Chapter 85:

Tuttle Medical Center.
"Dr. Tuttle."
As Tuttle looked up, he saw the beautiful blonde girl standing in front of him.
She hugged Mrs. Fergus, her weak body seemed to be crushed by the layered skirts of her, but she stood straight, looking into his eyes, there was a kind of perseverance, saying no Something that comes out-
This made him feel strange.
"Miss Fergus, where have you been?" Dr. Tuttle said, only to realize that he used a reproachful tone, "Sorry, I didn't mean..."
"Just, Mrs. Fergus needs to be buried."
Liu Yu looked at Dr. Tuttle's red eyes:
"Mother is not dead."
Then, the red, dull eyes suddenly burst into light, and then fell silent.
"Miss Fergus, you have to accept this fact..." he said in a recollected tone. "Eight years ago, I once saw a woman who was rushed to the stable by his husband. The fire hadn't burned him yet. She was dead. The woman was Marl’s mother."
Mal, the little black man's name.
"Just because, she gave birth to a son with black pearl skin."
Dr. Tuttle's voice was painful.
"But she doesn't have a flying daughter." Liu Yu gently put Mrs. Fergus on the bench on the side, "Dr. Tuttle, please believe me, I will save my mother."
"If the price to save her is to make a deal with the devil, I think the lady will not be willing."
Dr. Tuttle did not believe it.
"I will be a saint, I will pray to God--" She looked at him with sincere eyes, "You believe me, good news will come from the temple. And before that, I have a request."
Dr. Tuttle looked at her for a long time, and was finally moved by her sincerity.
"You said, if I can help."
"I want to ask you to take care of her for a period of time until I come back-no more than half a year, you can rest assured. But, you have to keep this matter confidential, including the black kid."
Dr. Tuttle was discovered by Liu Yu in this world. The few people who can always remain sober and tolerant remind her of the doctors without borders in her previous life.
Now, she only dare to trust him--
Most importantly, the love in his eyes told her that he would never hurt Mrs. Fergus.
"She will rot."
"No, she won't." Liu Yu told him to look at Mrs. Fergus's rosy cheeks and lukewarm skin. "I said, she is still alive. I will have a way. You..."
She looked at her imploringly:
"You will help me, will you?"
"……it is good."
For a long time, Dr. Tuttle agreed to her.
His seemingly fierce eyes are filled with relief. His tolerance and kindness convinced him of the child he looked up at:
"Miss Fergus, you have changed a lot. You have now grown into a dense tree that can shelter people from the wind and rain."
"No," the girl lowered her eyes, her voice was very low, "... this time, it was my fault, I was tired of my mother."
She thought too simple.
Beauty without protection from power is a poison for death.
The accusation of blasphemers further exacerbated this process. Duke Rodney, but one of them. His lust, his expansive dominance, and the old grievances they once had made him eager to come to the door the next day, wanting to encroach on the first beauties of this troubled city---
The tragedy of Mrs. Fergus will happen sooner or later.
"Child, don't use other people's faults to punish yourself."
"No, it's not punishment." Liu Yu shook his head. "It's a head start, it's sober."
She said she was hawkish.
But it is a mistake to be a domesticated domestic cat.
As for Louis's words-
You have to take a discount.
But he was right.
Climb to the top of this world and have the supreme authority. Only in this way can she have the right to choose life freely, whether it is a country cottage with a fireplace or a luxurious and spacious palace-
Instead of life to choose for her.
So, she got to God's side to find the answer to truly become God:
She did not forget that he owed her an unfulfilled promise.
"But, Miss Fergus," Dr. Tuttle looked at her gently, "I have to give you a word of advice from people who come before you make any decisions and listen to your own heart."
Heart...
Liu Yu looked at Mrs. Fergus who was sleeping peacefully:
"But sometimes, the heart and your goal run counter to each other."
She told Dr. Tuttle a few words, and then confessed to him, and went to Nas Snow Mountain by floatation.
No one came to the top of the mountain. The thorny flowers were swaying in the wind. She picked a few flowers and collected them before going to the temple.
Before approaching, the golden knight's sword had reached his throat, and his young face was full of alertness:
"Professor of blasphemy, do not approach the temple half a step."
Looking at the opponent's posture as if he was facing an enemy, Liu Yu smiled and said: "Belija Fergus, please see Bishop Bruce."
"Master Bruce won't see you."
"He will meet me." Liu Yu insisted, "I am also a candidate for the Virgin of Ellen mainland."
"The blasphemy is not eligible to participate."
The Golden Knight refused mercilessly.
But Liu Yu took a step forward, the sharp blade directly cut the skin between her neck, and the bright red blood dripped down.
She hadn't spoken yet, but the Golden Knight was startled, and hurriedly withdrew the sword:
"Miss Fergus! Don't force me."
Liu Yu moved forward step by step, forcing the knights to hold back with their swords. They dared not move her, nor dared to kill her. There were more than ten pits in the square, and no one dared to anger again. Tenjin's danger.
Malan hurried over:
"Profan, you still have a face!"
His scepter was about to be swung, and he was stopped by the white envoy behind him: "Master Malan, stop it! Please give Master Bruce a ruling on this matter."
"She destroyed the statue of light in the center of the city of Soro! She is a blasphemy, apostate! She it!"
"Maran! That's enough." Bishop Bruce led a group of white gods. He was in a hurry, and the bishop's crown above his head was a little skewed because he walked too fast. "Miss Fergus! I don't think there is anything between us. Said it."
"I am still a candidate for the Virgin."
"The carriage of the temple has left."
"Then, the temple sent someone to send me over."
"They don't welcome you." Bishop Bruce rarely said such heavy things, and he had a headache for the sloppy girl. "Miss Fergus, you should go back."
"It is God who can really make the choice. Lord Bruce, how do you know that God does not welcome me?"
Even if God does not choose her, she still has a chance to honor her promise.
Bishop Bruce looked at her deeply for a long time:
"Okay, I will send the carriage to take you to the temple. Everything is decided by God himself."
"Master Bruce! Are you also fooled by her rhetoric?"
"Maran, God's will is not what we can control."
Bruce waved his hand, prepared the carriage, and sent Liu Yu off.
"You are the most intelligent and kindest elder I have ever seen."
Liu Yu raised the skirt and saluted him respectfully.
Bishop Bruce looked at the wound on her neck and did not mean to comment:
"Miss Fergus, but the most cunning and persistent person I have ever seen."
"Goodbye, Master Bruce."
"No, if I can, I hope we won't meet again."
Bishop Bruce walked tremblingly.
His white hair shone under the golden bishop's crown.
Liu Yu glanced at him, and then, in Malan's angry roar, he put on a golden carriage waiting on the side of the skirt.
A month later, she and all the candidates for the Son and the Virgin, including the other two continents, gathered in the temple.