Counseling [Quick Transmigration]

Her companion said: "Elizabeth, you are also an alpha, how can you make Eric say that?"

The gender distinction between alpha, beta, and omega is very clear.An alpha is the one who should stand at the top. Most of them have self-esteem that will never be trampled on. They regard themselves as the favored ones of heaven, and they regard face and strength as life.

Elizabeth shook her head, with a little contempt in her eyes.

"Eric isn't an alpha yet."

Everyone in the village knows each other's details.Eric is a stubborn person. He learned swordsmanship well when he was young. There are not many swordsmen in the surrounding villages. Most of them are busy with their lives and have no intention of learning these things that only noble gentlemen have time to learn.With this sword skill, Eric can overwhelm others.

It wasn't until he arrived in the city that he realized that his sword skills were nothing at all.Those young masters who grew up in the manor have been taught by sword masters since they were young. They don't need to work every day, they just need to practice horse riding and fencing every day... How can he compare?He couldn't even compare to a manservant from a manor.

The valet was just an average beta.

The servant put away the sword and laughed at him on the spot, and the people around him also pointed, laughing at him that an alpha would be no match for a beta.Eric was not as good as others, his face was burning, and he could only turn around in resentment, but his heart was still not fair.A few days later, he gave the manservant another duel book. The manservant regarded him as his defeated opponent and went happily, but he never thought that Eric's sword was actually poisoned, so he found a gap and gave him a sword. Forcibly poisoned him to death.

He buried the man, saying only that he had killed him in a duel.The duel was originally meant to be a fight to the death, but the other party's wife had no choice but to admit it even though she was crying.

Elizabeth still heard about it at the village tavern.At that time Eric had drunk a few bottles of wine and was already a little drunk. He talked and laughed with his companions, obviously taking this event as a great deed.

But from the ears of an alpha like Elizabeth, he has been underestimated since then.

What alpha advocates is the supreme power, and has always relied on its own strength to conquer people. When it is possible to use force, it will never waste time using words.Because of this, she looked down upon Eric from the bottom of her heart, who was unable to beat him and resorted to such insidious means, and was even ashamed to admit that the other party was an alpha of the same gender as herself.

How can such a person be worthy of Father Tris?

The female alpha put her hand on the sword, thinking about the gloomy look on the other side's face when she mentioned the priest, she felt ridiculous again.

If a person like a priest is not sheltered by the church, there will be thousands of admirers behind him.What kind of thing is Eric, and he is even worthy of treating the priest as something in his pocket?

"It's just a clown, maybe he was really possessed by a demon." She patted the ashes on her shoulders casually, and then said to her companion, "Let's go, go back quickly—it's time to pray after dinner, I don't want to miss."

The prayer after dinner was still full of people.Under the towering vault of the church, the young Father Tris stood in the colorful shadows cast by the rose window, holding the cross tightly in his hand, and leading the villagers to pray to the Almighty Lord.

The prayer was extremely long, and it took Du Yunting only a few minutes to recite it.He licked his dry lips, and said: "Dear Lord, I love you more than my own life, thank you for expressing the ultimate love of the Father to me with the love on the cross. I am willing to touch you every day To your heart, to live in your will, let me be your beloved disciple, always close to your chest, and listen to your slightest voice..."

Everyone in the church closed their eyes and clasped their hands.Therefore, none of them had ever seen a light golden light suddenly appear in those eyes on the statue.

The god sits on the temple, looking solemnly at the world.

He saw the little disciple through the eyes of the statue.The little believer stood in the afterglow reflected by the rose window, a small shadow cast on his cheek.He held the cross tightly, opened and closed his lips slightly, and said the prayer softly.The thin white neck hangs slightly, and thin light blue blood vessels can be seen on it.

God only took one look, then looked away.He clenched the scepter in his hand tightly, and the huge force came overwhelmingly, and it was so heavy that it severely suppressed the fluctuations in his heart.

"Amen."

After the last prayer, the villagers all turned around, and the stream of people walked out towards the door.Only Eric passed through the crowd and walked straight towards Du Yunting, staring at him with blue eyes, and said, "Father, I have something to confess to you."

"Eric."

Father Tris paused for a moment, and then answered him gently: "You have repented many times. As I said, you have not committed any mistakes. ——The wise Lord will forgive you."

Reluctantly, Eric had already been stimulated today, and he didn't move his feet. He said stubbornly: "I made a mistake!"

He stared at the priest's face and said in a low voice: "Father, I can no longer put my heart elsewhere. I want to confess to you that I think about the same thing every moment, and I can't even concentrate on labor— —I want to know, what kind of soul is lucky enough to be favored by you, and even regard the other party as the person in your heart?"

The god on the throne suddenly turned his gaze back and stared intently.

--coming.

Du Yunting knew a long time ago that those words could not scare the other party.Father Tris didn't leave the door, so he couldn't get to know others at all. Besides, everyone in the village knew that he served the Lord faithfully and only had the Lord in his heart.In this case, he could only fool Eric, who was in a state of confusion at the time, and when the other party came to his senses, he would definitely come to ask him.

He seemed helpless, and sighed slightly.

Eric took a step closer to him with his boots on, and his voice became more urgent: "Please be sure to give me some guidance."

He stared intently at the priest's lips.

"Of course," the priest said softly, "I naturally have the obligation to give you advice..."

There was a slight blush on his cheeks.The red was very conspicuous on his fair cheeks, like dewy petals.

God sat up straight.

"Of course I have a sweetheart," Father Triss said, "In fact, you should too."

"—I have already regarded the Almighty Lord as the only master of my soul and my body."

That's the hell.

But who made Du Yun feel guilty? He just made the god like this and that yesterday, and the whole process can be said to be indescribable.But there is a god in this world. In Du Yunting's imagination, the other party should be similar to the crucified Jesus, both thousands of years old.

Can not afford to offend.

Du Yunting still wanted to have a good time in this world, so he deliberately pretended to flatter in front of the statue.

"My heart can only be at peace when I get close to the Lord. Almighty Lord! I only miss him and love him only. I would like to completely open my soul to him and invite him to enter the throne of my heart—my Father God!"

A long section of rainbow fart, the cadence of the spray is full of sincerity.Du Yun stopped to glance at the image in his eyes, wondering if he heard it?

This kind of words must not be missed, like yesterday's [-]th touch or something, just listen to it.Don't take it to heart, old man.

God slightly closed his eyes, listening to this long series of words, he seemed to find it a little funny.

Eric's face was green and pale, as if he felt unreasonable, but he also breathed a sigh of relief.It is better to yearn for God the Father, whom you can never have, than to yearn for someone who does exist, who might be a step closer to the Father.He took a breath out of his mouth, only to notice that the priest frowned slightly uncomfortably, as if he was not used to being so close to an alpha, and put his hands on the holy water platform.

Alpha's attraction to omega is natural, they are conquerors and predators, and omega is patient and giver.This is the role God set for human beings when He created them.Eric looked a little better, and deliberately raised his hand to make the breath more intense.If they were real, they would eagerly pounce on and caress the shell wrapped under the holy black robe, and poke in along the edge of the robe.

Du Yunting frowned even more.He was not used to having such a strong sheep smell on people, as if he had just come out of the sheep pen.He paused, and said politely: "Then, I will go ahead."

Eric called him from behind: "Father!"

The little priest turned his head, and his eyes collided with his.The young man's eyes were scorching hot, as if he was planning some idea, shining with the light of determination.He paused, and said in a low voice: "I wish you a good sleep.—May you have me in your dreams."

The priest seemed shocked, ignored his words, and hurried back to his room along the road.The black robe rolled up with his movements was like a wave, following his footsteps.

Eric squinted his eyes for a long time, until the slender figure completely disappeared from his sight, then he raised his eyebrows and smiled slightly.

He forgot.

Father Tris is an omega.

An omega that can be easily owned by him without the inhibitor, why does he need to think of other ways?

If he finds the right time, he can even make the priest take off his robe in the church, and fill the genital cavity of his believers with those hot and dirty things under the watchful eyes of the Lord.

Eric's blood boiled just thinking about it.He walked out of the church door and decided to meet his old friend who had some medicine in his hand.

After returning to his room, Du Yunting took off his holy robe and put it on the back of the chair.

In the evening, the changed clothes will be placed in a straw basket and placed in front of the door.There is no need for Du Yunting to do it himself, there will naturally be someone arranged by the Holy See to clean his changed clothes.However, the new clothes he brought were still of the same style, exactly the same black color, and Du Yunting wrapped them up again, feeling as if he hadn't changed at all.

He tugged at the corner of his robe, took down the book on the bedside, and read it while lying on the bed.There is a bouquet of flowers beside the book, dotted with small white flowers, which has a delicate and lonely beauty. It was found at the door of the church after he came back from a walk in the village, and it should have been given to him by some villager.Du Yunting picked it up, cut off the overgrown branches and leaves, and put it into the bottle carefully.

The system glanced twice and found that the host was not reading the scriptures, but looking at the gender data of this world.

[There are so few omegas...] Du Yunting crossed his legs, suddenly feeling like a rare animal.

The system said: [Yes. 】

Du Yunting turned another page and called out to it.

[Little Six. 】

7777 didn't really want to be called that.

[Little Six,] its host continued, [Look, in this world, male omega can have children. 】

7777 rolled the eyes of the dead fish, 【Yes, I saw it. 】

The pregnant male omega in the village has a big belly.

Du Yunting giggled, his tone sounded like a human trafficker abducting children, [little six, if you want me to be your father, this may be your only chance. 】

7777: […]

No, don't even think about it!

[Why don't you want to? ] It's a pity for Du Yunting, 【I will definitely be a good father. 】

You have the ability to repay the debt you owed beforehand——7777 subconsciously wanted to answer this sentence, and suddenly remembered that the other party is now a person who has two points left and has changed from a loss to a profit state. This sentence is obviously not applicable .It paused, and then said, 【Can you afford it? 】

These four words are quite cruel, piercing the heart with an arrow.

Du Yun stopped to think about it, and realized that he really couldn't afford it.In fact, if he hadn't left early in the last world, he might still be in debt at this time...

The system sneered at him.

A butt of debt is not a quantifier here in Du Yunting, but a causal relationship.

Isn't it just a debt owed by the ass.

In fact, it is impossible for Father Tris to have children.After becoming an adult at the age of 16, he has been using inhibitors for three consecutive years. These inhibitors have already entered his blood and changed part of his genes.Even if he was marked after that, there was no way he would have given birth to a child.

To a certain extent, this is also to ensure the priest's loyalty to the Lord.

Du Yunting touched his stomach repeatedly, and said sadly: [There will be no small systems inside...]

7777 almost roared: [Everyone said don't even think about it! 】

I can't be your son even if you kill me!

The host had no choice but to put his hand down angrily.

If it's not right, then it's not right, so why are you being so irritable?He educated 7777, [There is a friendliness in the socialist core values.Be nice and don't act like you're a sociopath. 】

7777: [Hehe. 】

You have the face to say that you forced me?

It urged Du Yunting, 【Go to sleep, don't talk nonsense. 】

This time, its host was quite obedient and got into the quilt immediately.The system was surprised that he actually listened to his own words, and then heard Du Tongsu vaguely say: [Maybe I can still dream of Mr. Gu...]

7777: […]

understood.

The power of Mr. Gu.

Sure enough, Du Yunting dreamed about Mr. Gu again.Only this time, Mr. Gu behaved even more strangely than last time, without even looking at him, he said flatly, "I won't protect a lying child."

Du Yun stopped in the temple, feeling aggrieved.

When did he lie?

He still wanted to lie down on the man's knee, but Mr. Retrospect did not allow him to lie down. There was an invisible resistance between the two of them, no matter how hard Du Yunting tried, he couldn't get down on the ground.

"If you serve me, then serve me with all your heart—"

With cold fingers, the little priest's chin was lifted up, and the god's pale golden pupils stared at him, as if they could see through his heart and understand all his thoughts.

"Otherwise, don't say words of mere admiration."

Du Yunting shuddered, thinking in horror, his dream is really advancing with the times.

The rainbow farts he blows casually during the day can actually be used as lines in his dreams.

He judged for himself: "I'm not lying. Whether it's the second brother or uncle, they are all alone. The only person I like is Mr. Gu..."

God frowned even tighter, and looked at him steadfastly, without saying a word.Immediately with a wave of the sleeve, Du Yunting suddenly woke up from this dream, as if he had been pushed hard by someone, and sat down on the ground in embarrassment, grinning his teeth in pain.

Damn it.What kind of dream is he dreaming?

Why did Mr. Gu still lose his temper with him in the dream?

Du Yunting was stumped by Monk Zhang Er.He stood up straight, completely awakened by the sudden fall, and rubbed his tailbone a little aggrieved.Before he finished kneading, he suddenly heard movement outside the church, as if someone was knocking on the door hastily outside.

"Father, Father Tris!"

"Father, my father is sick—go and see him, you alone can save him!"

Du Yun heard the voice, it was a beta boy in the village, only 13 years old.He put on the holy robe, stepped out, opened the door, and the young man who knocked the door stood outside, apparently never thinking that he actually called out the priest, staring at him in a daze.

Father Triss had no hair tied.Light blond hair undulating along his figure, like a golden waterfall.It was night at this time, but the hair still shone brightly, as if the priest himself was the light.

He stood there in a daze, speechless for a while, unable to speak a word.The warm and sweet breath enveloped him, he opened his mouth slightly, and took a few breaths subconsciously.

Until the priest said, "Where is the man?"

The boy finally came to his senses, and hurriedly led him to the village, "This way, please!"

It was pitch black in the woods, only relying on the little light from the lamp in the boy's hand.The two hurriedly walked, and when they reached the door, they could already hear the painful wailing of the people inside.The man was lying on the bed rolling over, a huge abscess grew on his chest, and there seemed to be a face inside, with a big hideous mouth smiling at people.

When 7777 saw it suddenly, he was taken aback, and subconsciously muttered a few words about the core values ​​of socialism.

【Prosperity, democracy, civilization and harmony...】

Du Yunting also frowned slightly.He didn't say anything, just took the holy water as the original owner remembered it, and splashed it on that area.He slowly stroked his head with his hand, reciting prayers in a low voice, actually feeling a little nervous in his heart.

According to the memory of the original owner, at this time, the Lord should bestow his strength.

Du Yunting was not sure if the Lord was still willing to lend him his strength.After all, he is the first believer in the world to sing the little yellow song to the lead...

He held his breath and waited for a while, when suddenly he felt a heat in his palm.Some invisible person held his hand and moved slowly over the sore.Following the movement, the wound was covered with feather-like soft and gentle light. After a while, the sore screamed and opened its mouth wide, and its facial features became hideous.It stared, and gradually turned to ashes in the air, leaving only a light, almost invisible scar.

God stood beside him, covering his fingers.

The boy kept watching, until he saw his father opened his eyes again, and then wept with joy.He hugged his family and thanked Father Tris one after another, "Thank you!...Thank you! The Lord will remember your merits..."

Du Yunting didn't ask him to thank him again, but said softly: "Feed him some water, he's fine now."

The young man hurriedly went to fetch water for his father, then stopped and said to Du Yun: "Father Tris, wait for me a moment, I will send you back right away."

I don't know if it was his illusion, but Father Tris seemed to be stronger than before.In the past, Father Tris would turn pale after treating people; but now, even after he had just fought against such a bad sore, he still looked unchanged, and seemed to be very relaxed.

Father Tris shook his head and refused to see him off.

"You still need to take care of your father," the priest said, pulling up the wide hood, which covered most of his face, leaving only a small white chin, "I'll just go back by myself."

The boy looked hesitant, obviously worried about letting the priest walk such a night road alone.

"Nothing," said the priest, "I just walked this way today."

The boy stopped insisting and handed the lamp into his hands.Father Tris walked out of the door wrapped in a holy robe alone, and walked into the dark night.

He still walked along the way he came, but for some reason, he walked further and further into the depths of the woods.Du Yunting had no choice but to stop, looking suspiciously at the surrounding scenery.

He is a person with a strong memory, and he will not make the mistake of going the wrong way.But the fir trees in front of me seemed to come out of the same mold, tall and straight, and nothing special could be discerned.

Du Yunting had no choice but to continue walking forward.Those trees seemed to make way for him, and slowly guided him to walk in one direction. The stones on the road rolled first, and countless plants and trees turned their leaves towards him, as if See him off and salute him.

I don't know how long I walked, the path came to an end.

The stone that rolled away first touched Du Yunting's shoe.He raised his head and finally saw something.

—It was a grave.

Du Yun stopped staring at the grave for a long time.

Seeing that he was not moving, the round-headed stone rolled twice again, bumping against his toes repeatedly, as if silently urging him.

Could it be, won't...

He said to 7777: [This means, shouldn't it be asking me to dig a grave? 】

The system that is reciting the socialist core values: […]

No, it doesn't allow it!

Put down your ready to move hands!

The author has something to say: God: I have never seen a child who dared to lie to me in front of me.

First brother, then uncle.

Where did this Mr. Gu come from?

Counseling: ...