Nanting:!!!

Her five slender fingers lifted up the ends of her hair, and her wrists with distinct lines were sucked into the tight, pure white cuffs. Looking up further... it was a holy and abstinent face that could not be desecrated.

A strand of silver-white hair fell from the forehead, and behind the crystal lens was a pair of cold red eyes.

He was very close to her at this moment, and Nanting could feel the former's steady breathing.

Nanting was startled: "Pope... His Majesty."

The pope pulled up the corners of his thin lips, showed a calm smile, and raised his narrow eyes slightly: "Just call me Noah."

Nanting distanced the distance between him and the Pope without any trace: "Your Majesty, have you asked me for something?"

The Pope bent her beautiful and symmetrical phalanx and pushed her glasses.

"Now I have the answer." He smiled slightly, then stood up, and his tall figure disappeared at the end of the mottled light and shadow.

After the Pope's figure left, Nanting shook his head inexplicably.

When I looked back, I saw the Saint of Light pushing away the crowd and walking towards her.

The golden sunlight passed through the pane and fell on the ends of His hair, like the brightest gold. And the fair and beautiful face was also coated with a sacred halo.

Melville rejected the invitation from many followers and stretched out a hand to Nanting: "Do you want to go with me to choose a college?"

Now she still has to show off the favorability of the God of Light, so Nanting naturally has no reason to refuse. She pulled her roommate Elaine and followed Melville to the branch hall of the Selection Academy.

"The Anthemum is the academy of the nun sisters just now~" Elaine showed a yearning expression, staring at the introduction on the paper with green eyes, "Hey, the rescue hospital and the spiritual meditation all look good. As for the ascetic and the Knights' Academy, it sounds very tired..."

Nanting's eyes fell on the word "angel house": "Is there really an angel in the 'angel house'?"

The priest in charge of registration raised his long eyebrows and smiled slightly: "The apprentices of the 'Angel House' can obtain blessings and protection in the fields of justice, hope, tenacity, etc. by establishing spiritual connections with angels."

After saying this, Nanting understood, it was probably similar to the Demon Contract.

It was immediately boring.

I remember in the original book, the Saint of Light chose the "Salvation Hospital", which, as the name suggests, is the academy for cultivating healers.

Nanting doesn't want to stay in the same academy with the Holy Maiden of Light - it would be difficult to secretly talk to the God of Darkness, and the distance creates beauty.

So she confidently chose the college that the Holy Maiden of Light could not choose—

Knights' Academy.

After writing the intention college on the registration form, Nanting put the table into the box.

Elaine had already come to gossip with curiosity: "I chose the Anthemum, where are you?"

"Knight's Academy." Nanting said.

Elaine looked at Nanting and suddenly became admirable: "I heard from my previous senior sister that the training in the Knights Academy is very hard."

Nanting smiled leisurely and made a middle-aged voice: "I want to protect the light with the sword in my hand!"

——In fact, she chose the Knight Academy because this academy trains martial arts and flesh/body. Even if she cannot use the magic of light in the future, she has learned a skill.

After hearing Nanting's words, Melville narrowed his eyes slightly: "I chose the rescue hospital. However, I am very interested in the training of the Knights. Nanting, can I go to you for free when I have time?"

"Of course, this is... no problem!" Nanting smiled, "You are welcome at any time, Your Highness."

"Yes." Melville nodded and said seriously, "I have a good foundation in healing magic. I will often skip classes to find you."

Nanting quickly advised him kindly: "You are a saint, and you must set an example for the apprentices..."

After this, Melville finally agreed to Nanting that he would only come to take classes for half a day a week.

Nanting breathed a sigh of relief.

The entrance exam for Knights Academy is very simple.

As long as you can survive three moves in the hands of the Knight, you will be qualified.

Otherwise, they will be persuaded to withdraw to other colleges, or they may be sent to remote temples to engage in civilian work.

"What, what? The Knight Master himself..." After hearing the news, Nanting widened Zhanbi's eyes.

When choosing the academy, I was only concerned about avoiding Melville, but I forgot that the Knight of the Temple had a grudge against her.

The head of the knight brought his sword to the apprentices, and the silver-white armor shone in the sun. He lifted up his armor and revealed a pair of ice-blue eyes.

These cold and cold eyes scanned the crowd and finally landed accurately on Nanting's cheek.

Ethan curled his lips slightly: "You, the first one."

Nanting looked around and found that the leader of the knight was indeed her, so he walked forward with a tough bullet.

"I allow you to change into armor." Ethan took off his helmet slowly, hugged it around his waist, and raised his sword with one hand.

"...No need." Nanting picked up the shield and sword beside him.

These two things are not light, but their physique is also stronger than humans, so they still hold them and are not laughed at.

Ethan snorted, his voice low and magnetic: "I'm going to attack."

Nanting raised his long eyebrows and stared at him without fear.

Although the dark magic in her body was sealed, her body that had been "purified" by the two elements of light and darkness is different now, plus the unique reaction speed of the dark elves-

When Ethan swung her sword, she quickly raised her shield and blocked her!

Ethan only used one-handed attack, and his strength was less than 100%, but he still shocked Nanting to take a few steps back, and the shield in his hand almost flew out.

The silver-haired girl gasped for a few sounds, and the sweat beads oozing out of her forehead wet her hair as cold as frosty snow. She threw down her shield and held the hilt of the sword with her two hands.

Ethan frowned: "If you don't take the shield, you may be injured..."

But the girl raised her eyebrows and green waves seemed to surging in her eyes: "If I attack, it's a move."

Before she finished speaking, her sword tip had already pointed at the Knight's throat!

The blonde knight stared slightly, his expression became a little serious, and the sword pushed her sword away.

Nanting's strength was not as strong as Ethan's height. He lost his balance in this blow and fell to the other side!

If she was not wearing a knight suit with knee pads and elbow pads, she would likely have suffered abrasions.

The bones on his body were so ached, Nanting stood up with a sword.

Ethan raised his eyebrows slightly: "Don't you give up?"

"Come again!" Nanting raised his sword in front of him.

This time she flew out and landed in the crowd.

Prince North from the North also caught her in the Knights' Academy with quick eyes and hands.

Seeing Nanting being held in his arms by the silver-haired little white face, Esan frowned slightly.

"Very good, you passed the admission test." The Knight's voice was as cold as ice, "Next, His Highness North."

She always felt that this smile was a little familiar.

"Fear me?" The pope's tone was still cold.

Nanting shook his head and walked over generously.

"Switch around." The pope lowered his eyes and stared at the beautiful silver-haired girl in front of him.

Nanting didn't understand the other party's intentions and did as he said.

"Shell—"

The knight suit behind her was torn apart by bare hands!

Nanting was incredibly planning to fight back, but the pope pressed it into his arms with one hand. He slowly bit off the gloves, got a bottle of ointment from somewhere, and applied it to the slightly reddened place on her back.

Nanting trembled in anger, but he didn't even have the strength to resist: "What are you doing?"

An understatement smile came from the top of his head: "You are injured, I'm helping you with it."

Her slender fingers were stained with sticky ointment, and she stroked her back to bring a cool touch. Nanting gritted her teeth and forced herself to stop saying "Let me go, I can do it myself."

"How can this work?" the pope smiled lazily, "How can human arms turn one hundred and eighty degrees?"

This silly speech made Nanting feel familiar inexplicably. She pressed the doubts in her heart and realized that it was not the time to reveal her identity.

But she was really unwilling to let her lie on the leg of a believer in light obediently and let him apply medicine on his back.

"Why did you notice me?" Nanting slammed indirectly.

"I realize you are like me," the Pope made a demonic seduction voice, "none of them is not religious enough to the light."

Nanting denied: "I believe in the light with all my heart!"

Unexpectedly, this sentence made the Pope frown with long eyebrows unhappy.

"Is that true?"

The atmosphere inside became cold in an instant.

The sunset that sprinkles into the pane gradually merges into the night.

Nanting's eyes rolled: "Can I trust you?"

"You can always trust me," said the pope. As soon as he flipped his wrist, Nanting was carried into his arms.
Chapter completed!