Rosalina. Ballet!

There is a rule in this world that once a woman gets married, she will become the surname of her husband, just like Dolotia, after marrying Roger, her full name is Dolotia. Ballet.

Roger's heart trembled slightly for a moment, even the last name was the same...... If it's a coincidence, it's too exaggerated, isn't it?

The same silver hair and red eyes, the same similar face, the same surname.

What's going on here? Could it be that 30,000 years ago, one shot won the bid...... Eh, seventeen rounds won the bid, and the Rosalina in front of him is his descendant after 30,000 years?

For a while, Roger's heart was in turmoil.

Rosarina didn't seem to think about it so much, she just stretched her arms lazily, her beautiful figure was delicate, she seemed a little tired, covered her mouth lightly with her bare hands, and let out a whimper.

A beauty is a beauty, and this action will not make people feel impolite at all, and even feel quite cute.

"Uh, I didn't expect that there are other people surnamed Ballett in this world, could it be that there is another Ballete family?" Rosarina raised her eyebrows: "If I could, I would really like to have a good talk with my husband, but now doesn't seem to be the right time." ”

"Mr. Roger, let's meet again in the future."

There is no doubt that the girl in front of her is also full of doubts, but this is not the place to speak.

With a slight bow at Roger, Rosarina turned and left.

Roger raised his right hand and finally put it down, just like the girl's concerns, this place is not suitable for exchanging some secrets at this time, and there are too many idle people.

He knew that in the near future, he would meet Rosarina again.

This woman may be the key to solving the mystery for him.

Rosalina's fiancé, the arrogant aristocratic young man, also followed Rosarina with a blushing face, and just as he was leaving, the man couldn't help but turn around and glared at Roger viciously, raised his right hand and pulled it in front of his neck, making a throat-cutting gesture.

"Mr. Roger, it seems that you have offended someone." There was a lazy and magnetic voice behind him, it was Christina!

She didn't deal with Roger, the thug who attacked the clergy, right away!

As an archbishop, she is naturally not as stupid as Auston, Roger can easily defeat a fourth-order transcendent like Auston as an ordinary person, whether it is his own strength or the power of the holy relic, it is enough to prove that this is not an ordinary civilian, the holy relic is not something that can be controlled by a casual person, and the negative effects are often difficult for even the transcendent to bear.

What's more, there is also the surname Ballet.

Although the Ballett family has long since declined, it is still a family that has been inherited for 30,000 years, and there are still secrets hidden in this family that are enough to make countless transcendent people crazy.

Roger's gaze also fell on Archbishop Christina for the first time, she was wearing a hooded nun's robe, different from the usual black nun's dress, all silver and white, embellished with white gold threads.

She is not the kind of woman who has the appearance of a country and a city, but that face is very gentle, giving people a beauty that is easy to approach.

Blue eyeshadow is applied next to the golden eyes, and a bracelet with seven stars is wrapped around the exposed wrist.

She has a plump figure, her slender legs support her tall body, and the full outline of her legs can be peeked under the robe, and then the round curve rises upwards, but the position of the waist is suddenly slender.

The chest is very large, at least two sizes larger than Cerumbelia, and the position of the chest of the white gold silk robe looks like it is about to be broken, but it does not feel bloated at all, but it gives people a very inclusive feeling, there is tolerance, but so.

Such a plump body, it is a pleasure to hold in your arms.

Roger even thought it could be a little bigger...... This thought in his heart made Roger feel a little distressed, who made himself like this, Blue Route?

He whispered to himself in his heart, and then withdrew his gaze from Christina's body, revealing a gentlemanly smile: "It's okay, I've offended enough people, I don't care about adding another one." ”

"Sir, I can see it." Christina smiled softly and glanced at Auston, who was still humming on the ground: "Come on, carry him down for treatment, and the others will disperse." ”

The crowded crowd of melon-eating people in front of the church gradually dispersed.

Christina tapped her right hand on each side of her chest: "May the goddess bless you, sir, please come with Celubelia." ”

Roger took off his top hat with a vague smile on his face, although there were some hiccupes, but for now, the overall direction is within his plan, which is not bad.

Da ...... Da ...... Da!

The sound of footsteps echoed through the dark and narrow corridors, gradually spreading in the quiet darkness.

This is the prayer corridor, the place where you must pass to enter the church.

The top of the promenade is dotted with some special gemstones, shimmering with scarlet moonlight and stars, like passers-by walking in the dark, and the hazy stars and moon guide the way.

Roger straightened his back and followed Christina unhurriedly, and compared to the moon and stars above his head, the twisting and turning curves in front of him seemed to attract his attention more.

The moonlight and stars grew brighter and brighter, as if the dawn was coming.

At the end of the prayer gallery was another door, and when Christina came to the door, it squeaked...... The door opens on its own.

The first thing that catches your eye is a statue of a goddess, the same shape as in the church courtyard, but much smaller.

In front of the statue is a burning candle with a special fragrance of wax oil made of a special material, and in front of it is a donation box.

This is the real sanctuary, simple and simple, except for the statue of the goddess, there is only a coffee table and a few chairs, and that's it.

"Mr. Roger, please be seated." Christina's hands are folded and placed on her full thighs, and her posture is languid and elegant.

Roger sat across from him, and Celubellia stood quietly beside Roger.

Christina's gaze swept over Roger again, and her heart attached more importance to this mysterious young man...... She is a powerhouse of the seventh rank, and Roger's strength is not worth mentioning in her eyes, even if Roger can easily defeat Auston.

She was very sure that Roger didn't have any spiritual powers, and he wasn't a transcendent being, but when he just passed through the prayer corridor, this man was completely unusual, and he was not affected by the prayer corridor at all.

It's not just a corridor, it can even affect consciousness to some extent......

Christina gathered her mind and swept her gaze over Selubelia: "What is the relationship between you and Selubelia, I don't know your identity yet." ”

Roger chuckled: "As I said before, my name is Roger Ballet, and I am a history buff and paleographer. ”

To say it is to say nothing.

"As for Celomelia ......," Roger calmly said the words that had been prepared for a long time, "I met me in the wilderness, when little Belia was drugged by her new husband Malka, tied to the cross, lit a fire and prepared to sacrifice to the evil spirits, I saved little Belea, and because I was grateful for my saving grace, she volunteered to stay with me and serve." ”

Voluntarily? Selubelia subconsciously pursed her mouth, she was so voluntary.

Christina did not question Roger's ability to kill Malka, after all, the man was no stronger than Auston.

After a brief pause, Roger continued: "Your Excellency, I hope you will pardon Celuberia for her crimes, she has repented of her mistakes, I think she should be given another chance, if only she could be restored to her status as a battle nun." ”

Christina's beautiful brows furrowed slightly, and she immediately shook her head: "Mr. Roger, this is absolutely impossible." ”

Selubellia's face darkened, although she had already thought of this possibility, but when it came out of the archbishop's mouth, it already made her feel a little depressed.

However, it was her own decision to leave the church in the first place, and she had to bear the consequences herself.

Christina sighed slightly: "Mr. Roger, please believe me, when Selubelia left the church, I was more heartbroken than anyone else, after all, Celubelia was raised by me. ”

By the way, how old are you this year, watching Selubelia grow up? I can't see it at all, but I always feel like it's getting more and more flavorful.

"I dissuaded Marca more than once, telling her that Marka was not a man to be trusted, but unfortunately, at that time, Sellubella had been completely deceived by Marca and resolutely left the church, choosing to become an apostate."

"As an apostate, I have not ordered the Knights of the Dawn to hunt me down, and I have done my best, as for bringing Selubelia back to the Church, or even reinstating her status as a Sister of Battle...... Monsieur Roger, if I did this, it would be against my faith, how can I account to the Goddess, to the hundreds of priests in the Basilica of St. Lofe? ”

Violated the faith?

In other words, how much is faith worth? Roger was curious.

He smiled, stood up to Christina's slightly surprised gaze, quietly took a wallet from his bosom, and opened it.

Christina's eyes suddenly brightened, and in her bulging purse was a stack of gold pounds rolled into a roll.

One hundred denominations.

When it comes to money, Christina, the archbishop, is actually more hungry than Bennett...... After all, Bennett only needs to take care of her own family, but she, the archbishop, is in charge of the entire church.

When she couldn't pay her salary, and when she looked at the lost faces of those clergymen, her heart was also full of torment.

Of course, money is money, and faith is faith.

Although she was short of money, she would never tarnish her pure faith for a small amount of money.

If Roger just wanted to exchange a few hundred gold pounds for a pardon for Celubelia's crimes, it could only be said that he had found the wrong person.

Roger glanced back at Christina:

"Miss Christina, the financial situation of the Basilica of San Lofe seems to be in a bad situation, and you don't want the clergy of the church to be unpaid, do you?"

Then I threw the whole thing into the donation box.

Christina's full body suddenly trembled, there was at least 10,000 pounds in the purse, and her slender neck squirmed subconsciously...... A few hundred pounds may not be enough to pardon Celubelia's crimes, but, ten thousand pounds......

The archbishop's glowing lips twitched, "The Church of Dawn and Redemption has always been known for its forgiveness, and since Selubelia has sincerely repented, then I will no longer care about her crimes." ”

Roger didn't speak, but instead took out a thick stack of banknotes from the space ring, 10,000 pounds, and put it back into the donation box.

Christina's lips trembled, twenty thousand pounds, almost enough for half a year's salary for all the clergy of St. Lofe's cathedral.

Having pardoned Selubelia's crimes, does this man still want Serubellia to resume her status as a fighting nun? Oh damn it, does this man think of her as the kind of woman who would sell her soul for the gold pound?

Did he want to defile her pure soul and faith so much?

How could she do such a dirty thing!

Her noble soul will never allow herself to be so depraved!

"Selubelia, you can go through the formalities again later and get a set of nun clothes!"

Ah, Lady Goddess, forgive yourself, he has given too much.