Chapter 66:

In this life, the body of white satin is weaker than that of the ancient world, even if it has been baptized with holy water and sacrificed by Samuel, it is used by Samuel's holy light. After careful treatment, the weakness in the bones must be gradually restored after a long period of conditioning.
After being stiff on the horse for a day, the white satin's body could not avoid problems. The whole face was pale, but it persisted because of strong patience and willpower, even the closest André to him. Did not notice his strangeness.
Dismounted with Andre's help, the white satin stood down on the side of the road, except for a slight trembling body. It was the same as usual. The knights in the past were busy with the issue of accommodation and did not pay extra attention to him. Until Samuel got out of the sedan chair, he set his sights on white satin for the first time.
How sharp Samuel's observation was, he saw the slight tremor at a glance. His complexion changed slightly, and he stepped up to the white satin, almost losing the calmness of the past: "What's wrong? Is your body uncomfortable?"
The white satin froze and looked up at Samuel. He was accustomed to patience, and his physical discomfort was completely within his tolerance at this time, but when he came into contact with Samuel's full of concerns With blue eyes, he suddenly loosened his heart and fell to him softly.
Samuel quickly hugged the white satin and raised his hand to look at his sweaty forehead, looking ugly: "What's going on ?!"
The white satin nest was in Samuel's arms, but he felt a fever and shame on his face, and was totally reluctant to look up-he couldn't believe that he would feel relieved after seeing Samuel ... want to be coquettish.
Samuel could not get a white satin answer, and was afraid to force him to look up and observe his complexion. Fortunately, Andre also noticed the situation here, and quickly walked over and spoke to appease his aberrant host: "Son, white satin is all right, he's just too tired."
Samuel lowered his head, and finally found the red ears of White Satin, realizing that he was just concerned and confused. He breathed a sigh of relief, but he didn't feel any embarrassment. Instead, he calmly pushed the boat and hugged the white satin: "Since this is the case, I'll send him to rest first."
Having said that, Samuel held the white satin and turned towards the sedan chair. Andrea couldn't help but panic and stopped: "Holy Son--"
"No need to say much." Samuel's tone was flat, but there was no doubt. Blue eyes rushed to Andrea with a strong sense of oppression. "He is my life-saving benefactor."
Andre was shocked by Samuel's eyes, and subconsciously stepped aside to make way for Samuel. The white satin was stiff and embarrassed to bear the incredible eyes of the knights from all directions, and he scolded Samuel a hundred times in his heart-if he could, he didn't want to "enjoy" such treatment at all!
However, in front of outsiders, he has always been that timid and tamed servant, and will not resist any decision of Samuel. When he was taken into the sedan chair, he "turned his face down" and broke free from Samuel's arms. He turned and sat on the soft couch: "What life-saving benefactor? What is going on?"
"Otherwise?" With the covering of the curtains around the sedan chair, Samuel immediately resumed the careless sway, followed by a crook on the soft couch, and stretched out his hand to hold the white satin in his arms. "Banner, do you think the Holy See will allow me to bring a person from a dark street with me? Even if you are my" savior ", I have spent a lot of money on this."
White Satin was so guilty that Samuel left the phrase "save a benefactor" and right sentence "save a beneficiary". He poked his lips and just wanted to sneer, but suddenly Samuel pressed his lips. Samuel made a snoring gesture, and then raised his voice and asked, "Andre, what's the matter?"
As soon as the Templar approached, he heard Samuel's inquiries. He quickly walked two steps, and before he could say anything, he was interrupted by Samuel's hand: "I know what you want to say-come on first. "
Andre was somewhat flattered, and after daring into the sedan, he did not dare to look up, and quickly knelt down on one knee: "Holy Son." He glanced at the intertwined white satin and Samuel's clothes, and roughly judged their positions. Can not help but frowned fiercely, honestly against the ear, "I understand you are very grateful for the help of white satin, but-"
But Shengzi is too indulgent in white satin, so Andre, who has strictly followed the class gap since he was a child, disagrees.
"Andre." Samuel worked hard without any trace, preventing White Satin from trying to get out of the soft couch. "For this matter, I have my own measure. Maybe you think I took him out of the black street. It ’s all benevolent to stay with me, but in my opinion, it ’s not enough to repay his kindness to me-without him, I would have died under the attack, you think my life is this Is it cheap? "
Samuel's tone was not harsh, and he was still mild to the point of not having much affection, but Andre was said to be beating his heart and sweating his forehead: "No, I didn't mean this ..."
Samuel's perception of this Templar, who was unswerving in his previous life and sacrificed his life to save him, was not bad, so he was not prepared to embarrass him too much. Slightly ticked, Samuel's tone softened, adding a bit of temperature: "Instead of paying attention to such details, I have more important things to tell you."
Andre's spirit shook: "But by the command of the Son!"
Samuel's eyelashes were drooping, and he was silent for a moment. The orange sunset reflected on his handsome, jade-like side face through the veil, which made him a lonely and desolate color, and the atmosphere above the car was also affected by him. The gloom was quiet.
After a short while, Samuel slowly said, "Andre, how do you think I was injured this time?"
Andre froze, and looked up subconsciously: "You ... weren't you hurt by the puppet?"
"So, who is that scumbag?" Samuel smirked bitterly. "Who can invade the closely guarded Holy See, find me, hurt me, and then easily escape without leaving any trace?" I did not start the teleportation circle in the rush of the moment when I was seriously injured, and accidentally teleported to Black Street, and was rescued by white satin, then I am already a corpse. "
Andre was stunned by Samuel's words. He was loyal but also unassuming, always following dogma, but rarely using his own mind to think about problems-but this did not mean that he did not understand anything, or He said that he was at least aware of some of the intrigues within the Holy See, compared to being thoroughly brainwashed by the Holy See and feeling that the Holy See was perfect.
Now asked by Samuel, Andrei immediately realized that it was wrong: "Do you mean ... this is what the people in the Holy See did?"
"Perhaps nine times." Samuel nodded lightly, and unceremoniously bucked this unintentional black pot on the head of the "innocent"-although his body was on the verge of collapse due to the impact of time countercurrent, he But I couldn't explain this problem to others, I could just push everything to others, and I could also take this opportunity to disturb the turbid water of the Holy See, which was not so calm.
With Samuel's affirmation, Andre's expression was even heavier, and he suddenly felt a heavy sense of mission: "Then ... do you have any doubts?"
At this moment, the Pope was seriously ill and unable to manage the entire Holy See, and several cardinals under him began to seize power and suppress opponents, trying to rise to the top after the death of the Pope. Although the Son did not participate in the battle for power, because of his integrity and selflessness, he would inevitably hinder the way of some people, be jealous of others, and even cause death.
"No." Samuel shook his head and sighed softly. "If I can ... I don't want to doubt anyone."
For a moment, there was a quiet scene in the sedan chair, Andre stared at his allegiance to the Son of Allegiance, with pity in his heart, but did not know how to persuade.
In the end, it was Samuel who first waved Andre to leave, saying he needed a break.
Andre exited the sedan quietly, and realized that there seemed to be something wrong after taking a few steps-didn't he go to the sedan in order to persuade the Son to distance himself from the white satin? Why ... is it so easy to let white satin remain on the car?
Raised his hand and patted his head, but Andrei did not return to the sedan to continue admonition. After all, he still has more important things to deal with. He must immediately start looking for the true murderer and investigate the recent trends of several cardinals. Lest his loyal owner encounter another crisis.
As for the Son ... he was hurt by a close and respectful person, his mood must be very low, and he can be accompanied by a gentle and well-dressed person like White Satin who assists him in his most difficult times ... ... a good thing?
Since Andrei had acquiesced to Samuel's closeness to the white satin, the remaining Templars would naturally not continue to add more beaks, and have defaulted to this state.
Within the sedan chair, White Satin turned his head and looked at Samuel who had swept away his former gloomy appearance and was too lazy to lean back on the soft couch, with a complex look: "The bunch you just said ... are deceiving. Right? "
"Why, are you concerned about me?" Samuel raised an eyebrow and scratched his jaw with a white satin.
The white satin turned away, trying to hide his worries and anxieties, with an indifferent expression: "I just worry that you will always be chased and killed, and it's not safe to stay by your side. It would be bad if you are involved."
At a glance, you can see that the white satin was right and wrong. Samuel was funny, but his face was a bit sad, and his tone was still gentle: "Relax, the situation is not that serious-and I will protect you no matter what It won't let you get hurt. "
White satin froze for a while, and it was impossible to judge whether Samuel's words were true or false.
The expression on Samuel's face was extremely false, and there was no meaning of sadness at all, but his tone and eyes were extraordinarily sincere, which seemed to be as reassuring as promised.
Really ... people don't know what to do.