Chapter 800: Meow ...... Whew- (Page 1/1)

The Pope looked at Amy, his clear and wise eyes were full of appreciation and praise, and he was not half unhappy because of Amy's refusal.

"Yes, even if you don't become a goddess, you will still be a great person, protect your father." The Pope looked at Amy with a smile, paused slightly, and continued, "But if you become a Pope, you can protect all good humans and let them be sheltered. ”

"Kind people?" Amy's face showed a hint of thought, thought for a while, looked up at the Pope and said, "But, have you sheltered them?" ”

The smile on the Pope's face faded, but Amy's gaze deepened.

The little guy asked, when did the angles become so tricky. McGonagall glanced at Amy with some surprise, her eyes full of appreciation, and her ability to see at a glance whether there was something strange hidden in the flatbread thrown by others was undoubtedly very good.

However, McGonagall looked at the Pope with some vigilance, and although the Pope, who was known for being a good man, did not show the slightest hostility from beginning to end, no one could guarantee that he would be annoyed by Amy's question.

Because the current church is obviously not capable of sheltering the good people, they now need to worry about how to keep the last of the Carlo churches.

The expression on Luna's face was also a little worried, although the church was in decline, she didn't hear stories about the church from her grandfather when she was a child, and even her grandfather would bow respectfully when he saw the pope, an old man who was respected by many people.

The Pope was silent for a while, looked at Amy's voice and said in a slightly low voice: "I used to try to protect them, but one day I found that what I did hurt them more or brought them more pain, so I chose to be a wait-and-see and not let the church get too involved in the lives of ordinary people." ”

"If your help makes them more miserable, it must be that you have not found the right way, and you cannot say that it is wrong for you to help them, and you should correct the way, and you should not choose to run away." Amy frowned and said with some pity, "Isn't it cruel to those kind people if they pray for your help, but you ignore them?" ”

The Pope's eyes gradually lit up, and he stood up unconsciously, looking up slightly at the dome that cast golden light, his eyes flickering a little.

"Father, did I say something wrong?" Amy whispered in McGonagall's ear.

McGonagall shook her head and smiled, "No, Amy said it well. ”

No one here would be able to say such a thing to the Pope.

The Pope withdrew his gaze from the dome, looked down at Amy, and asked kindly, "Little girl, what is your name?" ”

"Amy." Amy's crisp answer.

"Amy, whether you want it now or not, the position of the goddess will always be reserved for you, and if one day you are willing to join the church, I will crown you emperor." The Pope raised his eyes and looked out of the main hall, his eyes sharpened, and he said with a smile: "And I, it's time for the church to do what it needs to do again." ”

Amy turned her head to look at the pair of pale golden wings behind her, and said a little tangled, "What about these wings?" If I refuse, do I need to give it back to you? ”

She loved the feeling of flying, and it was so much fun that she didn't have to expend the slightest amount of magical energy.

The Pope shook his head slightly, and said with a smile: "This is God's blessing to you, only God can take it back, you are God's chosen one, and God will not choose wrong." ”

Amy had a happy smile on her face, "Wow, then you must thank God for me, I love these wings." ”

The Pope smiled and nodded, then sat back down.

McGonagall and Luna bowed respectfully to the Pope, then turned around and walked out of the hall with Amy and the Ugly Duckling in their arms.

The heavy wooden door slowly closed behind them, and the exquisite wood carvings on the door were just as solemn and solemn as this hall brought to people.

Amy and McGonagall spoke, flapped their wings and flew out of McGonagall's arms, deftly weaving through the trees, two little silver pigtails swaying gently up and down, and the laughter of silver bells rang out in the church.

Many missionaries came to the window and looked at Amy, who was flying in the garden, and the pair of little golden wings behind her, and there was a look of surprise in their eyes.

Some of the older priests could not hide their excitement on their faces, clasped their hands together and prayed softly.

"Meow!"

The ugly duckling runs on the ground, trying to catch up with Amy.

"Ugly duckling, do you want to come up and play for a while?"

Amy suddenly hovered in mid-air, looked down at the ugly duckling and said with a smile.

"Meow!"

The ugly duckling was startled, his feet slipped, and he planted his head directly into a pile of dead leaves, and his whole head was stuck in the leaves, and then he remained motionless in this position.

"Even if you play dead, it's useless." The devil's voice rang out in its ears, and the ugly duckling tried to dig its head deeper into the leaves, like an ostrich that had its head stuck in the sand but its butt exposed, and then Amy pulled it out of the pile of leaves with a brush.

Amy brought the ugly duckling in front of her, looked at it with a serious face and said, "Although you are an ugly duckling now, you have to remember that you will become a white swan in the future, if you are even afraid of Gao, do you want to be a white swan running on the ground?" ”

"Meow Meow~"

The ugly duckling blinked aggrievedly with big blue eyes, and tears were already rolling in his eyes, like a scared child.

"Come on, you can." Amy rubbed the cat's head, and with a flap of the small wings on her back, her figure instantly rose up.

"Meow...... Whew-"

McGonagall looked at the ugly duckling who was so frightened that she screamed out of the husky, and while she was pitiful, she wanted to laugh even more, and couldn't help but think in her heart: "Could it be that the ugly duckling and Xiao Zi have the same Erha blood?" ”

After letting Amy play for a while, McGonagall saw that more and more missionaries were paying attention to Amy, so she beckoned to Amy, "Millet, come down, we should go." ”

Amy swooped down from the sky with her eyes closed in her arms, and landed just in McGonagall's arms again, the big smile on her face contrasting with the ugly duckling with tears in the corners of her eyes.

"Woo...... Meow~" The ugly duckling opened his eyes and looked at Amy with some grievances, and opened his mouth to scream.

"Ugly duckling, you're doing well, I'll take you to the sky every day in the future." Amy smiled and rubbed the ugly duckling's head.

"Meow—"

The ugly duckling rolled his eyes and fell unconscious in Amy's arms.

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