"Are you angry?"

The statue of the Holy Father flickered with a white light, and then it sounded.

Mother Teresa sat on the bench and shook her head, and replied:

"This is behavior within the rules, not malicious targeting, why should I be angry?"

The Holy Father smiled bitterly, and then replied:

"It's really your style, I didn't expect that even though you are also under the constraints of the rules, Bertans and they can't even drag you for an hour."

"So, what's the reason?"

Mother Teresa tilted her head, her face a look of bewilderment, and then her face began to grow colder.

"If I didn't have a plausible reason, I wouldn't have made Discord come six hundred years earlier."

The Holy Father did not immediately reply.

Seeing this, Mother Teresa spoke her own judgment.

"Are you scared? Afraid of a more suitable candidate? ”

"Did Calvis give you such a sense of crisis?"

"I don't understand, you are also one of the selected qualified people, and one of the most confident among them, it stands to reason that a qualified person who has not yet grown up should not be targeted by you like this."

When the Holy Father heard this, he finally had an answer.

"Don't you have any points in your own heart when I do this? You're taking him too seriously. ”

"I've always been like this when it comes to discovering seeds with potential, and even if I'm not gifted enough for Abere, don't I give the greatest protection?"

"Did you say so much for me?"

The Holy Father's tone was rather resentful, and he could only say that the character of this desperate knight was too easy to guess, and unless it was someone he valued very much, he would never make a superfluous explanation.

He took his place, and if he had been targeted by other qualified people, I am afraid that the desperate knight would have said only two words:

"Very good."

Wouldn't it be nice to save Him the time and effort of trying to sharpen Him on his own, and to have someone to help test the qualified?

This desperate knight would never have come to the church to find him and say superfluous words like he did now, in order to dispel his hostility towards Calves and prevent him from killing Calves when he was not looking.

Mother Teresa's face still had no expression, but the Holy Father could understand that the judge's expression at this moment should be - distress.

"Is my idea so easy to guess?"

He whispered.

When the Holy Father heard this, he wanted to complain:

"So you didn't know all along?"

Mother Teresa's eyes turned dark purple again, which was his usual style, and if the other party did not listen to him, then he could only suppress it by force.

The Holy Father said with a voice on his face to stop.

"Wait, wait, don't worry."

The Holy Father, who knew this Desperate Knight very well, immediately stopped him, if it really started, although the Desperate Knight would not kill him, he would definitely beat him to six hundred years and would not be able to move at all.

Don't doubt that this one would really do it for his own purposes, even if it was to the point of shattering.

Mother Teresa did not close the purple eyes of despair, but said coldly:

"Say."

"I'm not going to do anything to Calves."

"But you will break the order of life and death, and cause disorder to play out six hundred years earlier."

"If I really give Calvis 600 years to develop, how can I have a chance of winning.

You really make me blind, that rich witch favor, as well as the preference of the Mother of Dragons, and the protection of the will of the planet.

Give him six hundred years, Calvis has already stepped through the void and created his own rules, so I don't have the right to speak. ”

"But that's not a reason for you to break the rules."

"He's a horse, I forgot, there's a referee on his side."

The Holy Father's tone was a little stiff, there was no calmness as a god at all, and some were only angry.

"The factors on and off the field are full, give him another 600 years, I'll give him a fart."

Rarely, this god standing at the top of the light system exploded.

"But that's not a reason for you to break the rules."

"You didn't deny that you were on Calvis's side, did you?"

Mother Teresa was silent.

The Holy Father is also a little angry, after so many years of hard work, He will never allow an outsider to pick a peach.

He would have liked to scold a Desperate Knight for not following the rules, but he couldn't say it, because he was the one who was breaking the rules right now.

From beginning to end, the Desperate Knight, although he was very partial to Calvis, always walked according to the plan and did not interfere too much with his growth.

On the contrary, it was him, because of Calvis's existence, he was directly anxious, and planned to stage disorder six hundred years in advance and shorten Calvis's development time.

He knew it was wrong for him, but he wouldn't let it go.

"I'm going to make Discord play anyway."

"You're going to fight me?"

"Huh."

The Holy Father sneered, and seeing that the Desperate Knight was about to make a move, he immediately said the next sentence:

"Relatively, I will give Calvis enough compensation."

Hearing this, Mother Teresa made the black aura subside, and looked coldly at the Holy Father, wanting Him to continue.

"Why do you think I'm holding a sacrifice, why do you want to spread panic."

"Believe me, after Discord descends, Calvis will have full power of the wrathful spirits."

"Are you angry?"

The statue of the Holy Father flickered with a white light, and then it sounded.

Mother Teresa sat on the bench and shook her head, and replied:

"This is behavior within the rules, not malicious targeting, why should I be angry?"

The Holy Father smiled bitterly, and then replied:

"It's really your style, I didn't expect that even though you are also under the constraints of the rules, Bertans and they can't even drag you for an hour."

"So, what's the reason?"

Mother Teresa tilted her head, her face a look of bewilderment, and then her face began to grow colder.

"If I didn't have a plausible reason, I wouldn't have made Discord come six hundred years earlier."

The Holy Father did not immediately reply.

Seeing this, Mother Teresa spoke her own judgment.

"Are you scared? Afraid of a more suitable candidate? ”

"Did Calvis give you such a sense of crisis?"

"I don't understand, you are also one of the selected qualified people, and one of the most confident among them, it stands to reason that a qualified person who has not yet grown up should not be targeted by you like this."

When the Holy Father heard this, he finally had an answer.

"Don't you have any points in your own heart when I do this? You're taking him too seriously. ”

"I've always been like this when it comes to discovering seeds of potential, and even if I'm not gifted enough to be Abere, don't I give the greatest protection?"

"Did you say so much for me?"

The Holy Father's tone was rather resentful, and he could only say that the character of this desperate knight was too easy to guess, and unless it was someone he valued very much, he would never make a superfluous explanation.

He took his place, and if he had been targeted by other qualified people, I am afraid that the desperate knight would have said only two words:

"Very good."

Wouldn't it be nice to save Him the time and effort of trying to sharpen Him on his own, and to have someone to help test the qualified?

This desperate knight would never have come to the church to find him and say superfluous words like he did now, in order to dispel his hostility towards Calves and prevent him from killing Calves when he was not looking.

Mother Teresa's face still had no expression, but the Holy Father could understand that the judge's expression at this moment should be - distress.

"Is my idea so easy to guess?"

He whispered.

When the Holy Father heard this, he wanted to complain:

"So you didn't know all along?"

Mother Teresa's eyes turned dark purple again, which was his usual style, and if the other party did not listen to him, then he could only suppress it by force.

The Holy Father said with a voice on his face to stop.

"Wait, wait, don't worry."

The Holy Father, who knew this Desperate Knight very well, immediately stopped him, if it really started, although the Desperate Knight would not kill him, he would definitely beat him to six hundred years and would not be able to move at all.

Don't doubt that this one would really do it for his own purposes, even if it was to the point of shattering.

Mother Teresa did not close the purple eyes of despair, but said coldly:

"Say."

"I'm not going to do anything to Calves."

"But you will break the order of life and death, and cause disorder to play out six hundred years earlier."

"If I really give Calvis 600 years to develop, how can I have a chance of winning.

You really make me blind, that rich witch favor, as well as the preference of the Mother of Dragons, and the protection of the will of the planet.

Give him six hundred years, Calvis has already stepped through the void and created his own rules, so I don't have the right to speak. ”

"But that's not a reason for you to break the rules."

"He's a horse, I forgot, there's a referee on his side."

The Holy Father's tone was a little stiff, there was no calmness as a god at all, and some were only angry.

"The factors on and off the field are full, give him another 600 years, I'll give him a fart."

Rarely, this god standing at the top of the light system exploded.

"But that's not a reason for you to break the rules."

"You didn't deny that you were on Calvis's side, did you?"

Mother Teresa was silent.

The Holy Father is also a little angry, after so many years of hard work, He will never allow an outsider to pick a peach.

He would have liked to scold a Desperate Knight for not following the rules, but he couldn't say it, because he was the one who was breaking the rules right now.

From beginning to end, the Desperate Knight, although he was very partial to Calvis, always walked according to the plan and did not interfere too much with his growth.

On the contrary, it was him, because of Calvis's existence, he was directly anxious, and planned to stage disorder six hundred years in advance and shorten Calvis's development time.

He knew it was wrong for him, but he wouldn't let it go.

"I'm going to make Discord play anyway."

"You're going to fight me?"

"Huh."

The Holy Father sneered, and seeing that the Desperate Knight was about to make a move, he immediately said the next sentence:

"Relatively, I will give Calvis enough compensation." (End of chapter)