the crowds on the street gradually thinned out, and the number of dark creatures such as undead demons began to increase.

The two didn't linger on the street, they called a carriage and returned to the academy.

As soon as Aiwen returned to the dormitory, he slumped his head on the bed and said nothing. Ji Chi could even see his background covered with shadows.

"Okay, I just missed it once, maybe one day you will meet her more often." Ji Chi comforted him helplessly.

He was very sure that there was some secret hidden in Saint Keli, which was also the content of the hidden mission, and he was also very sure that the saint needed someone's help. He would try his best to find a chance to contact her, and they would definitely meet again.

Ji Chi was comforting Ai Wen with facts, but what he didn't expect was that this day would come so soon.

At night, the nunnery of Saint-Terry's Cathedral.

St. Colly waved her hand to let the nun who was serving her back down, and slowly opened the door of the room by herself.

In the spacious room, only a few magic lamps in the corners were shining, and the whole room was still shrouded in hazy darkness.

St. Kelly was used to it. She didn't continue to light up the magic lamp, but walked towards the inside of the room step by step.

Suddenly, she stopped and silently looked at a black figure standing by the window.

"Teacher Shirley, what can you do?" St. Kelly asked softly.

The former Saintess Shirley, who is now the teacher in charge of teaching St. Colly, turned around from the dark rose window and stared at St. Colly in the light and shadow: "Did you go to Central Avenue today?"

Sheng Keli lowered her eyes and smiled ironically: "What? Doesn't this fit the image of a saint?"

Shirley wasn't angry, just looked at her and continued, "Did you really lose the purse?"

St. Kelly froze, clenched the corner of her clothes, and stood there silently without answering.

Xue Lier's eyes hidden in the darkness were filled with sadness: "Are you still unwilling to give up?"

Sheng Keli suddenly raised her head and looked at her almost viciously: "Why should I give up? Because of your cowardice, because you gave up first? I am not wrong about this matter! You are not wrong either! Everyone is not wrong! So why do we choose to compromise?"

"Because you have a pure and bright physique, and you are a natural saint..."

"I don't care! Fuck the natural saint!" St. Kelly tore off the white robe symbolizing holiness, threw it on the ground and stepped on it. She laughed wildly, "Don't let me catch you!" Seeing the weakness of these sluts, I will definitely make them regret being born!"

Seeing this scene, Xue Lier was not surprised at all, she just quietly closed her eyes, hiding a tear from the corner of her eyes, and said softly, "Don't be so reckless in the future."

Shirley put a broken summoning scroll in her hand on the windowsill. Ignoring St. Keli's ugly expression, she passed by her and walked towards the door.

Suddenly, Shirley stopped and turned her head slightly: "You don't have to take the risk of sending people away from the Holy See. Starting tomorrow, you don't have to study in the Holy See."

St. Colly didn't react, and she was quiet for a while before answering hoarsely: "Then where am I going?"

"St. Terry Combat Academy - Magic Branch."

The next afternoon, the magic branch.

"Starting today, a student will transfer to Class S to train magic with everyone." Standing on the podium, Joseph announced solemnly.

"Oh—" Since today is only the second day of class, and the whole class is full of new students, the little magicians didn't pay too much attention to the transfer students.

Professor Joseph looked at these indifferent little bastards and sneered in his heart. Do you know who the new classmates are? Just "oh", and please keep calm when she comes in later.

The corner of Joseph's mouth curled meanly, and he called out to the door, "St. Colly, you will be studying in Class S from now on."

When he mentioned St. Claire's name, the little magicians in the class hadn't realized it yet. At best, they thought the name sounded familiar.

When they looked up and saw the smiling girl in a white dress on the podium, almost everyone was stunned.

St. Kelly, who came to class, did not wear the usual gorgeous and complicated holy robes, but the white nun dress embroidered with delicate patterns still made her look solemn and holy.

She smiled and glanced at the students in the class, paused on Ji Chi, and said softly: "My name is St. Kelly, please give me more advice from now on."