Chapter 579:

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He didn't speak, and I didn't speak. We both looked at each other until someone knocked on the door.
"Come in!" he answered.
"Pope, this is the information you want." A priest handed a document to him.
"Okay!" He took it, paid tribute to him, and exited the room. Then he smiled slightly at me, "Saint, this is the first time we face each other like this. I don't know if it is better to call you a Saint, or do you have a better choice for me?"
"My name is Misselia." My mind was vague, except for this sentence: My name is Misselia, the most noble being.
"It seems that you want me to use this name." He smiled, unfolded the document in his hand, and looked down. "This worship service is mainly for our congregants and non-congregations to see the saint. That is, the existence of your Lord Misselia, knowing the existence of my god, makes their faith more pious, and will always follow your feet until they completely return to your or my god’s embrace."
"What do I need to do?" I don't want to talk to him about the greatness of my and the devotion of the faith. I just want to know what the task of the servant behind me is.
"In fact, it’s nothing. Five days later, we will welcome the arrival of the saint of my at the door of this church, and then the saint will descend with the angels behind him and stand on the round platform we prepared for you, holy Before the monument, let all the church members worship and then come to the temple to show the miracle.
He said, taking back his eyes from the documents,
As for the miracles to be shown, these documents have already been arranged.

"Huh!" I smiled coldly, and looked back at the servant. "Do you know who I am?"
"You are my master." He seemed to only remember this now.
"Other than that?" I glanced at him disdainfully, he didn't remember when I wanted him to say this, but he only remembered this when I wanted him to say it.
"You are still the princess that my God values ​​most, the next master of heaven, the noblest existence." He tried his best to say these flattering words, which only made me feel disgusted, but these are what I want him to say. But... it seems that there is one more item. It turns out that I am the next master of heaven. No wonder he respects me so much.
"So... I'm not a clown?" I just thought it was funny, his task was to fall and fly, this kind of human desire but I only find it ridiculous.
"Of course not, you misunderstood." He explained hurriedly, "In fact, these seem simple, but they are the best way to improve the faith of those church members. Only in this way can they believe that my exists and the faith is true. "
"Then why can't you do it?" I asked curiously.
"Because my thinks I am not enough for this qualification." There is no falsehood in his eyes, which makes me have to believe that this task is really so important, it must be important to me.
"Well, in this case, I will do everything as the Pope said, now I can go out for a walk?" With that, I stood up.
"This... please!" The pope had no objection, got up and sent me to the door, and behind him he stopped talking, seeming to understand the first rule of being a servant.
"These are for you information!" When I turned to go out, the pope passed the document in his hand to my servant.
"Yeah." He didn't seem to like the pope, he faintly responded, and caught up with me, "Master, where are you going?"
"Where not to go, I just said, just walk around, since it's just a casual walk, there is no definite destination." I said that I had already crossed the aisle just now and walked directly into the hall. Everyone bowed their heads to salute me.
"No!" Seeing that I was about to step out the door, he flashed in front of me.
"you……"
When I was about to ask him if he had forgotten my identity again, his firm gaze met my eyes, "You are a saint now, you can't just let the humans outside see it, otherwise this ritual has no meaning. ."
"But I..." I am not interested in the humans outside, but I want to figure out the blur in my head.
"I know that the purpose of your going out is to restore your memory, but the outside is a human world. You are here for the first time. Even if you go out and watch it, it will not make any sense. So I hope you can think about the overall situation. , And think about your own body. Go back to the room and take a good rest for a few days. After five days, you can naturally walk around." But what he said made me understand that he would never treat me as a master. Come and treat it, because in his heart, the real master is the patriarch, who he said is my father, the father who has no memory.
"Okay." I looked at him coldly for a while, and finally turned and walked to the original room.
"Thank you for your understanding." He followed.
"Understand? Huh!" Stepped into the room first, turned around to block them behind, "This is my room, right?"
"Yes, you are right." He nodded.
"Okay, then you want me to come back to rest, right?" I continued to ask.
"Yes, I hope you can take a good rest, after all, your injury is not completely healed." He answered naturally, but I did not feel his concern.
"Okay, goodbye then!" As I said, I slowly closed the door with a cold smile, blocking the surprise and surprise on their faces.
"Satress-sama, she..."
"Since the young lady wants to rest, then we don't bother her and go!" Sartres turned around and stopped Will's words with his gaze, and took the four of them back to his room.
As soon as he closed the door, Will couldn't help but say, "What is she! How dare you deal with you like this!"
"Yeah! Isn't it a of the patriarch? She really regards herself as the next patriarch." Celia was full of anger. When she saw the opponent, her neck couldn't help but chill.
"Well, you guys remember to me, no matter what status she will be in the end, she is now our master, the saint of the Bright Holy Sect, the jewel in the palm of the patriarch, and the most likely next patriarch." Satris is serious He glanced at them and exhorted.
"But... but she treats you so much, we really can't stand it. You are the highest existence in heaven under the patriarch." Slander was also very dissatisfied.
"Remember, it's not anymore. My master is Misselia, the next patriarch, so her words are mine. You must respect her like me, or I will punish her with family rules. "Satris is not like these simple guys, just looking at the surface, this suddenly powerful girl who feeds on silver blood, since she easily walked out of heaven with golden eyes and silver hair, heaven has sent several groups of sweepers. Every time it was cleaned up, it was obvious that she was powerful, but this time it was even more different. The patriarch came to the world in person, just for her, not to kill her, but to leave her behind and stay with the light clan. Of course, these are all understandable. One more powerful person is naturally not a bad thing, but the method used by the patriarch has made him very concerned. If you want to control her, you can use mental manipulation to directly enter her soul and put the original Some consciousness completely defeated, and then re-shaped a consciousness for her, just like they have to those low-level. But this is dangerous. If the opponent can't accept the pain of soul destruction, or if the opponent is too strong, so if a clearing fails, the opponent will die immediately. No matter what the possibility is, the patriarch does not want her. Death, or...injured. That's why a lot of power was consumed to imprison her original consciousness, or the original soul, with hypnotism, and then hint to her a new name and identity.
These can all be explained by the desire for the strong, but why did the patriarch give her such an identity: his daughter, the next patriarch?
Now he can't guess what the patriarch is thinking at all, so he must be careful with her, otherwise it may cause the patriarch's unhappiness, then he is in danger.
But what he was considering was not what the four subordinates beside him could think of, but he didn't want to explain more.
"Yes! Lord Sartres!" The four of them obediently took their orders. Although there is still dissatisfaction in their hearts, orders are orders, and even if the other party orders them to die, they will certainly accept them.
"Okay, you are all tired too, go back and rest!" Sartres swept his hair.
"Yes!" The four of them exited the room and hurried to their own room. There was no one in the corridor except for them. This place was prepared for them and the angels, so generally no humans would come in.
"Satress today is really weird, why would he be so low on a captive little girl." Celia complained as she walked.
"Hush! Lord Saturis has already said that she is the next patriarch, you should be careful when you speak." Esther reminded coldly.
"That's it!" Celia didn't believe that the other party could really be a patriarch. This was basically because the patriarch wanted to use her to reshape her soul. Sometimes I think about it, really poor humans, or vampires, people who don't even have a soul.
"If you don't believe me, just keep talking, and see how the adult will punish you at that time." Esther looked like a stranger and said, speeding up to her room.
"What do you mean by this? When I said it, I said it, do you want to go to the adult to tell the news?" Celia chased after her unhappily. In fact, she and Estel were in the same room.
"Okay, don't say a few words! Now she is the master, and we don't know what she will be tortured. You should reserve some strength to deal with it!" Slander said, turning to the left because he and Will's room is on the other side.
For a while, you quarreled with me. If humans were to hear them, they would no longer believe in angels. They were just a stronger race, another race different from humans.
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