Nanting is now overjoyed: "You asked me to go to the Holy City, was it the God of Light's idea?"

"You can't say that." In my mind, the Dark God smiled happily, "I just want you to have a good relationship with the God of Light."

"Do you want me to betray me?" Nanting sat upright from the couch, "I will never accept this behavior before I can mention it. The God of Light is a girl, and I am straight!"

The servants who fed her fruits and fanned her were shocked and asked in a low voice whether Nanting was not serving her well. Nanting waved her hand and asked them to leave the room.

"You assumed gender for the god in advance, which is wrong." The voice of the Dark God was filled with a smile.

"Then..." Nanting's eyes turned, "Are you not a man?"

"I can be." The God of Darkness said immediately, "Since you have learned your sexuality."

Nanting:???

Fortunately, the God of Darkness was not too entangled on this topic. He held back his smile and said, "It is not to let you guide God of Light, but to... try to gain His trust first."

Nanting thought for a while: "Why?"

"Influenced by the narrative level, God of Light is temporarily unable to return to the Kingdom of God and has also forgotten his identity."

Nanting: "?"

“He, as the manifestation of the world consciousness, fills the gap in the ‘role’ of the ‘Holy Maiden of Light’.”

Nanting felt that his views were about to explode: "How did you know these?"

She felt that she could not cover her vest of the book wearer.

"After all, this world was once a book." The voice of the Dark God was like a confusing whisper, "Guess, how did I know?"

Nanting shook his head and replied with a desire to survive: "...I dare not speculate on your thoughts."

"This book is over, and I will die as a villain. To achieve such an ending, there must be a 'Holy Maiden of Light'." The voice of the Dark God was as leisurely as if he was talking about the weather, "and the original 'Holy Maiden of Light' did not appear. So, do you understand?"

Nanting nodded.

A ridiculous guess arose in her heart for no reason: Could it be that she was going to dress as a saint of light?

As a result, I ran into the wrong person, causing changes in the world line?

Although the vest is tattered, it still needs to be covered.

Nanting cleverly avoided the topic: "Since you want to deal with the God of Light, wouldn't it be better to kill the Saint?"

"It's not that simple." The God of Darkness chuckled, "If the Saint's body died, He would break through the limitations of the plot, be reborn in the Kingdom of God, and recall everything."

Nanting shivered inexplicably: "...Crown, I will not let you be defeated by the God of Light."

The saint will not die.

The Dark God sneered: "Of course I won't."

*

In the evening, Nanting heard the news from the God of Darkness: "Cross the Holy City with Alfonso and receive a reward of 1,000,000 gold coins."

Nanting: The Dark God is like an NPC who releases missions.

"Where is the address?" she asked softly.

“On the thirteenth spire on the west side of the main temple.”

The answer from the Dark God immediately came to his mind.

Nanting:...This is not the automatic reply you set up, right?

After changing into the white robe of the Holy City standard, Nanting pulled up her hood and wrapped her sharp ears, and hurriedly slipped out of the palace of the Holy Maiden of Light.

The architectural style of the Holy City of Light is towering and solemn. The steeply-topped temple is as if it is about to touch the sky. The upper level is already covered with the flowing clouds and mist of dusk.

——In the book, the earliest banking business originated from the guild in the Kingdom of Mayn, and now after decades of development, it has become popular among the five countries.

Nanting couldn't help but praise the little believer for "thoughtfulness". She didn't say much nonsense. She told Alfonso to continue lurking, waiting for her order, and then left the area with him one by one.

Breathing the cold and pure night wind and feeling the weight of the gold coins, Nanting suddenly felt cheerful.

She said to the God of Darkness in her heart: "Crown, when will you sacrifice your passbook?" Those scattered gold coins were enough for her to use normally.

Unexpectedly, the Dark God said casually: "It's all yours."

Nanting didn't be polite to the gods: "Then these are used as the start-up capital for us to build the Dark Temple."

The Dark God was very satisfied: "You are very enlightened, and I want to reward you."

Nanting knew with his butt that the "reward" of the Dark God was nothing more than a kiss, and hurriedly refused: "Working for the cause of the Crown is what I should do as a saint."

The dark God's gorgeous and elegant voice smiled even more: "No one can refuse my reward."

Nanting immediately looked around alertly. She was standing in the shadow of a building, afraid that the Dark God would suddenly appear.

Just as she had this idea, she was covered by a slender and cold hand and dragged it deeper into the shadow.

"Shh." A familiar, careless voice came from the ear.

Nanting widened his eyes and saw several patrolling Knights Templars lined up to pass the long bridge under the moonlight not far away. The leader was the Knight Chief Ethan.

After the team of knights patrolled the distance, the hand on Nanting's lips gently moved away. Only then did Nanting realize that she was pressing against the man's broad and upright chest, the rose fragrance mixed with the unique dark aura of his body, which was a fatal temptation to depravity, which was more than the succubus in a sense.

Nanting's ear tips were red, but fortunately she was wearing a hood, no one could see it. She quickly broke free from Farnez's arms and said in an extremely light and low voice: "Crown, here is dangerous, you..."

The Dark God laughed softly and nipped his lips with his sharp teeth.

This action sets off his elegant and graceful face and his gorgeous eyes as beautiful as a rose, as if the vampire duke was tempted by his prey.

"You shouldn't be here." Nanting insisted.

She tried not to look at the small depression on the thin lips of the god.

But my heart was a little itchy.
Chapter completed!