69novels Chapter 402 A lonely man and a widow
Chapter 402 A lonely man and a widow
Chapter 402: Alone and Single
After receiving the notice, the saint slowly walked towards the main building of the church.
The central area of the church is where the clergy are most active.
In the past, many clergy came and went here, creating a noisy and lively scene.
But now, the saint stood in the middle of the square and could only see scattered people walking quickly past.
The saint subconsciously looked in the direction of the hill. Originally, the symbol of the temple and the statue of the goddess stood there, but now all that could be seen was a mess.
The broken stones and cliffs bearing traces of battle all tell of the horror of the devil's coming.
At this moment, the sacred and solemn statue of the goddess has become a landscape waiting to be repaired.
The hired laborers were carrying materials and building simple fences.
According to calculations by the person in charge of supplies, rebuilding a goddess sculpture would take at least three years and would cost a lot.
Others suggested inviting a construction team from the North who could complete the construction quickly, saving a lot of time and money.
At the meeting to restore the statue, the saint voted against it.
How can we allow those barbarians from the north to interfere in this sacred cause!
"Lady Saint, the Pope is waiting for you."
Only after being reminded by her followers did the saint retract her gaze.
The purple man standing in the center of the square began to move again.
"Haha~ I tell you, there aren't many demons here, otherwise I would have killed them all!"
"Your Holiness is mighty! Your last blow directly hit the devil's vital point. The scene of your brave fight against the devil is enough to be recorded in history!"
When the saint walked into the Papal Palace, she saw the old king, who had been renamed the Pope, bragging to the bishop beside him.
The old king's shameless appearance directly struck the saint's fragile heart.
The saint's fist hardened!
"…Your Holiness, what is the matter with calling me here?"
"The Saint is here. I heard from them that you are very good at healing magic, so I would like to ask for your help to relieve the pain in my body."
The saint remained silent and did not respond to the king for a long time. Just when the king thought that the saint was dissatisfied with him and would refuse his request, the saint took the initiative to step forward.
The saint's palm emitted a faint light, and when it touched the king's body, a warm feeling instantly spread throughout his body.
The king felt warm all over as if he was in a warm bathtub.
Very comfortable.
"Your Holiness, please enjoy yourselves. I will take my leave now~"
The bishop who was accompanying the king, seeing that the king was immersed in happiness, tactfully took his leave.
It is well known to everyone that clergymen secretly enjoy beauty.
Everyone is happy to see that the king, who becomes the Pope, has some romantic contact with the saint.
With only the old king and the saint left in the room, the atmosphere became very quiet, and no one spoke for a long time.
After touching the king's body, the saint could clearly feel the pain in this body.
To put it simply, the king's body was broken and aging was irreversible, and he only had a few years to live.
Seeing the old king half lying on the chair, as if in a light sleep, the saint slowly stood up.
The saint girl walked half a circle and came behind the old king. She stretched out a hand and slowly placed it above the king's throat.
If she suddenly moved down and pinched him hard, the old king who had just been promoted to Pope would die miserably in this room!
The saint was confident that she could use her holy light to anesthetize the old king's body, leaving him without the strength to resist.
However, when she thought about using the holy light bestowed by the goddess to do such a disgusting thing as harming others, the saint hesitated again.
"…If you can't do it, then treat my wounds."
Suddenly, the king, who had his eyes closed, made a sound, and the saint was frightened and jumped back like a deer.
Due to excessive fright, the saint's feet twisted and she sat on the ground with a plop.
She sprained her ankle and it went numb first, then started to hurt.
But the saint was not in the mood to pay attention to the pain, she was more concerned about the king's sensitivity.
The king found out and wanted to kill him!
How to do how to do!
The saint was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, but fortunately she seldom came into contact with outsiders and seemed very dull when faced with an emergency.
From the king's perspective, the saint just squatted there without saying a word, her purple hood covering her eyes, leaving only her plain lips exposed.
"I've heard that the Saint is devoted to serving the Goddess. You want to attack me because you can't stand my method of stealing faith."
The saint did not expect that the king would take the initiative to give her a way out, and thought that this old king was quite nice.
“…Your Holiness, I don’t understand.”
"You have questions? I can answer them for you."
"I don't understand. Why do you want to be the Pope instead of being a king? And why do you want to drag the clergy who serve the goddess into the secular aristocratic camp?"
Nowadays, most of the high-ranking clergy in the temple are given the title of nobility. They also learn to behave like nobles, constantly going in and out of the palace and participating in the affairs of the kingdom.
There are very few clergy who stay in the church and pray sincerely. The saint has come into contact with several people who are devoted to the church, but found that they are dull-minded and have no ability to execute affairs.
"Your Holiness, the Holy Temple that has existed alongside the human kingdom is about to be destroyed by you. The goddess will be sad and cry..."
"Goddess? If the goddess really cared about the human kingdom, she wouldn't have just sat there and watched us being driven away by the demons and come to the northern continent like stray dogs!"
The old king only needed one sentence to silence all the saint's questions.
After what happened recently, the saint knew that faith could only soothe a tired soul but could not bring any practical help.
Due to the various conflicts in the kingdom, the Saint found that her faith was disintegrating, which is why she went to the painful place of her childhood to pursue the root of her faith.
"Miss Saint, you have been living in the Holy Temple all your life and you don't understand many things. Just as you mentioned, the Holy Temple has always been running parallel to the Kingdom. This is actually the biggest problem!"
The saint blinked, not sure what the problem was.
The kingdom has been doing this for more than 200 years. Why should it be wrong when the king says so?
She really doesn't understand.
"Well, forget it. Miss Saint is devoted to serving the goddess. I'm afraid she is not in the mood to listen to my nonsense. Just pretend that what happened just now never happened. Please continue to treat me, Miss Saint."
"…Why do you need treatment? You won't live long. Treatment is just a drop in the bucket."
"Because I am destined to die, but I want to leave something behind before I die! I want to restore this kingdom to its former glory, I want humans to have the power to fight back against the demons, and I have too many ideas and too many plans!"
The king's face looked older due to his recent illness.
The saint stared at the other person's face, unable to connect the old man in front of her with the ambitions he spoke of.
The saint lowered her head and thought for a long time, then finally stood up limping.
She slowly moved to the old king's side, leaned on the armrest of the stool, and slowly sat down cross-legged.
A gentle ray of holy light shone from the saint's hands and gradually spread to the old king.
The old king's hidden dangers were alleviated by the healing of the Holy Light, and he hummed comfortably.
Just at this moment, a hurried figure suddenly broke in.
"Father...it's a sin. I didn't see anything. Please continue!"
The door of the hall slammed shut, leaving the old man and the young girl in the room looking at each other in bewilderment.
The holy light in the saint's hands flickered continuously like a light bulb that was about to break.