The night is cold and the galaxy is sagging. The cold flowing clouds at night spread across the long bridge, and the white dress and silver hair walk past the bridge elegantly. The pure white temple behind him is staggered, and the holy light blooming from the divine art array dances around the angel statue on the spire.

"Is that pope... really your believer?" No one around, Nanting whispered to the God of Darkness.

"...Yes." The Dark God was silent for a moment, his voice was as quiet as the night wind.

Nanting bulged her cheeks: "Did you agree to him to tear my clothes open?"

“…”

The Dark God was silent for longer this time.

For Him, this question is simply "Did you take the initiative to tear my clothes open?"

"…yes." He replied in a low voice.

Nanting picked her eyes slightly: "Don't you care about this kind of thing?"

Before the Dark God answered, the girl concluded on her own: "Yes, the gods would not care about these things, and we have not yet confirmed the relationship."

"I don't care." said the Dark God, "You can pray to me next time you encounter this kind of thing."

"Okay, okay." Nanting decided to agree first.

"...What did you say just now." After a while, the voice of the Dark God floated from afar, "Confirm the relationship?"

"No, nothing!" Nanting denied, "I've been busy for a day today and I'm going to go back and rest. Mian, I'm dead!"

"Hang...?" The Dark God was puzzled.

"It means to stop the call~" Nanting explained in a good mood, lifted up his skirt and ran towards the dormitory area near the Sky Garden.

"Dong"-!

Nanting covered her forehead and took a step back: "Why are you standing here sneakily?"

She hit the chest of the Knight's armor as she took a shortcut from the shadows under the flower stand.

Ethan's blue eyes shone in the moon shadow filtered by the flowers and leaves: "...waiting for someone."

Nanting tentatively: "It shouldn't be me?"

"...it's you." Ethan sighed softly, "His Majesty the Pope, he... needs medicine every day to suppress mental problems. I will warn you to stay away from him."

"I seem to have caught another handle for you." Nanting stood on the edge of the flower shadow, his cold cheeks were illuminated by the moonlight, and his long eyebrows were slightly raised as cold as frosty and snow. "As the head of the temple, he was in the holy city to argue with His Majesty the Pope."

"Do you have few secrets?" Ethan retorted calmly, "Maybe I will be sent to the stake, but it is not unacceptable if you go to hell with me."

"I don't want to go to hell with you." Nanting thought about it and felt like she was going to get goosebumps. "That's all about this. Why did you tell me this?"

"Call me 'teacher'," Ethan said. "I am now your knight training instructor, so I can't sit still and see you in danger."

It seems that in the knight's consciousness, "pope" is equal to "danger".

"...It's really undevoted." Nanting shook his head, "You mean, call you 'teacher'?"

Ethan's eyes buried deep in the shadows showed a slight pathological blushing at the end of his eyes, and he responded softly: "...well."

"But you haven't taught me anything yet?" Nanting blinked a green eye as cold as jade, turned around and left. The silver-white hair ends were swept up by the rich breeze, and they wanted to brush across the knight's straight nose.

Ethan looked at the girl's back in the distance, her pale and handsome cheeks were slightly red.

Nanting naturally didn't know that the Knight had been standing under the flower stand for a long time. But the God of Darkness knew it, so the next morning, the temple issued a transfer order signed by His Majesty the Pope himself.

[At the 100th millennium of the Birth of God, the apostle will tour the five kingdoms and spread the holy gospel. May the light of God shine on this land and may the human race prosper. Light is above.]

There is also a line of small words in the appendix:

[The Knight Ethan and several others are now transferred to the "Nation of Fog" in advance to be responsible for the preparation and safety of the tour.]

Nanting glanced at the announcement board at the gate of the dormitory and happily withdrew his eyes.

This is undoubtedly good news for her.

That apostle, the Pope, was going to tour the nations and not stay in the Holy City for a year, and Ethan was also sent away.

Nanting hummed a small song and walked towards the Knights' Academy with light steps.

Class has not started yet, Nanting really met Esan, who had packed his luggage and planned to leave.

She showed a sincere smile: "All the way, Lord Knight."

Ethan's expressionless face: "The list of apprentices participating in the tour has also come down."

Nanting raised his eyebrows slightly: "So?"

"...You are also inside." Ethan replied slowly.

Nanting's good mood disappeared.

When she thought of spending time with that perverted pope, she was in a bad mood. Fortunately, she had only half a year before the birthday of God, so she could take this opportunity to improve her strength and would be less passive in the future.

"The courses for the future will be done by Langdon." As he spoke, Ethan waved to a red-haired knight who was walking towards him.

"Mr. Ethan!" The young knight trotted over with a hearty smile, "This one beside you..."

"Landon is my deputy," Ethan said.

The Knight then hammered Langdon's shoulder: "Here, Langdon, help me take care of her."

The handsome red-haired knight tilted his head slightly: "But sir, you haven't told me she is..."

"Nantin." The silver-haired girl stretched out a hand toward Langdon, "I'm glad to meet you, Mr. Langdon. I'm an apprentice at the Knights' Academy."

Langdon smiled enthusiastically and gently wrapped Nanting's hand with his big palm: "Hello hello! Your name sounds so nice!"

Ethan's expression was slightly disappointed. Before leaving, he leaned into his deputy's ear and whispered a few gloomy words.

After Ethan walked away, Langdon raised his long eyebrows slightly and looked at Nanting with a pair of light green eyes: "Guess what he said to me?"

Nanting smiled slightly: "Is it warning you when I look at the expression?"

Langdon touched his nose, and a smile appeared between his thin lips: "Our Knight Captain has never been moved by any girl."

Nanting asked back: "Is this my honor?"

Langdon approached and supported his slender arms on the marble pillar behind Nanting. He was in a skewed shape with Nanting, and his half-long red hair hangs down his cheeks, almost rubbing against the girl's fair side face.

"...Of course not." The Knight's voice lowered, with a little more seduction, "This is his honor."

Nanting raised his eyebrows: "...You are too close to me."

"I was rude." Langdon took two steps back, pressed his chest with his hands, and bowed slightly to Nanting.

Today is a "throw" class.

Before class, Langdon drove his apprentices around the temple for a few laps as a warm-up.

Even with the body of a dark elf, Nanting still felt a little tired. Seeing Langdon wearing armor running leisurely next to her, he immediately accelerated and wanted to surpass him.

Langdon is not the competitive personality of Ethan. He smiled slightly and followed the silver-haired girl slowly.

After the run, everyone fell on the lawn of the temple, only Langdon stood in the sun with his narrow and beautiful eyes half-closed.

Prince North, who is also an apprentice, looked at Nanting sideways: "I almost caught up with you."

The young man with long silver hair was lying in the flowers, with a quiet and beautiful expression.

Nanting smiled at him.

"Get up." Langdon came over and took North to start the attack. "I don't have a chance to lie down for you during the battle."

North keenly sensed that he was being targeted, and remained motionless like a stone: "When fighting, the knights will not escape."

Langdon was angry and laughed: "Divine points will be deducted from damage to the lawn. Do I need to call the Sister of the Precepts?"

Nanting took a break and realized that lying down after running was not good for health. Langdon had no malicious intentions. So he stood up to smooth things out:

"Teacher Langdon, will we practice…throwing spears? Or shooting archery?"

Langdon shook his head, his eyes moved from North to a pile of stones in the distance: "Let's practice moving stones and throwing stones first."

Nanting: "…"

Why couldn't she think of opening a Knights Academy at that time?

"Don't look down on this." Langdon seemed to see through her thoughts. "Whether it is holding a sword, shooting an archery or holding a shield, it requires the strength of the arm, which is to lay a solid foundation."

Although she looked reluctant on the surface, Nanting's training task was completed very well.

Prince North even seemed a little sick from her comparison.

The pale-faced boy walked staggeringly with a large piece of granite, and quietly glanced at Nanting, who was in a slightly better condition: "I envy you elves so much."

Before Nanting could speak, an elf girl gasped and replied: "We elves... too, cough cough, that's it. She is a dark elves, and her physical strength is stronger, but her figure is better than us, with thin waists and big breasts..."

The elves' lsp's speech shocked Nanting, and she quickly changed the topic: "No, you elves... have a high elemental affinity and are born spell casters! But speaking of it, why did you choose the Knight Academy?"

The elf smiled and said, "Because knight training does not cost money."

Just move the stones and exercise :)

Nanting:...so real.

The sanctuary needs to prepare props such as holy oil, scrolls and other props; the angels need to use gems and precious herbs to summon angels; the sanctuary needs to purchase musical instruments and maintain them by themselves; the sanctuary needs to buy advanced meditation and breathing methods for krypton gold, and various spiritual materials are indispensable; as for the sanctuary... few people want to go there.
To be continued...