"Bang!"

The sound of something collapsing suddenly came from the inner room, and the three of them looked at the door of the inner room at the same time, Yang Qinglan was about to get up to see what was going on, when he heard a sound of footsteps coming from inside. Yes) ?meaning) ?thinking) ?book) ?yard)

Michael walked out of it with a black face, still draped in a robe that was used to hide his breath.

"Huh? When did you get back? ”

"Dad, are you going to leave me alone?"

“…… Yes? ”

"I think you're just going to don't want me!"

Yang Qinglan was confused, and she didn't understand what this kid was suddenly talking about.

And...... Father??

This is the first time she has heard him shout like this since they played the father-son relationship, and she used to shout "Father" awkwardly at most, and she was never serious when she was still playing tricks.

What was he inspired by?

"How do you say that? When did I say I didn't want you anymore? ”

Michael pursed his mouth, raised his right hand, pointed to the two people who had changed their faces because of his appearance, and said loudly: "They came to me, I see that you have been asking and asking, just planning to send me back!" ”

This hapless boy!

Yang Qinglan sighed, knowing that it was inevitable to do it today.

In order to suppress Ronte's nature, she doesn't know how much time she spends in her heart every day, "I'm a gentle professor, not an old pervert", but even so, once stimulated, it is still easy to break the work, and it takes at least 20 minutes to find the state after the work.

Michael's words just now, as long as his brain turns a little faster, he can hear that something is wrong, and no matter how smart he is, he can directly associate it with the Holy Son.

If the person who came was a man of action, such as Rond's original body, I am afraid that at this time, regardless of whether Galmy was Michael or not, he would have already done it first.

The two men, of course, were not Ronte, but they were not fools either, and at the same time as they heard Michael's words, they got up from their seats and surrounded him.

"Calmy...... Classmate, what do you mean by what you just said, can you explain it? ”

Michael glanced at the two of them, ignored them directly, and continued to stare at "Tenro": "You say! Are you going to send me back?! ”

Although the two of them moved, Yang Qinglan still sat in the position and did not move, but looked like a helpless father with a rogue son, sighing and saying, "Where can you go back now?" ”

"You just want to send me back!"

"Calmy ......"

"I don't want to go back!" Michael glared angrily at the two people who were about to come in front of him, "Go back and tell Bailey, master, no matter whether I am clean or not, I can't go back to the Holy See, that hellish place is all crazy!" I've had enough! ”

As soon as the person who had just vaguely guessed heard this, he immediately confirmed the identity of the person in front of him, and at the same time reached out and pressed it on his wrist, and the ordinary contact terminal turned into two divine scepters in the blink of an eye, and it really looked like a clergyman in his hand.

"Your Highness, since you have fled from Ronte, why don't you return to the Holy See? Has your soul rebelled against God? ”

"Hah! God? Bailey's old thing and old thinking are rigid, I made up the oracles of the previous years, am I a god? No kidding! ”

"How can this be!! Michael the Traitor!! We will not allow you to tarnish God's reputation in such a way! Kneel down and repent now, or we will cleanse your filthy soul! ”

"Purify me?" Michael's expression suddenly became a little strange, as if he was looking at two talking monkeys, "Do you know who my dad is?" ”

The two of them were stunned, and they didn't realize what he was talking about.

The Holy Sons of the Holy See are all chosen from among the Holy Babies who have left their parents since birth, they have no father or mother, they are children of God, how can they say "my father"?

But wait, it seems that he did call someone "Dad" just now?

…… Professor Turnroe?

The two of them turned around in hindsight, only to find that "Ternro", who was still sitting in the position just now, was already standing behind them, although he still had a smile on his face, but he had bad intentions.

"You two, in my office, do you want to purify my son, with my consent?"

"Professor Tenro, Michael's fatherless and motherless is a child of God, and it is disrespectful for you to call him 'son'!"

"But he's not the Son now."

"That'...... too"

"My son asked you a question just now, don't you want to know the answer?"

"What......"

"Let's play a little word game!" The smile on Tenro's face deepened, and a pair of eyes narrowed into a thin slit, revealing a dangerous light, "Question, Calmi is Michael, so who is Tenro?" ”

Calmie, Michael.

Turnroe ...... Gauze... Ent??

The two of them stood on the spot as if struck by lightning, their hands holding the scepter trembling, and one of them couldn't even hold it steadily, and threw it to the ground.

"Rollo Rollo ......"

“Bingo！” Michael jumped behind "Ront" with a little devil's smile and grimaced at the two, "Or do you think I'm so stupid and so easy to admit my identity?" ”

Yang Qinglan glanced at him, only slightly loosening a trace of the suppression of Ront's nature, and that dangerous aura still made Michael, who was still proud just now, feel like he had been poured ice water.

Only then did he remember that "Turnro" was just Ronte's disguise, and the person in front of him was not a kind elder who would play father-son role play with him, and he was really a little carried away.

With a look to silence Michael, Yang Qinglan turned his gaze back to the two "students", tilted his head slightly, and fully let go of the suppression of Rond's nature.

Almost instantly, a huge and extremely aggressive aura enveloped the entire room, and the teacher's office, which was still warm and affectionate just now, turned into a hellish Shura field in an instant, and the two even had the illusion that they were in a sea of corpses and blood, and their legs collapsed to the ground as soon as they became weak.

Hiding behind "Ront" and not facing this terrifying pressure, Michael felt much better than the two, but he still inevitably had weak legs, and subconsciously reached out and grabbed something that could support him, and when he came back to his senses, he found that he was holding the hem of Ront's clothes, and quickly let go.

A foul smell permeated the room, and Michael stretched out his head to take a look, and found that it was the two people who were incontinent and soiled, not to mention the smell was disgusting, and immediately covered his nose and retracted his head.

Staring at the two men, "Ront" raised his eyebrows and pulled the corners of his mouth.

"How do you pay for my valuable carpet like this, you say?"

Half an hour later, Michael pushed the teaching aid cart out of the professor's office, and pushed the two large black packages with unknown bodies on the cart to an inaccessible corner as usual, and then discarded the packages and pushed the cart back.

Back in the office, the floors, walls and furniture that had been stained by filth and blood had been cleaned by the robot, and Ron was sitting on the couch with his eyes closed to adjust his state, returning to "Turnro" mode.

However, perhaps because of the excitement just now, his state adjustment did not seem to be as smooth as usual, he had been back and forth for more than an hour, and the feeling of the "old madman Ronte" on the sofa was still obvious, and the gentle and elegant belonging to Tenro had not yet appeared.

Standing in the doorway and hesitating for a moment, Michael decided not to disturb him yet, put the cart back in its place, and tiptoed towards the back room.

"Stop."

Michael froze and froze in place.

"Come here."

After a few seconds, Michael still didn't dare to disobey, and slowly moved to the opposite position of Ronte, and stood with his head bowed.

"Those two people, you didn't do anything to them, did you?"

"Nope."

"Not dead?"

"No, you've already given orders, how dare I do it......"

"That's good."

“……”

"I don't understand why I threw them out alive?"

“……”

"Two people who disappeared and two people who lost their minds and didn't remember anything are different concepts, I thought you had been a holy son for so many years, you should understand."

"I'm not ...... Exposure to these. ”

"Speaking of which, I haven't asked you, do you want to be a holy son?"

“……”

"I'm not sending you back, I'm just asking."

"I don't want to."

"Why?"

"It's all a lie."

"What's a lie?"

"It's all a lie!

The Codex, the Pope, the Holy See, and the Gods! All! Including myself! ”

"So you deny the canon, the Holy See, or even yourself?"

"I'm just denying the Son!"

"But what can you do if you don't become a holy son?"

“……”

"The reason why I invited you to be a professor of religious studies is because I fancy the religious knowledge you have learned in the Holy See, and the reason why I took you away from the battlefield instead of destroying you on the spot is also because you have a different meaning from others.

Admit it, you can't do anything but the Son right now. ”

Michael raised his head sharply and stubbornly looked at the person in front of him: "I'm still alive!" You can learn a lot in the future! ”

"You live because I let you live, and the premise of letting you live is that you have a special status in Saint-Åland, and now you deny your meaning in Saint-Åland, and deny the past, which is equivalent to removing this premise, so why do I still let you live? Especially since you deliberately revealed my identity just now. ”

“…… I can continue to be your son in the future, better than all your other sons! ”

"Hahaha!!" Ron laughed, and the disguise that he had managed to recover a little just now broke down again, making his expression look extremely hideous, "Young man, do you know what my son does?" ”

Michael trembled as if he remembered something, and involuntarily took a half step back.

"If you're not good, you can survive, and if you're good, I can't help but want to devour their **, so you're inviting me to enjoy you?"

“…… Not ......"

"Look, after all, you are nothing but a mascot-like son under the patronage of the Holy See, so why do you deny yourself the only value of existence?

The wise will maximize their own value, and the stupid will deny their own value and think that they have nothing.

So, Michael, you are really stupid. ”