Chapter 67:

Since sitting on Samuel ’s sedan chair, the white satin has never come down, and the rest of the journey is naturally comfortable and relaxing-the only trouble is the need From time to time coping with the harassment of the owner of the sedan chair, although the white satin was extremely impatient, there was no feeling of boredom in his heart.
It can be regarded as "one willing to fight and one willing to suffer".
So when he arrived at the Holy See, the white satin climbing down from the sedan chair was refreshing. It was just as soon as he saw the sedan chair that he was shocked by the sight in front of him.
The Holy See has always been a sacred place in the minds of mainland residents. Although very few people are able to enter this place, there are many legends about it. Everyone is not afraid to describe it in the most gorgeous and revered language, and portray it as a pure and immaculate garden of Eden. Even if you are from a black street and never leave a step, you are familiar with these legends.
It is just that White Satin has always thought that these words of praise to the Holy See are nothing more than imaginary imaginations, far from the truth, but when he really stood in front of the Holy See, he had to admit that those descriptions were even exaggerated , But still based on factual art processing.
The white building complex is connected into a whole, lined with blue sky and white clouds, and it looks as if it is built in the clouds from afar; the tall minaret is solemn, shining with warm but distant light in daylight; the flat and wide road is spotless, wearing silver The armored Templars guarded the continent's holy places in three steps and one whistle. From time to time, they can see Zhong Lingjunxiu's young girls wearing white robes and walking lightly, like a group. Carefree angel.
I have to say that the holy light is indeed a good thing for human beings. Because of the divine light bathed at all times, both the knight and the attendant have a good look. At least the skin is fair, the proportion is perfect, and the temperament is empty. Clear, it seemed to glow purely from the inside out.
It is two extremes that are totally different from Heijie.
Noting Samuel's return, the knights slumped on their heels and raised their arms salutingly. The rustling sound of the armor and weapons echoed in the broad Holy See, interweaving into a grand sonata. The young attendants quickly walked to both sides of the road, leaning down and saluting, their clear eyes were so bright that they looked at Samuel's sedan, and did not hide their admiration and longing, and saw the action of white satin. With a deep sense of dissatisfaction and crisis in my heart-as if something that belongs to me is being coveted by others.
Realizing that she had some uncontrollable emotions, White Satin was a little irritable, and at this time, Samuel got out of the sedan chair and noticed the strangeness of White Satin.
"What's wrong? Don't be afraid." He didn't expect that his little lover was secretly jealous because of unnecessary reasons. Samuel thought that the white satin was not suitable for the Holy See's environment, raised his hands and wrapped his shoulders, soothing gently. Immediately, his arm slid down naturally, holding the white satin's hand, and pulling him forward.
White satin followed Samuel a few steps subconsciously, and suddenly found himself becoming the center of everyone's attention-both the knight and the attendant had turned a blind eye to him, but now they are watching him with an incredible look. Seems like something incomprehensible. In addition, Bai Sang saw exclusion, dissatisfaction and jealousy from the eyes of several attendants, which made his discomfort even worse.
Originally, White Satin also planned to keep a distance from Samuel in front of outsiders. After all, the status difference between the two of them was too great. Samuel could not care about the difference between inferiority and inferiority, but it was not conducive to the situation of White Satin in the Holy See.
But now, White Satin suddenly changed his mind. His hand was held by Samuel as an anti-visitor, and he grasped Samuel's finger strongly. His body leaned against Samuel, and seemed to be scared by everyone's eyes. He was so anxious that he sought asylum from Samuel, and even his eyes were moistened a bit—it was really a pitiful little white flower.
Sure enough, after this series of actions made by white satin, everyone looked at his eyes more and more hot, and Samuel also knew the cause of the "abnormal" white satin, the expression on his face became more concerned about love, but low There was a trace of teasing in the eyes that looked down at the white satin.
White Satin looked up at him, and there was a silent and fleeting confrontation with him. Immediately, Samuel looked back and greeted the knights and attendants saluting him, while the white satin stepped behind him, treating himself as a well-behaved and docile little tail.
The Templars, who followed Samuel, dismounted, lining up in a queue and embracing Samuel. With the passage of time, more attendants came to hear the news, and joyfully and excitedly welcomed the return of the Son, and the eyes gathered on the white satin became more and more colorful.
When Samuel and his team walked across the broad square of Holy Light and came to the tall door of the main hall, a middle-aged man in a robe embroidered with golden coat of arms walked out of the hall and quickly came to Samuel. In front of you.
Samuel stopped and bowed slightly to the man: "Bishop Endo."
"His Royal Highness." The man returned to Samuel in a much more courteous manner. "The Cardinal Jenka heard that you were returning, so he sent me to seek you, saying there was something I wanted to discuss with you."
Samuel remained calm, but chuckled in his heart-he had just encouraged Andre to investigate his "attack", and now someone can't sit still and jump out, really "informed."
"Okay, I'm going to look for Cardinal Jenka." Samuel nodded, then looked at the white satin on the side, and raised his hand to a servant, "Hope . "
The young waiter called "Hope" had his eyes brightened, and hurried over quickly, his cheeks red and bowed to Samuel and saluting: "His Royal Highness, what do you tell me?"
"This is my personal attendant, white satin." Samuel pushed the white satin toward Hope, in a soft tone. "I have something to do now, please take him to my residence and take care of it."
"Observe, Your Highness!" Hopper responded, his tone clear and cheerful, and his white satin gaze was friendly and curious. Seeing Bai Sang looking at himself, he quickly smiled, and blinked intimately.
White satin had a good first impression on the teenager, and naturally had no intention of rejection. He raised his feet and wanted to move closer to each other. However, he did not expect that even though he did not intend to act as a small white flower, a cricket moth emerged from Samuel.
While the white satin was unprepared, Samuel tugged him secretly, causing the white satin to stand steadily and fall into his arms-it looked like he was so shy to hide.
White satin was aggressive, and Samuel, the culprit, was not half-hearted, but gently touched the top of his head, soothing softly: "Don't worry, even if I follow him, I will go to find you."
The white satin that came out of Samuel's arms was indifferent expression: "……………………………………

Deeply feeling that he was blackened by Samuel, the white satin gritted his teeth and watched Samuel follow Bishop Endu, then turned his head and looked at Hope.
Feeling the white satin eyes, Hope also smiled at Samuel's back, and took the hand of the excessively thin white satin. He could not help mimicking Samuel's protection. Shattered caution: "I'll take you to His Highness's residence."
White satin nodded, followed silently behind Hope, and his eyes flew towards a teenager who had the hottest sight and seemed to have deep hatred with him: "Who is that man ..."?
Hope followed White Satin's gaze and frowned slightly: "That's German, he's an avid admirer of His Highness, and his greatest wish is to be His Highness' servant-you ... just stay away from him in the future. "
The white satin narrowed his eyes slightly, and he coped with it: "His Royal Highness ... seems to be loved by everyone?"
"That is of course!" Hope raised his voice, and seemed quite surprised by the question of white satin. "No one does not like His Royal Highness! His Royal Highness is generous, gentle, and courteous, even if he is commanded by a waiter like us to do something. We said thank you, the rest of the adults are not as approachable as His Highness! Of course, besides that, we also like His Highness' smile most. Whenever I see His Highness's smile, my heart is always warm, as if washed by the Holy Light. So calm and peaceful ... "
Hearing Hope's praise, White Satin secretly pouted his lips, on the one hand, he was impressed by Samuel's pretense and successfully coaxed everyone, but on the other hand, he was a little dissatisfied with spreading love around him, thanking him and smiling. It made these little waiters excited and admired. It really was ...
The thought of the other people being taken care of by Samuel, White Satin was full of taste, even though he knew he had no right to beak, but unhappy was unhappy.
However, despite defaming Samuel's belly seventeen or eight times in the heart, the white satin face still had a shy smile on his face, softly echoing Hope's words, knocking side by side to guide him to say more about Samuel.
It is a pity, maybe it is "the beauty from the lover's eyes". Samuel in Hope's mouth is like an unstained saint, and the bad character of the bad character that White Satin really understands is like two people. White satin inquired for a long time, but there was no worthwhile gain, and he was discouraged.
Hope, seeing white satin feeling low, thought he was lost to Samuel's equal treatment of everyone. He hesitated for a moment. After all, he gave up the jealousy in his heart and patted the white satin shoulder: "Speaking, although His Royal Highness is very caring to everyone, but no one has been able to be as close to His Highness as you, His Royal Highness ... must be your favorite. "
White satin froze for a while, and for some time did not understand Hop's thinking. His expression was interpreted as "unbelievable" by Hope.
"It's true." Hope nodded hard. "Although His Royal Highness is very kind to anyone, but ... he has never proactively made physical contact with people, at most ... when he sees a servant falling down Reach out and help. "He paused and sighed," But for you, Your Highness is different ... He will hold your hand, he will touch your head, and he will hold you in His arms appeased ... you guy ... "He glanced at the white satin, without concealing his envy," It's so jealous! "
White satin drew his lips, only to feel that he suddenly had an extra "love rival" for the entire Holy See, and his mood was particularly complicated. He scratched his hair, his voice uneasy: "I ... I just helped His Highness once ..."
"I know that." Hope interrupted White Satin's excuse. "If you weren't your Highness's benefactor, I wouldn't treat you like that!" He pursed his lips, and Hope looked completely, earnestly looking forward. Under the white satin eyes, "Even if you are jealous of your Highness's treatment of you, I thank you for saving His Highness and helping him return to the Holy See safely."
White satin was embarrassed and smiled humblely, and silently put the unsung name "Savior benevolent" on himself more firmly-from now on, if he wants to live in the Holy See, he may rely on this Block "Gold Medal".
It's ... somehow a little guilty and short of breath ... → _ →