Chapter 578:

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I... seem to have slept for a long time. I can’t lift my head heavy, and I can’t open my eyes. I just think I should wake up because someone is calling me, but I can’t hear what he called, so I opened it. Closed eyes.
Against the dazzling golden light, I just wanted to close my eyes, but he suddenly said, "Look at me!"
Is that an order? If it is an order, I don't want to accept it, because I am not used to listening to other people's orders.
If it is a request, how can it be with a tone that cannot be refused.
Although I didn’t want to, my eyes couldn’t be closed anymore, so I unlocked the two seals at once, but when the silver hair was flying, I could only look at him obediently, and watch him slowly open and close the double. My lips seemed to be saying something, but I couldn't hear clearly. Gradually, I lost all consciousness again.
Are you asleep again?
When I woke up again, I only knew that everything in front of me was strange, whether it was things or the few people in front of me.
"Are you awake?" Sitting by the bed was a very young man, nearly twenty years old, like a cat’s golden eyes and long silver hair. He looked a little bit unlike a living creature in reality. I spoke, and I did hear the sound.
"Yeah." I replied softly, looked away, and observed the four people standing behind him, two men and two women, all with silver hair and silver eyes. I couldn't help but wonder if this world is all. It is their existence.
"They are my subordinates." The other party noticed that I jumped over his eyes, smiled, and said with a natural breath.
"Then whose subordinate are you?" I retracted my gaze and fell on his face.
"Your subordinate." The smile on his face still seems to be his normal expression, but why the few behind him are not, especially one of the women, whose complexion seems a little unkind.
"Oh, so you are in my room." I sighed softly, in a cold tone, "I was right? Is this my room?"
"Of course, this is your room, don't you even know this place?" He followed my gaze and looked up and down the whole room, finally wondering.
"No memory!" I replied and wanted to sit up, and he hurriedly stepped forward to help me, "You were badly injured, and you have been in a coma for several days before you woke up. Maybe the memory has not recovered."
"Oh? Am I hurt?" I naturally covered my chest, there seemed to be something...
"What's the matter? Does the wound still hurt?" There was some tension on his face.
I shook my head, "I was just thinking about why it hurts my memory."
"It may be because of the food we gave you to heal your injury." He took my boots and put them under my feet.
"Food? What kind of food?" I can't seem to remember anything, but I don't seem to care. I always have a feeling in my heart that it is better not to remember than to remember.
"Their blood." He pointed to the four behind.
"I drank her blood?" I seemed to have found the reason for her ill-sightedness.
"Yes! Do you remember?" A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he seemed to be a little nervous, but he immediately returned to that natural smiling face.
"Do not!"
"Then do you remember who you are?" The other party looked around for a while and asked again.
"Of course I know, I won't even forget who I am because of such a little injury." I am a little unhappy, can it be said that I am weak? But he didn't seem to believe it. He kept staring at me, as if waiting for me to say my name, so I stared at him coldly, "My name is Misselia, and I am the most noble being."
"Well, as long as you remember, otherwise I'm afraid I won't be able to explain to the patriarch when I go back." He said a step back so that I could wear boots.
"The patriarch?" I don't seem to remember the patriarch. "Who is he? My master? Or my servant?"
"No, neither, he is your father." He replied, as if all of this is true, even if I have no memory.
"Father?" I closed my eyes and searched carefully in my brain, but I didn't get any results except for the blur in my brain.
"Yes, don't you remember?" He was surprised.
"Well, maybe I forgot." I don't want to make others think I have become an idiot too much, so I don't want to say more.
I put on my boots and decided to go out. Since this room has no impression at all, will I be familiar with it outside? I hope I can think of something besides my name.
"You, please!" He personally opened the door for me. I raised my eyes and glanced at him coldly, and stepped out. Is he really my servant? Does he really respect me? From his golden eyes, there seemed to be no proof.
As soon as I walked out of the room, I saw rows of vertical stone pillars supporting the cloister, the vaulted ceiling, and the arched gallery wall. The ceilings on the walls were all decorated with angelic patterns and the colors were gorgeous.
Low ice is the ground like a mirror. Searching the memory, only two words came to mind, "Temple?"
"Yes, but it's not a real temple. It's a temporary temple built by the Guangming Shengjiao General Church to welcome us, and the room just now is also your temporary residence." He explained from the side.
"Guangming Shengjiao?" There is no memory, maybe there is no memory.
"Yes! Our family of light, that is, angels, is a church created to dominate mankind. It specifically promotes the compassion of our family of light to mankind and establishes the brightest faith for them. Now it is the largest church in the world. Eighty or ninety out of all human beings are our believers." His golden eyes carry endless glory, as if those humans believe in him.
"Oh, yes!" I said in disbelief, stepped on the mirror-like ground, and walked along the corridor of stone pillars, and came to the end of the corridor. He stepped forward to open the door for me. Inside the door, perhaps outside the door, is another world. Although it was still the same stone technique and the same ground, there were countless...human beings, some humans with black hair and black eyes.
"Are they human?" I just made sure.
He nodded, "Yes."
"Are they believers?" Seeing them going back and forth in the hall, they seemed to be very busy. Those passing by in front of us bowed deeply at us with extremely respectful eyes, and then bowed their heads without saying anything. go away.
"Yes."
I passed through the middle of those people all the way, and they all bend their waists nearly ninety degrees toward me, their heads lowered.
"Miss, what do you want to do?" Seeing me walking towards the second door, he hurriedly asked.
"Go out and have a look." I replied briefly and stepped out. He seemed to want to stop me and hesitated. At this time, a teenager came with a group of priests, but he Did not bow to me, "Where are you going, saint?"
"Get out." I don't know his identity, but seeing how he serves me, he should not be an ordinary believer.
"Then I can only say sorry to the saint, because we have already arranged a pilgrimage, and some details need to be discussed with the saint. Please go to the resolution hall in the back room with me." He turned around and walked towards the destination without waiting for my answer.
Seeing him drifting away, I didn't mean to catch up. Instead, I turned to him beside me, "Am I a saint?"
"Yes, but only in the human world, because human beings are a race that needs spiritual support to survive, so we must provide them with support. You rarely come to the human world, so the Pope hopes to do a pilgrimage for you, so that More humans return to the embrace of my god."
"But..." I doubted.
"And this is also one of the tasks you come to the world." He didn't plan to give me a choice.
"The task? Who gave it?" I feel more and more that he is not as simple as a servant, how could there be a servant who speaks to the master like this.
"Your father, our patriarch!" He said, only a look of admiration appeared in his eyes.
"It turns out that your master is my father." I sighed and turned and walked towards the direction that the child had left. There was a door nearly three meters high, not big but very high, giving people a feeling of oppression. Anyway, I feel uncomfortable.
"Originally, but now I am the lady's servant." They followed closely behind.
"Your past master gave the order?" In fact, he didn't answer, and I knew the result must be affirmative.
"Yes." He answered me not very calmly.
"Huh!" I sneered coldly, "Since you are now my servant, then be a good servant, remember..."
As I said, I stopped and turned back, and my eyes fell into his eyes coldly, "Now your master is me! Not my father!"
He was taken aback, and after a moment he lowered his head to answer, "Yes!"
"Okay, I hope you won't forget, I..." I turned my head and moved on, "I don't like to punish people, especially servants."
"Yes, I understand." He followed, and the people behind him looked at me and I looked at you one by one, with a look of surprise on their faces, and they didn't dare to say anything.
Along the way, although the Pope was long gone, I seemed to feel where he was, so I did not hesitate to turn right and stood in front of the first room.
The same door, the same oppression, I frowned slightly and stepped in.
"Holy woman, please sit down." Inside is a large room, surrounded by graceful and luxurious decorations, elegant and exquisite. In the center of the room is a rectangular beige table with round golden piping. There were rows of high-backed seats on both sides of the table, with intricate and exquisite carving patterns on the back, one on each short side, and he was sitting on one side, pointing to the other side.
I glanced at him coldly, and I didn't say anything. I was already standing on the other side for a moment. I sat down and looked directly at him who was sitting across from me. And my servants and their servants naturally stood behind me.
Opposite him is a seventeen or eighteen year old child. His face has long lost the childishness he should be, but some of them are majestic and noble.
After observing for a while, I decided that he is not a child, at least not a child anymore.
And he was watching me, but he didn't know what conclusion he had reached.
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