Living up to the name of genius, this sentence is just right to describe Milo, no matter how hard she tries and how she proves it, everyone can see that only her talent is her.

Geniuses deserve the attention and affection of their teachers, as well as the jealousy and disgust that make them feel like falling into an ice cave.

She didn't get any friends in the college of this church, and she was only alone at all times, and her classmates called her nothing more than a ruined dog, an orphan, a bitch, and then left satisfied.

It's not that Milo didn't want to resist, but it's easy to say, but it's quite difficult to execute, although her magic ability is considered a fund, but there are too many people who are hostile to her, of course, Desdemona's dog legs are only a small part.

After a day of torment, Milo lay in bed exhausted, she was too tired.

His head was in chaos and he was about to fall asleep, when a burst of laughter suddenly came to Milo's ear: "Hehehe, guess what I found? ”

"Who are you?" the sudden voice startled Milo.

"Don't be so afraid, my little cutie, but you did ask a good question, I think about how to answer, um~ your savior, how is it, are you satisfied?"

"You, who the hell are you?" but Milo's body was still tense, and his mouth repeated the previous question again.

But this made Pasya a little dissatisfied: "Your reaction is not cute at all, but it doesn't matter now, you can call me Pasya." ”

"Pasya?" Milo tilted her head, then repeated her name on one side.

"Yes, but you should be glad that you're talking to God right now. For some reason, there seemed to be some joy in Pasya's tone.

"Is Pasya a god?" said Milo, sitting up and looking around, looking for Pasya's figure.

"Don't look for it, if a god can be seen casually, it's not a god, you know?" Although it was a reminder, Pasya's tone was more provocative.

"Oh. Milo silently responded.

This made Path can't help but let out a "tsk", but she seems to suddenly remember something: "Oh, by the way, although I have asked before, I still have to ask again, you, do you want revenge?"

Milo was stunned, she really didn't know how to answer.

But in a moment, Pasya had already received her answer: "I understand, then study magic first, accumulate more energy, and let me take care of the rest." ”

"Will you still disappear?" Milo asked reluctantly, the first person at the academy to talk to her well.

Perhaps, it was the first god to talk to her?

However, Pasya looked a little helpless, and then corrected seriously: "Hey, this is not called disappearing, it is called temporary sleep, mainly because my few strengths have been exhausted." ”

"So, give you enough energy and you won't disappear?" Milo asked again after receiving an answer.

However, Pasya is not too troublesome, she has been sleeping for tens of thousands of years, and it is not easy for someone to speak, and it can be regarded as a relief: "Theoretically, this is true, but the strength I need is quite large. ”

"I, I'll try. Receiving an affirmative answer, Milo's tone was full of determination.

This made Pasya smile too, heh, it's really easy to use.

"Alright, I have to go on a big business, you go to sleep first, and I'll be back in a moment. Pasya left a few words, and the room fell silent again.

Milo, on the other hand, continued to nest quietly in the warm quilt, tossing and turning, and it was a little difficult to sleep.

In the blink of an eye, Pasya was in the courtyard at the back of the church, where the Pope and the church's daily working priests lived.

Her goal this time is to kill the Pope, as he is currently the only person who can threaten her.

However, she is now disembodied and theoretically unable to harm anyone.

But don't forget who she is, Pasya, the god of disease and plague.

Of course, with the meagre amount of power she had now recovered, it was obviously impossible to kill him directly, and at most it would only stimulate chronic toxins.

But that's enough.

He silently chanted a few words, and with a wave of his hand, a cloud of green energy flew directly into the Pope's body.

But the Pope was not so vulnerable, and his keen sense of magic allowed him to detect the anomaly when Pasya was singing, and then subconsciously propped up a shield by his side.

However, in the end, it was still a step too slow, and the Pope only blocked half of Pasya's power, and the rest invaded his body.

Spat out a mouthful of black blood, he fell straight to the back, and as he fell, his hand waving wildly accidentally touched the table where he placed his scriptures.

This caused all the scriptures on the table to fall, and at the same time made a lot of noise.

It was this move that startled Tel Aviv, who was already ready to fall asleep next door to the Pope.

He didn't even bother to put on his robe, ran out barefoot, turned his head and stopped directly in front of the Pope's door: "Your Majesty, what happened?"

Tel Aviv asked, knocking the door of the pope's room.

No one responded for a long time, which made him feel that something was wrong, and in his anxiety, he kicked the luxurious wooden door open directly, and after rushing in, he saw the Pope who fell to the ground at a glance.

Seeing that the Pope was still breathing, Tel Aviv quickly picked up the Pope's staff and began to apply healing magic to him in a panic, although he was not sure if it had any effect

And Pasya, who was outside the window, clapped her hands with satisfaction, and quickly left.

Fortunately, the magic still had some effect, although the Pope's breathing was still disordered, but the blood gushing from his mouth had been stopped, and he was relieved for the time being, and Tel Aviv struggled to carry the Pope to the bed.

Seriously, he's not really the material for manual work.

When he had done this, he called all the priests in a loud voice.

"Look at the Pope, remember, never leave an inch. Tel Aviv gave the order in a cold voice, and then quickly returned to the room and put on his robes.

"The Pope's life must be saved," he thought, and Tel Aviv galloped downstairs, mounted his horse, and hurried towards the palace.

The priest could not handle the current situation at all, and could only pin his hopes on the doctors in the palace.

In the darkness of night, Tel Aviv rushed to the palace.