Lord Ah, please protect your pure lamb and your devout people...
On the high platform, the gentle and compassionate prayer sounds are like a gurgling spring, exuding a strange power that makes people feel at ease.
The man in a white robe knelt in front of the statue, with a head of satin-like blonde hair pouring down his back, shining with a bright and warm light in the early morning sun.
Just under his feet, the wide square was full of people kneeling, and they sang softly the chant praising the God of Light as the gentle prayer of the man.
This is the weekly morning prayer of Feixi Castle. As the capital of the largest kingdom on the mainland, 90% of the nearly 300,000 people in Feixi Castle are believers of the God of Light.
Before every morning prayer, believers would come from all directions of the city. Even though the temple deliberately chose the place for morning prayer in the largest square of Fort Phase, it still could not stand the vast land that could be stationed for an army was occupied and could not be kept.
In sharp contrast to this is the high platform directly in front of the square. Apart from the two sacred children serving, there is only a statue of the light god who silently overlooks the people and the man in white robe.
Theodovise.
Margaret silently recalled the name again on the tip of his tongue. The great priest of the God of Light, the diocese of Nodo, governed the millions of believers in the Kingdom of Nodo. He had a resounding title of Son of God.
As worthy of being Lord Wisedes, Margaret heard the man kneeling behind her whisper, his voice full of piety and admiration. Even if I just listen to this short quarter of an hour of holy voice, my heart was cleansed.
It was Ah, yes... His words were immediately recognized by the believers around him.
Cleanse...?
Margaret thought she absolutely didn't feel this way.
She is not a believer in the Church of Light, nor does she believe in the illusory gods. The reason why she goes to the square to attend morning prayers every week is just because...
At this time, the morning prayer was over.
Theodore stood up and turned his head.
The morning breeze in early spring still had a slightly cool breath, blowing the blonde hair on the man's chest, blowing the robe slightly shaking, just like a white bird spreading its wings and about to fly, and like a saint descending on earth.
He raised his hand, took care of his blown forehead with his slender fingers, and his fingertips passed by his handsome facial features that were carved by gods. Under his bright eyebrows, his pupils looked like two breathtaking red gems, and his deep pupils seemed to be faintly exposed.
This is not the first time I have seen this face, but every time I see it, Margaret will stand there stupidly.
What kind of favor should be so that God can create such a flawless person.
The Son of God, the Son of God... Only at this moment can Margaret understand why this great priest was called this.
If there is really God in this world, then the one He sent to the world must be someone like Theodore.
In the distance, the slender and tall figure of the great priest was slowly stepping down the platform.
The crowd began to rush towards him like a tide, the devout believers cheered and cried, and even knelt down to kiss his robe, and the gentle and compassionate smile on Theodore's face did not change at all.
He bowed down and patiently helped up every old man kneeling on the ground.
He bent down and sent sincere blessings to every child.
Whether before him was a ragged beggar or a jewel-like noble lady, his comfort and whispers treated him equally.
Lord Wisedes!Lord Wisedes!Margareted in the crowd, desperately stretching out her hand to the man in the middle of the vortex. Please... please give me a little blessing!
In the legend of the Church of Light, if a saint with the power of holy belief has physical contact with the believer, he will receive blessings from the gods and will be lucky all year long.
Margaret didn't believe this messy rumor, she squeezed forward with all her might, just trying to touch the man.
But until Theodore left the square, she still didn't get what she wanted.
Alas... The girl was just right after being squeezed into a crooked collar, she threw one of her shoes and her hat disappeared.
She would come to attend morning prayers every week for a whole year, and the closest thing to Theodore was to almost touch the corner of his robe.
As the difference between them, the closest distance is probably only touching the square with all their strength.
As soon as Theodore left, the crowds in the square dispersed in a short while.
Margaret pulled back and accidentally bumped into a big man.
The other party was obviously a hot-tempered guy. He was about to curse, but after seeing Margaret's appearance, he quickly took a few steps back in disgust, turned around and ran away cursingly.
whispering sound.The girl hummed a light and disdainful sound from her nose, and subconsciously reached out to touch her head.
Mom, look at that sister’s head!The little girl passing by pointed at Margaret's head in surprise, and was immediately covered by her mother's mouth and pulled away in panic.
Damn it!He was attracted by the little girl's voice and more and more people looked at Margaret Margaret.
She raised her head and looked around fiercely for a while, and people immediately dodged.
Demon, isn’t that a demon?
Oh my God, how could such a dirty thing appear here.
Too scary...
Panic and disgust were like scattered ripples, spreading throughout the square in an instant.
Originally, there were a few passers-by standing near Margaret, and they all fled in a hurry.
Coward, amid these noisy discussions, the girl not only did not get angry, but instead showed a sarcastic smile. The people in the upper city are indeed like the little lamb. The bastards in the slums will spit at me. Why? Her eyes fell on a young man who had been secretly looking at her. Haven't you seen the demon?Under the ray of sunlight, the two tiger teeth that the girl deliberately exposed seemed to have a sharp and cold light. There were two small black sharp corners on her head, and her excessively gorgeous appearance exuded a strange beauty.
Ah…Ah!The young man was immediately frightened and screamed and fled in panic.
Hahahahahaha!Margaret laughed loudly, and the hat used to cover it was squeezed out. Since her identity had been exposed, she simply showed her sharp corners that were different from ordinary people, walking calmly on the crowded streets as if no one was around.
As for those spying and cursing, she had long been accustomed to it, and she found it funny.
He only dared to talk behind his back and didn't even have the courage to look directly at her, so these people had only this little future.
As he walked back to the slums, fewer people were talking about Margaret.
There was even a homeless man lying under the wall who saw her and smiled and showed his rotten teeth: Oh, the little bastard is back.
Margaret grinned and flew up and kicked the homeless man in the stomach: Victor, old Hansen never told you, will a slut-mouthed person die early?She said, while maliciously stomping Victor's stomach, until the homeless man ÁÁ cried and begged for mercy, he let him go calmly.
After witnessing this scene, no one on the street was willing to pay attention to Margaret.
Although a demon is rare, this cruel and ruthless gangster has been living in a slum since childhood, and no one who lives here knows her.
But a few naughty children followed Margaret, singing unevenly songs that had been circulated a long time ago: Little devil, with a long horn, father unknown, mother fell ill.Eat human flesh and drink blood soup...
Only after slamming the door and isolating the annoying singing outside, Margaret collapsed tiredly on the chair.
This dilapidated cottage is her home. The room is dark and the windows are tightly sealed. Even in the early morning, there is no trace of sunshine.
Her mother died when she was only one year old, and she stumbled and grew up until now. This is Margaret, the life of this miserable girl.
When Ye Xuan first came here, she was mentally prepared and was not surprised to return to the world of mission again.
This time, the hostel is Margaret who lives in the Kingdom of Nodo in the Wisen Continent, and just across the vast ocean, there is another girl named Margaret.
The difference is that Margaret is a genius and useless magician, and this Margaret girl smiled bitterly and was a half-demon.
More than a thousand years ago, it was an era when demons were raging.
Those creatures from the Abyss Hell have powerful strength and cruel means. They invaded the human homes and were not driven back to hell by the God of Light until three hundred years ago.
But there are still some demons who stayed there. They were hidden in the continent, and some even combined with humans to give birth to offspring. Margaret is the child born to demons and humans.
Her mother is an ordinary pharmacist and her father is a demon.
It was precisely because of the man who didn't even know his name that there were two black sharp corners on Margaret's head that belonged to the demon alone.
The blood of human hatred flowed on her body. As long as Margaret remembers, bastards, evil ghosts... all kinds of unbearable insults have been with her.
Language is the most useless thing, but it is also the most hurtful thing.
In this day after day, Margaret struggled at the bottom of society and miraculously grew to sixteen years old.
She had already developed a rock-solid heart, and being bullied, insulted, or even tortured, was nothing to her.
If there is anything that can touch her... the girl subconsciously put her hand into her arms and rubbed the delicate little bottle, then there was only the man in a blond and white robe.
Lord Wisedes... Even when she mentioned that man in a nobody's land, she did not dare to call him by her name out of inferiority.
Margaret knew that her obsession with that man was just a ridiculous delusion and a fool.She cursed in a low voice, and was about to stand up when the worn wooden door was knocked.
who?In the slum, no one will knock on the door.
No one answered outside the house, and Margaret suspected that the naughty kids were playing tricks.
She frowned and opened the door with a flash. She was about to teach those bad guys a lesson when she suddenly turned black and she fainted on the ground.
On the high platform, the gentle and compassionate prayer sounds are like a gurgling spring, exuding a strange power that makes people feel at ease.
The man in a white robe knelt in front of the statue, with a head of satin-like blonde hair pouring down his back, shining with a bright and warm light in the early morning sun.
Just under his feet, the wide square was full of people kneeling, and they sang softly the chant praising the God of Light as the gentle prayer of the man.
This is the weekly morning prayer of Feixi Castle. As the capital of the largest kingdom on the mainland, 90% of the nearly 300,000 people in Feixi Castle are believers of the God of Light.
Before every morning prayer, believers would come from all directions of the city. Even though the temple deliberately chose the place for morning prayer in the largest square of Fort Phase, it still could not stand the vast land that could be stationed for an army was occupied and could not be kept.
In sharp contrast to this is the high platform directly in front of the square. Apart from the two sacred children serving, there is only a statue of the light god who silently overlooks the people and the man in white robe.
Theodovise.
Margaret silently recalled the name again on the tip of his tongue. The great priest of the God of Light, the diocese of Nodo, governed the millions of believers in the Kingdom of Nodo. He had a resounding title of Son of God.
As worthy of being Lord Wisedes, Margaret heard the man kneeling behind her whisper, his voice full of piety and admiration. Even if I just listen to this short quarter of an hour of holy voice, my heart was cleansed.
It was Ah, yes... His words were immediately recognized by the believers around him.
Cleanse...?
Margaret thought she absolutely didn't feel this way.
She is not a believer in the Church of Light, nor does she believe in the illusory gods. The reason why she goes to the square to attend morning prayers every week is just because...
At this time, the morning prayer was over.
Theodore stood up and turned his head.
The morning breeze in early spring still had a slightly cool breath, blowing the blonde hair on the man's chest, blowing the robe slightly shaking, just like a white bird spreading its wings and about to fly, and like a saint descending on earth.
He raised his hand, took care of his blown forehead with his slender fingers, and his fingertips passed by his handsome facial features that were carved by gods. Under his bright eyebrows, his pupils looked like two breathtaking red gems, and his deep pupils seemed to be faintly exposed.
This is not the first time I have seen this face, but every time I see it, Margaret will stand there stupidly.
What kind of favor should be so that God can create such a flawless person.
The Son of God, the Son of God... Only at this moment can Margaret understand why this great priest was called this.
If there is really God in this world, then the one He sent to the world must be someone like Theodore.
In the distance, the slender and tall figure of the great priest was slowly stepping down the platform.
The crowd began to rush towards him like a tide, the devout believers cheered and cried, and even knelt down to kiss his robe, and the gentle and compassionate smile on Theodore's face did not change at all.
He bowed down and patiently helped up every old man kneeling on the ground.
He bent down and sent sincere blessings to every child.
Whether before him was a ragged beggar or a jewel-like noble lady, his comfort and whispers treated him equally.
Lord Wisedes!Lord Wisedes!Margareted in the crowd, desperately stretching out her hand to the man in the middle of the vortex. Please... please give me a little blessing!
In the legend of the Church of Light, if a saint with the power of holy belief has physical contact with the believer, he will receive blessings from the gods and will be lucky all year long.
Margaret didn't believe this messy rumor, she squeezed forward with all her might, just trying to touch the man.
But until Theodore left the square, she still didn't get what she wanted.
Alas... The girl was just right after being squeezed into a crooked collar, she threw one of her shoes and her hat disappeared.
She would come to attend morning prayers every week for a whole year, and the closest thing to Theodore was to almost touch the corner of his robe.
As the difference between them, the closest distance is probably only touching the square with all their strength.
As soon as Theodore left, the crowds in the square dispersed in a short while.
Margaret pulled back and accidentally bumped into a big man.
The other party was obviously a hot-tempered guy. He was about to curse, but after seeing Margaret's appearance, he quickly took a few steps back in disgust, turned around and ran away cursingly.
whispering sound.The girl hummed a light and disdainful sound from her nose, and subconsciously reached out to touch her head.
Mom, look at that sister’s head!The little girl passing by pointed at Margaret's head in surprise, and was immediately covered by her mother's mouth and pulled away in panic.
Damn it!He was attracted by the little girl's voice and more and more people looked at Margaret Margaret.
She raised her head and looked around fiercely for a while, and people immediately dodged.
Demon, isn’t that a demon?
Oh my God, how could such a dirty thing appear here.
Too scary...
Panic and disgust were like scattered ripples, spreading throughout the square in an instant.
Originally, there were a few passers-by standing near Margaret, and they all fled in a hurry.
Coward, amid these noisy discussions, the girl not only did not get angry, but instead showed a sarcastic smile. The people in the upper city are indeed like the little lamb. The bastards in the slums will spit at me. Why? Her eyes fell on a young man who had been secretly looking at her. Haven't you seen the demon?Under the ray of sunlight, the two tiger teeth that the girl deliberately exposed seemed to have a sharp and cold light. There were two small black sharp corners on her head, and her excessively gorgeous appearance exuded a strange beauty.
Ah…Ah!The young man was immediately frightened and screamed and fled in panic.
Hahahahahaha!Margaret laughed loudly, and the hat used to cover it was squeezed out. Since her identity had been exposed, she simply showed her sharp corners that were different from ordinary people, walking calmly on the crowded streets as if no one was around.
As for those spying and cursing, she had long been accustomed to it, and she found it funny.
He only dared to talk behind his back and didn't even have the courage to look directly at her, so these people had only this little future.
As he walked back to the slums, fewer people were talking about Margaret.
There was even a homeless man lying under the wall who saw her and smiled and showed his rotten teeth: Oh, the little bastard is back.
Margaret grinned and flew up and kicked the homeless man in the stomach: Victor, old Hansen never told you, will a slut-mouthed person die early?She said, while maliciously stomping Victor's stomach, until the homeless man ÁÁ cried and begged for mercy, he let him go calmly.
After witnessing this scene, no one on the street was willing to pay attention to Margaret.
Although a demon is rare, this cruel and ruthless gangster has been living in a slum since childhood, and no one who lives here knows her.
But a few naughty children followed Margaret, singing unevenly songs that had been circulated a long time ago: Little devil, with a long horn, father unknown, mother fell ill.Eat human flesh and drink blood soup...
Only after slamming the door and isolating the annoying singing outside, Margaret collapsed tiredly on the chair.
This dilapidated cottage is her home. The room is dark and the windows are tightly sealed. Even in the early morning, there is no trace of sunshine.
Her mother died when she was only one year old, and she stumbled and grew up until now. This is Margaret, the life of this miserable girl.
When Ye Xuan first came here, she was mentally prepared and was not surprised to return to the world of mission again.
This time, the hostel is Margaret who lives in the Kingdom of Nodo in the Wisen Continent, and just across the vast ocean, there is another girl named Margaret.
The difference is that Margaret is a genius and useless magician, and this Margaret girl smiled bitterly and was a half-demon.
More than a thousand years ago, it was an era when demons were raging.
Those creatures from the Abyss Hell have powerful strength and cruel means. They invaded the human homes and were not driven back to hell by the God of Light until three hundred years ago.
But there are still some demons who stayed there. They were hidden in the continent, and some even combined with humans to give birth to offspring. Margaret is the child born to demons and humans.
Her mother is an ordinary pharmacist and her father is a demon.
It was precisely because of the man who didn't even know his name that there were two black sharp corners on Margaret's head that belonged to the demon alone.
The blood of human hatred flowed on her body. As long as Margaret remembers, bastards, evil ghosts... all kinds of unbearable insults have been with her.
Language is the most useless thing, but it is also the most hurtful thing.
In this day after day, Margaret struggled at the bottom of society and miraculously grew to sixteen years old.
She had already developed a rock-solid heart, and being bullied, insulted, or even tortured, was nothing to her.
If there is anything that can touch her... the girl subconsciously put her hand into her arms and rubbed the delicate little bottle, then there was only the man in a blond and white robe.
Lord Wisedes... Even when she mentioned that man in a nobody's land, she did not dare to call him by her name out of inferiority.
Margaret knew that her obsession with that man was just a ridiculous delusion and a fool.She cursed in a low voice, and was about to stand up when the worn wooden door was knocked.
who?In the slum, no one will knock on the door.
No one answered outside the house, and Margaret suspected that the naughty kids were playing tricks.
She frowned and opened the door with a flash. She was about to teach those bad guys a lesson when she suddenly turned black and she fainted on the ground.
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