In other words, the fragment may have quietly disguised itself as a small authoritative envoy, because the days of being a god were too boring?

The blonde beauty looked at the back of the girl who was led away, her light golden eyelashes hung down, half covering her beautiful blue eyes, and there was no sadness or joy between her eyebrows and eyes, and there was no emotion.

"Your Majesty, it's time for us to go in." The cultist beside him whispered to the blonde beauty.

He snorted indifferently and stepped sideways up the snow-white stairs with the other disciples.

The nun led Sheebel into the side nave of the Holy See, and when she reached the temple, Sheebel saw many maidens dressed in white dresses like her, all of them fair-skinned, quiet and elegant, all of them noble ladies.

Shiebel glanced casually around the hall, and then lowered his eyelids slightly.

After the nun had brought her in, she asked her to stand with the other noble ladies who were waiting to choose a saint, and after a few words of advice to Shibel, she turned and left.

"Do you think you can be chosen by the God of Light?"

"I'm so nervous, I've never seen a statue of the God of Light, I don't know what the God of Light looks like?"

"Is there really a god of light?"

"Lilymo, are you nervous? I'm so nervous. My father told me to become a saint, and I was so afraid that I would fail later. ”

“……”

When the soldiers who were originally guarding the hall left, the elegant and quiet young noble ladies in the hall finally couldn't help the nervousness in their hearts and began to chat with their companions.

They all seem to be acquaintances who know each other, after all, they are all aristocratic ladies, and they often get together for afternoon tea and dance parties on weekdays, so they are naturally familiar with each other.

The original owner has always lived in Rossetti's small courtyard and has never come out, so he doesn't have any friends around him, and these noble ladies here naturally don't know Xibel.

Shibel, who had been left out in the cold, was not embarrassed at all, she remembered what the nun had said to her, so she did not walk around the temple casually, but walked aside, leaned lazily against the wall, and began to yawn and nap.

Shibel, who closed his eyes and took a nap, could only hear the nervous discussion of the aristocratic ladies, who looked elegant and intellectual, but in fact, without the gaze of others, they were just innocent flowers raised in the greenhouse after all.

About ten minutes later, someone came in.

It was a believer, and the believer came over, and said to the noble ladies in a calm voice: "The ceremony is about to begin, please come with me and go to the main hall of the Holy See to see the God of Light." ”

Hearing that the ceremony could finally begin, the noble ladies who had been waiting for a long time were a little impatient, and they carried their skirts and saluted the believers elegantly, "Trouble the Holy Envoy to take us there." ”

The cultist bowed his head, did not speak again, turned around and left the side hall, and led a group of noble ladies to the main hall.

After climbing a hundred stairs, I finally came to the main hall of the Holy See.

The main hall should be more spacious and more ornate than the side hall they had just stayed in.

When everyone entered, the first thing they saw was a tall snow-white statue under the cross above, the god held a scepter that exuded a pure light aura, and the carved robe looked extraordinarily soft, it hung down gently, wrapping the immaculate body of the god of light. Each gemstone set on the robe can clearly see the lines, shining in the holy light, extremely holy.

The big guy kept doing it and became a white moonlight after his death