The Holy Maiden of Light Wants To Change Jobs

It was almost a dazzling sight, and the environment around Sylvia was completely different.

She and the saint next to her are standing next to a large fountain, clean and clear water rushing out, and if you look closely, you can see a small rainbow.

In front of it is a cathedral, and this is where the believers who normally come up through the statue should appear.

And Sylvia simply skipped that step because of the saintess.

Just after the two stood firm, the Pope brought Adonis and the others to the side.

However, because of the large area, even if there were so many people all at once, Sylvia did not feel crowded at all.

"Your name is Sylvia, right?"

"Yes, Lady Saint."

Sylvia bowed her head slightly to show respect. This time she seemed to make a lot of noise again. What the **** is this God of Light trying to do?

Is it possible that it is not only a face control but also a lo*ic*n?

A hint of meaning flashed through the emerald-like eyes of the saint, "Work hard, I believe we are destined."

This is a very straightforward statement.

Even though Sylvia made a lot of noise just now, she was only a saintess candidate on the bright side.

The words of the Holy Maiden are almost saying that I am optimistic about you, and you will definitely become a Holy Maiden.

What's the difference between this and an emperor saying, I think you can inherit my throne.

But Sylvia was not happy with the approval. Instead, when she heard this, her heart froze. The old ancestor said it well, and the wood show is in the forest and the wind will destroy it.

As long as I haven't become an official saint for one day, anything can happen, and now the saint's words have put myself on fire.

She could even feel that her gaze was a little hotter, but what could she do?

The little girl who could only pretend that she didn't understand anything, smiled and said, "I will try my best to live up to the expectations of adults!"

Then, the saint nodded to her and disappeared.

Immediately afterwards, as promised, the Pope adjusted his glasses, smiled encouragingly at her, and disappeared.

Watching the two biggest bosses leave, the remaining people probably felt that they couldn't be too eager, and they also left one after another.

Only a few people who should know Adonis left here after saying a few plausible congratulations.

Soon only the three of Sylvia were left beside this fountain, oh, and Ann, the cub lying on her shoulders.

At this time, Adonis finally waited for the opportunity to stroll and approached Sylvia, lowered his head and gently pinned a strand of Sylvia's blond hair behind his ear, "Sylvia, you must work hard to live."

Like a devil's murmur, and like a mother's advice, Adonis's words made Sylvia's smile brighter, and those beautiful eyes were even more shining.

"Silvia will definitely live a hundred years old~ Lord Adonis, what do you think?"

"Of course, my lord will bless our Sylvia."

The two looked at each other and quickly moved away, probably only they knew the real thoughts in their hearts.

Maybe, one more, God?

As one of the saintess candidates, Sylvia has a special accommodation arrangement in the Holy Land. Daisy can live with her, but Adonis will return to the place where the bishop should live.

"The other two candidates have arrived, and you should meet soon."

After delivering Sylvia, Adonis didn't say anything else, just took a deep look at her and left here.

"Lord Sylvia?"

As soon as Adonis left, the iron door opened from the inside, and a middle-aged man in a butler costume walked out.

"My name is Burton, and I will be in charge of some of your daily affairs, Lord Sylvia, for a while, please come with me first."

This man named Burton was serious in capital letters, and he was steadfast in his speech. He happened to be the type of person that Sylvia did not like or deal with.

"Okay, Mr. Burton."

Sylvia followed behind him obediently, stepping into this small manor step by step, like stepping into a whole new world.

It is said to be a small manor, but from Sylvia's point of view, it is actually not small, and it has everything that should be there. From the ground, the palace does not seem to occupy a large area, but I didn't expect it to be completely different.

Is this magic again?

She was looking forward more and more to the time to formally learn how to use the Force of Light.

Burton didn't take Sylvia around for too long, but after a basic introduction to the manor and some taboos in the Holy Land, he said that he would let Daisy follow him to receive "training" first.

And Sylvia was taken to her room.

"You can ring this bell if you need anything, and we'll be there right away."

"Now you can take a good rest, and there will be a formal meeting party in the evening."

...

After a few more exhortations, after seeing that Sylvia had listened, Burton took Daisy away, really floating, walking without any sound.

As for Sylvia, she quickly closed the door, grabbed Ann on her shoulder and put it in front of her eyes, "What happened just now? Tell me in detail!"

Ann: "Hiccup—"

He was eating too much, and being shaken by Sylvia like this, he couldn't help but...

The corner of Sylvia's mouth twitched, and when she saw the table next to it, she placed it on the table and sat down herself. It seemed that she was going to have a good "talk".

"Hiccup—" Another loud hiccup, Ann seemed to want to rub her stomach, but the wings were a little weak, and they were always out of place.

He simply lay on his back, revealing his hairy belly, "Knead me first, I'm dying."

A delicate white finger pressed Ann's belly, making him let out a satisfied sigh, "You were incredible just now."

Sylvia paused, "Be specific."

Ann didn't give a shit, "You have attracted the gods."

God descended!

As soon as she heard these two words, Sylvia knew why there were so many people kneeling in front of her when she opened her eyes just now.

God descends, as the name implies, God himself descends.

It was not the same concept as the miracle in Sylvia's first test. At that time, it was just a blessing from God, and this divine descent could represent power. Logically, if Sylvia at that time was willing, it would not be a problem to destroy half of the Holy Land.

"What level of divine descent?" Sylvia quickly asked.

"It looks like it's level three."

call--

Sylvia breathed a sigh of relief. Divine descents were also graded. The third level was the lowest and the first level was the highest. It is said that from ancient times to the present, the first level of divine descent has only happened twice.

Every time it was the juncture of life and death for the Light God Cult, and it was only the first-level gods who sacrificed in exchange for the sacrifice of many believers.

But the third-level **** descends... It doesn't seem to be much better.

"Are you unhappy? As soon as this third-level **** descends, the position of the saint is almost certainly yours."

Yes, any prayer can trigger the third-level divine descent, so how much the God of Light likes her. Unless the temple wants to change her faith, the position of the saint can almost be said to be Sylvia's.

"Then...it must be under the condition that I am alive."

Sylvia withdrew her hand and slumped on the table. Her dazzling blonde hair seemed to have lost its luster because of her master's mood. Now she was exuding messages such as "frustrated", "trouble", "horrible" and so on. .

An was stunned, and then burst out laughing, "Are you worried about this?"

Sylvia raised her head, her blond hair trembled, "Master An, what advice do you have?"

That smile, unspeakable dog legs.

An wing pointed to his stomach, the meaning was obvious, Sylvia naturally massaged directly and alternately with the **** that were very face-saving.

Huh? Why does this scene feel a little familiar?

"Don't worry, those old guys won't let you die, and they don't dare to let you die, but!" An paused, "There will still be some tests that should be expected, and they will even be more cruel than before."

Although An's words were not clearly stated, Sylvia realized what he meant, and suddenly understood why the Holy Maiden did this just now.

Logically, there is no conflict of interest between the two of them.

Unless, the test has already begun from that moment.

Because of her outstanding performance, the temple must also prevent herself from being disobedient. Proper carrots and sticks can make her more loyal to the temple.

Or you can use her to catch some bad guys.

In any case, he is a very useful "tool".

Does that mean that Adonis also saw this layer of things, and then suddenly "changed his style" and said those words to himself?

Or, what is he implying to himself?

"Ah - bald."

A Silvia, suddenly lost her dream.

She really wanted to be a salted fish waiting to die, but things came one after another.

Lord Light God, where did you see me?

Can't I change it?

Since it is a dinner party, there are still some preparations that should be made, but because the Temple of Light does not advocate extravagance and waste, there is no noble style, and the clothes are all according to the level that the temple should have.

Like Sylvia, she doesn't need to change her clothes. She wears the standard attire of a saintess candidate, but her hair and makeup need to be adjusted a little.

This kind of thing is naturally left to professional people to do.

Burton knocked on Sylvia's door on time, and then returned Daisy. At the same time, there was another maid, and the two worked together.

Sylvia was done at once.

"Lord Sylvia, Bishop Adonis is already waiting at the door."

Burton said this sentence slowly after Sylvia prepared everything, so that Sylvia couldn't say the sentence "Why didn't you say it earlier?"

She just smirked, "Okay, I see."

It was said to be a dinner party, but Sylvia was the only one who could go there, not even Ann was fit to go with her, so she and Adonis were in the same group.

"Silvia."

Adonis was standing at the door, holding a book in his hand. After seeing Sylvia, the book disappeared in his hand, and it should have been placed in the storage space.

"Bishop Adonis, the dinner is about to start, please come with me."

Burton led the way with a stern face, while Sylvia and Adonis made eye contact in the back.

"all the best?"

"smoothly."

"Don't take the dinner party lightly."

"clear."

The ghost knows when she and Adonis developed a tacit understanding.

The melodious sound of music came from a distance, and Sylvia finally looked at Adonis, then looked straight ahead, took a deep breath, and the corners of her mouth hooked slightly.

This is her official appearance.

Those ghosts, ghosts and ghosts, give me a break!

[Cause jealousy, danger value +3. Note: If the danger value exceeds 5, there is a small probability of minor injury accidents, and if the danger value exceeds 10, there may be danger to life. Currently: 4]