Larnaca City, Morol Cathedral!

Herman's heavy footsteps, trampling on the slightly damp cobblestone floor, made a muffled sound.

He rushed into the church, his eyes swept over the old figure praying in front of the goddess statue, his eyes showed a slight hint of disdain, and then his expression quickly returned to normal: "Dear Archbishop Gerald, please arrange more strength for me." ”

"I swear I'll kill Ron, this despicable and damned cultist!"

Herman's low growl echoed through the church, at odds with the calm and solemn atmosphere.

Gerald, who was short in stature, as if he was an ordinary little old man, did not respond immediately, but insisted on finishing the prayer, and drew a pattern of the rising sun on his chest with his fingers, and then got up.

He glanced at Herman and exhaled, his wrinkled face trembling, "It's good that Ron isn't dead. ”

What?

Herman was shocked.

He couldn't understand why the archbishop was glad that a cultist wasn't dead.

Archbishop Gerald took out a document and handed it to Herman, whose face became more and more gloomy as the rows of words came into view.

"He is the concubine of the Duke of Copperfield in the Spanny Sect next door, but if we really kill him, it will inevitably cause contradictions between the two countries, they don't care about Ron, but this does not prevent them from taking Ron's death as a good condition to use, with the dragon clan suppressing it, it will not start a war, but trouble and indemnity are indispensable."

"And Ron's study of paleographies is also very important for us to interpret some of the ancient documents of the Church of the Dawn."

Herman was reluctant, and his voice seemed to come out of his throat: "However, he violated the nuns of the church, which is detrimental to the dignity and glory of the church. If we don't punish Ron, the Church of the Dawning will be a laughing stock. ”

At this moment, a sound of footsteps came from outside, and Irelia, whose soles were still sticky, finally entered the church on her slender legs, her amber eyes sweeping over Herman without lingering too long.

Irelia made an impeccable gesture before she spoke: "Your Excellency, Ron didn't hurt me, he didn't do anything to me. ”

"I'm willing to be examined by other nuns."

Although it was a very shameful and insulting act, Irelia decided to do so, not to redeem Herman, but to prove Ron's innocence.

Gerald looked at Irelia silently, he could see Irelia's persistence, and no longer hesitated, called an elderly nun, and led Irelia into the side hall.

The wait is scorching.

Especially for Herman, after all, no one wants to have a green head all the time.

After a few minutes passed, Irelia and the older nun finally returned to the hall, and the old nun nodded at Gerald, "There is no doubt that Sister Irelia is still pure. ”

In a word, Herman breathed a sigh of relief, and a smile bloomed on his face, and he leaned over to Irelia, as if he wanted to talk to Irelia.

But Irelia was extremely indifferent, she didn't even look at Herman more, just looked at Gerald: "Your Excellency, Mr. Ron was kidnapped by the followers of the Eternal Freedom Sect, and he himself is very repulsive to the Eternal Freedom Sect, I think we should give Mr. Ron a chance." ”

Herman was irritable and jealous, and although Irelia was still pure, the woman spoke for Ron, which made Herman difficult to accept.

Gerald thought about it for a while, as an archbishop, he had obviously more things to consider, not to mention Ron's research in ancient writing, just as a high-level member of the Eternal Freedom Sect, he must know many sect secrets, which is also very beneficial to the Dawning Goddess Church.

In just a few seconds, Gerald had already made a decision, and a warm smile appeared on his old face: "Sister Irelia, you are right, it was not his intention to join the cult, we should give him a chance. ”

"You two and I together, maybe we can throw him into the arms of the goddess."

Herman's face changed suddenly, and Ron's bastard humiliated him so badly that instead of accepting any punishment, he even invited him to join the church?

Why?

He was slapped in such a vain? His teeth, white out?

Faintly, the face seemed to hurt even more.

Irelia smiled, "Thank you for your forbearance, Your Excellency, could you allow me to go back first, I would like to wash up briefly." ”

"Of course, my child."

Watching Irelia leave, Herman hurriedly followed from behind.

"Irelia ......"

He called out Irelia's name, but received no response.

Herman could only speed up his pace and stop in front of Irelia, who only felt less disgusted when he looked at herelia again.

This woman is really still very beautiful and worthy of his identity.

Irelia looked at Herman quietly, "Is there something wrong?" ”

Herman's quiet gaze embarrassed herman, and he coughed softly, "Ahem, that, Irelia, I'm sorry, I was too impulsive before...... It's not my fault, though, I'm just too sad and angry. ”

A sarcastic smile tugged at the corners of Irelia's mouth, so you took your anger out on your fiancée?

Sure enough, Mr. Ron said that as long as he was pure, Herman would come back.

But she didn't feel glad about it at all, and there was only endless sorrow in her heart.

Herman really cares only about her purity, not her ...... Mr. Ron is really a good man, and even if Herman tried to kill him, he actually provided himself with a way to get Herman back.

In comparison, Herman really ...... Irelia shook her head, feeling that her liking for Mr. Ron seemed to have increased again.

"Actually, it's Ron's fault in the end, if this guy could have explained it in the first place......" Herman was still muttering, blaming all the blame on Ron, forgetting that he did it the moment he first met Ron, without giving Ron the slightest chance to explain.

Irelia sighed slightly, if there was still a little hope in Herman in her heart, now the last hope was completely shattered.

This man has no responsibility, he never feels that he has anything wrong.

She looked at the chattering man quietly: "Mr. Herman, why are you telling me this? ”

"Our marriage contract has been dissolved."

"Can you please get out of the way, I want to go back and change into a set of clothes......"

Herman's face stiffened suddenly, this was not right, he had imagined that if he apologized a little, Irelia should have burst into his arms again with tears in her eyes.

What exactly went wrong?

Herman's mind flashed a name, staring at Irelia's departing back, his face becoming extremely resentful.

Ron, it must be him, it must be because of this damn bastard that Irelia is so indifferent to him!

His fingers clenched hard, kill him, kill him.

On the other hand, Irelia returned to her room, a little happy to see Ron again, and a shallow smile appeared on her face.

Slender fingers open the closet, and it is filled with all kinds of close-fitting clothes, full of temptation.

It was only very quickly that Irelia's smile turned to distress.

Pantyhose, suspenders, thigh socks......

Black, white, flesh-colored......

I wonder what genre Mr. Ron actually likes?

You can't try everything, right?

……

"Do as you will."

The Ship of the Soul.

Agnes was not surprised by the mysterious greatness of being and knew of her other identity, and even took it for granted.

Saluting Ron again, the door at his side opened on its own, engulfing Agnes over it.

With Agnes' status in the Eternal Liberal Sect, if the note is really in the hands of the sect, it shouldn't be difficult to get hold of.

Just after Agnes disappeared, the silk thread representing Agnes was silently extending.

It only stopped when it was extended to double the original.

The thread, wriggling and fluttering, slowly drifted towards Ron, wrapped around Ron's tail finger.

Ron's brows furrowed, I wonder if this means that Agnes's fate has been entangled with himself?

My head hurts more and more.

Glancing at the Soul Boat, he regretted in his heart, if his spiritual power was stronger, he would really want to explore this Soul Boat.

With his mind blank, when he opened his eyes again, he returned to the study, and the stone slab engraved with strange words was still lying quietly on the desk.

Unprecedented exhaustion hit him, and his limbs seemed to lose control, and he trembled and took a few steps back, and sat down in his chair, gasping for breath.

Sunlight filtered through the glass and onto Ron's face, reflecting an unusually pale face.

A few seconds later, a slight smile appeared on Ron's face, it was exciting to be able to survive after meeting Agnes, one of the Four Pillars of the Eternal Freedom Sect.

However, he swore that he would never be cheaper again in the future.

Agnes was dragged this time, and next time I don't know what kind of existence I will be pulling.

Not every time, it will be so lucky.

The ring, which represents the Ship of the Soul, is still attached to the finger.

Ron felt a little refreshed, and he stood up, and out of the corner of his eye, he happened to see the figure reflected in the mirror.

A long, thin young man with a little bookish atmosphere, short black hair, distinct facial features, and blue eyes shining like the deep sea.

Ron muttered quietly, "I'm pretty handsome."

At that moment, he heard footsteps, and through the window, he could see a series of figures.

Ron put away the rubbings and slates on the desk.

Then, walking briskly to the inner courtyard parlor, Gerald took Irelia, Herman, and another bishop to the inner courtyard, only to see Ron sitting quietly in his chair. Half of his body was bathed in sunlight, half of his body was shrouded in shadows, and he looked leisurely and quietly at a thick book in his hand.

The atmosphere of tranquility and mystery is unbearable.

Irelia's eyes were shining, and she felt that her chest seemed to be a little hot, perhaps this was the true elegant gentleman.

As for Gerald, he had a kind smile on his face throughout, and although he was an archbishop of honorable status, he did not feel offended at all, and just stood there quietly, waiting.

Only Herman and the bishop next to him looked impatient.

Ron didn't let the people wait too long, he slowly closed the book, raised his eyes, and a soft smile on his face:

"Archbishop Gerald, you're finally here."

"A little later than I expected!"