"I can do other places myself." Nanting said softly.

The Pope closed the ointment and put it into Nanting's hand: "The locker room is right next to it."

After taking the ointment, Nanting wrapped her hands around her chest, fearing that the clothes torn on her back would fall. She gritted her teeth and said, "His Majesty Pope, do you... have any extra clothes here?"

The young silver-haired young man laughed: "Of course there is."

After a pause, he lowered his clear eyebrows and eyes: "But I am only generous to my allies. Will you be my ally?"

Nanting thought for a while, suddenly walked to the Pope, stood on tiptoe and whispered in his ear.

Even though his legs were crossed and leaned against the desk, he was still half a head taller than her.

"Who do you ask me which god I believe in?" The Pope laughed softly, and raised Nanting's jaw with his slender fingertips. "Which other god can there be?"

Nanting thought it was not good.

The pope with red eyes observed her expression and suddenly couldn't help laughing. His fingers covered the back of her neck like a poisonous snake, and his five fingers were firmly inserted between her silver-white long hair.

"Of course..." He lowered his voice, his shallow lips approached the tip of her ears, and spoke as if he was away, "Dark God."

Nanting's pupils dilate slightly.

The Pope is actually a believer in the dark? The Temple of Light is really in danger.

But she immediately calmed down. There was also a possibility that the Pope said so to test her.

"Do you know what you are talking about?" Nanting stared at the pope's eyes.

The pair of crimson-like eyes curled up slightly: "Of course."

Nanting also tempted the pope: "Are you afraid that I will tell His Highness the Saint, tell others?"

The pope curled his lips and chuckled: "Who will believe it if you say it?"

"So you have only one choice now. That is--" The cold lips seemed to pass through the elf's pointed ears, "Working with me."

"You must give me evidence." Nanting broke free from the pope's arms and took two steps back with her chest. The pure white fabric slid down her shoulders, revealing the beautiful shoulder and neck lines. One side of the shoulder was red because of today's injuries, as if it was priceless.

The Pope looked away. He stretched his waist and casually placed his hands behind his head. His silver hair fell casually on his forehead. His red eyes narrowed, which made him look a little more seductive and abusive.

"Evidence." After a while, he spoke slowly, "Come here and I'll tell you."

Nanting stared at him, motionless.

The pope sighed regretfully: "Then, I will pray to the God of Darkness to see if He will respond to me."

I prayed to the God of Darkness, but I was not afraid, but I felt a little more at ease.

The Pope picked up the leftover materials at his hand, casually placed an altar that was almost the same as Nanting, and lowered his eyes and prayed a few times.

"Hey," he spoke without respect, "respond to me."

The voice of the Dark God rang lazily in the room: "This is the Holy City of Light, keep a low profile."

Nanting felt very kind when he didn't hear the voice of the Dark God for a day.

"Crown, is he really your believer?"

The Dark God pondered for a moment, but the tone of his speech to Nanting became softer: "...In a sense, it can be."

Nanting tilted his head in confusion.

At this time, the Pope had already slapped the altar with a knife, and his movements were neat.

Nanting: "?"

The pope looked calm, as if the destruction of the altar had not happened: "Now you should believe that we belong to the same camp, right?"

Nanting nodded, but remained alert in his heart.

"Very good," the pope exclaimed, "I am still missing a priest who handles documents, so stay."

Nanting refused: "His Majesty Pope, I am a martial artist, I am afraid I will be unable to compete with it..."

The Pope narrowed his narrow red eyes and gently grabbed Nanting's back of his palm that was touched by his chest, and his slender fingertips rubbed the tiny blood vessels under her cold white skin.

"I can teach you."

“I have to go to class…”

"Oh," the Pope's beautiful long eyebrows frowned slightly, "What should I do?"

He held his cheek with his hands, as if he was thinking seriously.

Drama master.

Nanting cursed in his heart.

"You seem to be not very good at dealing with that cavalier," the pope whispered in seduction, "Do you need to replace him?"

The silver-haired young man made a neck wiping gracefully.

Nanting shook his head: "...I don't need your help, and he won't be so guilty."

"I really have mercy, my Lamb." The Pope showed a compassionate expression, "In this way, I seem to hate him even more."

Nanting's green eyes widened slightly: "You..."

The Pope chuckled: "The underworld of the God of Darkness loves you, and as his... believer, I certainly have a good impression of you."

After hearing this, Nanting was slightly stunned.

How great would it be if the Dark God said this... Unfortunately, she was not interested in the Pope except her face.

But the Pope seemed to see through her thoughts. He leaned closer and looked merciful and holy: "The will of the crown is mine."

Nanting: “Aren’t you afraid that He will bring God’s punishment?”

The pope shook his head, and his handsome face looked calm: "He is...can't kill me. Just as the dead God cannot kill himself."

Strange metaphor.

Nanting didn't want to worry about this issue anymore. The pope had many mysteries, and reason dissuaded her to understand more deeply.

So she planned to agree.

"Being a record priest under your hands, that..." She scratched her head subconsciously, "Is there a salary?"

The pope's cold face showed a laughing expression.

“…Maybe I can repay it myself?”

Nanting almost failed to stand firm: "...this, there is no need."

"Just a joke." The Pope pursed his lips slightly, "How about 10,000 sacred points per month?"

"Sacred Points" is another currency circulated in the Holy City of Light, which can be used to exchange for powerful magic scrolls and treasures. A knight leader like Ethan, who is only able to withdraw 5,000 sacred points per month if he does not go out for a mission.

Nanting agreed happily.

"Then...that's a matter of determination?"

"Come here every day after class and have dinner with me." The Pope's voice was cold and ethereal, like the fleeting evening breeze on the bell tower.

*

After applying ointment in the locker room and putting on the temple-style robe, Nanting said goodbye to the Pope.

The Pope raised his hand to her.

The door closed gently behind the silver-haired girl.

The Pope then slept leisurely in the chair, his thin lips slightly moving, as if he was talking to the air.

"Now I seem to understand why you have a good impression of her." The silver-haired young man raised his red eyes and looked at the galaxy that was leaning out the window. "Even I have to admit that she is cute."

"Aren't you me?" A low, elegant and oppressive voice rang in the void.

"You have been sleeping for so long and have long been outdated 'old antique'." The pope pulled up the corner of his lips, "Think about it, when she asked you for gold coins, you didn't-hahahahahaha."

"...She doesn't mind." The Dark God was silent for a while, "For me, that's enough."

"I said, why don't you confess to her or just possess her? I bet she has the same thoughts for you." The Pope folded his hands, rested his head, and put his long legs leisurely on the table.

"You shouldn't have any idea of ​​her." The Dark God's voice was as cold as ice. "A guy like us who has no future and is seriously guilty shouldn't covet a beam of light."

"Aren't I you, the Crown?" The Pope tilted his head slightly, his scattered silver hair half-covered his eyebrows.

"Although I'm reluctant to admit this," the god sighed, "but you are indeed part of the consciousness I once divided. Unfortunately, you are becoming more and more like a human being."

"Aren't you, the Crown?" The Pope raised his eyebrows slightly, "Are you not troubled by human beings? Haven't you ever experienced the human heartbeat?"

"I didn't..." The Dark God denied.

"Don't forget that I can sense your mood." The pope bent his lips happily, "That human has indeed touched your heartstrings, right? Maybe I should correct it, it's 'our heartstrings'..."

Deadly silent.

The corners of the pope's eyes twitched slightly, and he raised his slender fingers and rubbed his eyebrows: "Sorry, I..."

"I have to say that apologizing to myself is a stupid thing." The voice of the Dark God was elegant and distant. "Think about it, would she still be as unprepared as before if she knew that we were such a twisted existence."

"If you don't say it, I won't say it," the Pope's long eyelashes slightly raised, "who will know that maybe she can accept living with us."

"...I won't deceive her." The god's voice was muted and gentle, "My feelings for her were not that far."

"At this point, you still can't face your heart." The pope closed his eyes lazily, and his eye feathers cast a fan-shaped shadow on his slightly red eyelids. "Sure enough, there is still too much divinity in you."

"You can't help but interfere with this." The dark god's tone gradually became colder, "She is my saint, that's all."

"That's all?" The pope chuckled happily, with a shocking beauty on his face, "Then, I want to pursue her."

Dark God: "…"

"I don't think you can catch up with it."

"How can you know if you don't try it." The Pope inserted his fingertips into the silvery ends of his hair, and his pair of crimson pupils looked even more beautiful against the backdrop of his pale knuckles. "Crown, will you support me?"

"Love is not a game," the God of Darkness warned, "the thorns of roses can also pierce people."
Chapter completed!