The believer shook his shoulders and immediately made a choice between dying here with Tan Sang or taking care of the ugly and smelly little slave.

He prayed sincerely, "Honorable Goddess, it is my honor to do something for you. ”

Tan Sang glanced at him with satisfaction.

Give him a gadget at hand, which is a reward.

The believer hesitated at the door of Tan Sang's room, and struggled for a long time before entering.

As soon as I entered, I was amazed by the magnificence inside.

Light filled the room.

There are countless treasures inside, and the soft blankets on the ground are all excellent flying magic weapons.

As we walked forward, there were rows of bookshelves.

The books on it are all magic books that are about to go out of print, but it can be seen that someone takes care of them from time to time.

The believer suddenly noticed something under his feet and looked down.

My good boy.

This is actually tenth-order magic.

There are a total of fifteen orders in the magic world, and except for the original Dragon King His Royal Highness, almost no one has exceeded the twelfth order.

The goddess, who was only nineteen years old, had actually begun to study the tenth-order magic book.

You must know that the high priest, as the first genius in history, only began to practice tenth-order magic at the twenty-fifth level.

Sure enough, it was their most powerful goddess, a goddess on the first day of today,

As a junior magician, the Holy Light can help with cultivation.

It's of little use to Tan Sang.

The believer thought to himself that if he could live in such a room and have such a holy light, he would never be able to use it up for the rest of his life.

The priestess's room was big and well stocked.

The believer walked inside for a long time before he found the bruised slave.

Looking at this strange dress, he knew that it was made by the goddess.

The believer cautiously approached, untying the slave's clothes little by little.

In the dim light, dense scars adhered to the scales, spreading all the way down the graceful curved muscles, evil and beautiful.

Suddenly, a pair of blood-red eyes opened.

The surging heavy storm, rather violent and cruel eyes staring at the believers.

The believer stepped back suddenly, but remembered his mission: "Don't make an expression as if I've done something to you." ”

He spoke with a swagger: "If it weren't for the goddess who took a fancy to your broken body, I wouldn't have taken care of you." ”

There seemed to be frost and snow in the eyes of the little slave, and it was terrible to look at.

The believer took another step back.

But if you think about it carefully, the goddess must have taken a fancy to this little slave and let him take care of it.

After all, the preferences of the goddess are simply not flattering.

So there's nothing wrong with him saying that.

In the quiet room, the believers and the little slaves looked at each other.

In the end, the believer still felt unbroken about the little slave in front of him who looked terrible and did not want him to take off his clothes and take medicine.

Suddenly he remembered what Master Kerberry had told him to do.

He had told Mistress Kerberg when he had asked him to come here to take care of the little slave.

I thought that Lord Keberg would be very angry, because in their eyes, Keberg liked the goddess.

Lord Cokerberry laughed when he heard this, and he had a look on his sister's face that he had finally thought about it.

Then he gave him a lot of things, which he mysteriously said must be useful.

So the believers took out a series of things in order to accomplish the task.

Big red rose petals, as soon as the believer opened them, the flowers all covered the room, a golden bracelet and something strange.

Finally, there's a piece of clothing.