Following Pat's line of sight, Rossiel also looked at the plate of food that she had almost forgotten. Her mind raced to try to explain why they didn't get into her stomach.

"I'm not too hungry, so I haven't eaten much."

When she finished, her stomach sang a tune against her. Even though she didn't want to eat, her body still needed to eat.

Pat stared at her face, and she looked down at her fingers, as if she had suddenly become very interested in them.

"Is there anything wrong with the food they make?" As the leader of the "Divine Messenger", Pat also knows a lot about all kinds of curves and curves, "Can't you eat it?" ”

"No, no, no." Rosille hurriedly shook her head, "The food is normal, I just ...... I just didn't really want to eat, and now I'm hungry. ”

With that, the girl jumped out of bed, and then twisted the muscles of her face uncontrollably - she was so nervous that she forgot the pain on her body.

She couldn't expect the other party not to see it, because the other party was a veteran who had also been through many battles, and his observation skills would not be much worse. But Pat's reaction was far more intense than she had imagined, and he stood up straight from his chair and reached out to grab her arm.

"What's going on?" His smile disappeared from his face, and the aura of murder that would have been displayed in the face of the enemy came to his face, "They have punished you?" ”

Rossiel suspects that if she answers "yes," Morfi will be added to the church's blacklist.

"No, it's not."

She sighed helplessly, and now she could only tell Pat about her condition.

After some explanation, Pat's face still did not improve, which made Roselle's heart flutter again. She didn't know what annoyed the other party, and it stands to reason that the process of her injury had nothing to do with the other party - except for the "blessing" he gave her.

Before Pat and the others were about to collect the Goddess's breath, Pat took the initiative to talk to her, much to her flatterment. Pat had agreed with her that he would give his answer after Roses's matter was settled—yes, he would admit her feelings and give a serious answer.

So, they won't bring up the topic again until the matter is settled.

Knowing how dangerous Roselle's part of the job was, Pat protected her in his own way. The premise that the answer can be given is that they all survived this incident, he is a "divine messenger" with special abilities, but Rossiel is just an ordinary person.

"Do you want to put your life on the line for a 'traitor' who has already endangered your life?" There was a cold anger in Pat's tone, and strangely, there was no uneasiness in Rosier's heart, "It shouldn't be your label to be brave or unscrupulous, otherwise you wouldn't be the elite captain that Morfi is proud of." ”

"He needs to be alive to be able to provide us with more information." "I know I have your 'blessing' on me, and I believe it can protect me—the goddess isn't trying to attack me, it's just the fluctuation of their aura when they fight." ”

Pat looked at her with a frown, and Rossiel didn't back down in the slightest to give up her gaze. They froze with each other for more than ten seconds, and finally, Pat looked away with a hint of embarrassment.

"You should think about the unexpected that might happen." When he spoke again, Pat's tone had softened, "If the battle between the two gods had been more intense, the 'blessing' I had given would have been completely null and void. ”

"So I'm lucky that nothing happened." Rocsille shrugged, "Well, I know that sounds a bit irresponsible. Actually, I didn't think about it that much at the time, because it happened so suddenly. All I know is that I'm going to take my men back to Molfi's base and bring that bastard back for trial. ”

Roselle's answer seemed to leave Pat speechless, and he finally sighed silently and let go of the subject.

"So, until now, no one knows about your physical condition?"

"Except for myself, it's you." Rossiel nodded, affirming Pat's statement, "As I said earlier, the situation is special, and the injuries I received will not have any sequelae on my body, and I will be able to get timely treatment after the normal interrogation process is over." I just have to endure the pain for a while, which is nothing to me. When Molfi was first formed, Rosser and I had no less than experienced more vicious battles. ”

The interrogation room fell silent again, Pat immersed in his own thoughts, the chilling aura around him gone, but the smile did not return to his face. Rossiel couldn't judge his thoughts from his expression, so she simply took the opportunity to admire his appearance.

When they first met, she only knew that he was the leader of the "oracles" of the Church of Iop, so she decided that he was as strong as Rhine, and she had always respected and longed for powerful people.

However, Pat's inexplicable stupidity when he wasn't fighting soon destroyed her admiration for him.

So, she began to see him as a presence within her reach.

That's why she was moved by the act of salvation that would happen to everyone.

"What's wrong? Is there something on my face? Pat, who came back to his senses at some point, touched his face and asked inexplicably, "Why do you keep staring at me?" ”

Rossiel gave him an innocent and bright smile.

"No, it's just because you're good-looking." The girl cheekily said, "Don't forget, Pat, I'm after you." ”

Pat's momentarily panicked and embarrassed cheeks made Roselle laugh, and for the first time the girl didn't feel sorry for his reaction. Just now, she suddenly understood that the other party did not keep his distance because he didn't care about her, it was precisely because he cared about her feelings that he would maintain a relationship with her that stopped at being a friend now.

Her laughter didn't annoy Pat, and of course, the "divine messenger" leader had always been good-natured and would not be angry about such a trivial matter. Moreover, Rossile suddenly realized that her laughter had made the other party's mood less gloomy than before.

The person who was as warm as a spring day was quietly watching her, and she felt the heat gathering on her face. She struggled to stop laughing naturally and return to her usual normal expression.

"It looks like the time is almost up." Roselle's gaze drifted to another corner of the room, "You'd better sit away from me, lest they drag you in." ”

Pat tilted his head, and instead of taking Roselle's offer, he moved closer to her.

"Don't move." Pat stopped the girl's subconscious retreat, "Let me check your body, although you think it's okay, but you haven't experienced the damage caused by the gods, and they won't be exactly the same as the injuries you've suffered before." If something is not good, it is too late to save it. ”

His statement succeeded in causing Rossiel to hesitate. Without waiting for her consent, the clergy gathered a hazy ball of golden light in his hand, bringing it close to Rosiel's waist and abdomen.

This did not make her feel pain, and even produced a hint of warmth that made her comfortable. When Pat took it away, she could barely bear the indulgent pleasure.

"Good thing your instincts are right." Pat said mildly, "It was a strong shock, but it didn't deal a devastating blow to your bodily functions. But ......"

The unfinished words lifted Roselle's heart, and she looked nervously at Pat, waiting for his judgment to follow.

"I think you should take a little bit of it." Pat said lightly, "It's still going to have some effect on you, and you see, your appetite has deteriorated." And when the pain attacks, it can also make it difficult for you to breathe. It's not a disaster you deserve, Roselle. ”

This time, in her ears, his name was evoked by him with a different meaning.

Rossiel sighed in complexity, then shook her head.

"It's okay, I'll make it through." She pretended to be light-hearted and said, "It would be too contemptuous to ask to go to the infirmary now." ”

It seems that the clergy of the church are not able to understand what her self-esteem is insisting on, but that does not prevent him from respecting her choice.

"I know, I didn't mean to let you go to the infirmary."

The smile returned to Pat's face, but Rosier couldn't tell it to look like it was what she was used to. If you have to say it, it seems that there is a lot less "stupidity".

"And what do you mean?" Rossiel looked at him suspiciously, "You didn't make such a statement just to anger me, right?" You're a conscience-filled 'angel' and can't do anything like Lord Huck would do. ”

"Of course not." Pat dismissed her joking speculation with a smile, "It's not just Murphy's infirmary that can heal wounds, right?" ”

Rossiel spun her brain, which was praised by Fili's mercenary captains, and in fact, the answer to the question was so simple that she didn't dare believe it.

But as the leader of the "Divine Messenger", Pat's ability to act will not be doubted by anyone. A golden-white ball of light condensed in his palm, much larger than the previous one, and its form was not so blurry.

Pat stared at Rossiel up and down for a moment, then shook his head and pulled a small purse from his body. He shoved the ball of light into his purse—yes, it shoved the orb of light, which theoretically shouldn't have been disembodied, into that purse.

"This is a prop that Ciruo took out of the church's warehouse to store energy." He hung it around Rosier's neck, "I didn't think it fit my image, but Tsiroh insisted that I take it. As it turned out, she was quite a visionary. ”

The purse that had not changed in appearance exuded infinite warmth, which made Rossiel subconsciously press it to her chest.

"Wear it well." Pat patted her head with a smile, "It may not be as good as the orthodox treatment, but it will make you better." ”

Rossiel looked up at him, but she couldn't get the question out of her mind. Pat seemed to understand this, too, and then, he stood up.

"You'll have to live to the end, Roselle." He said gently, "How can you have a future otherwise?" ”