Soon, those bishops, archbishops, including the pope and saintess all knew about Sylvia's strange behavior.

When everyone came to see her the next day, they found that Sylvia was still sound asleep, while Aurora and Carol had already woken up early and were praying devoutly in front of the pagans.

"Sir Pope, that's it."

The believers in charge of the records recounted Sivia's actions late last night word for word, including the story she told.

"She wants to impress Bennett with a story?"

One of the bishops couldn't help but ask aloud. To be honest, I don't know if it was because of the lack of that atmosphere or because the person who recounted was emotionally unhappy. The people present did not feel much shock and anger.

Just simply analyzing why Sylvia did this.

Only the Pope, he adjusted his glasses, looked at those who were frowning and thought, and smiled inexplicably.

In this room, at least 90% of the nobles were born.

It's brutal and realistic.

No matter how vigorously the Church of Light promotes the equality of all living beings, it is undeniable that the nobles have an inherent advantage.

The vast majority of civilians and poor people simply cannot have the good luck of Sylvia.

If you are lucky, you can only become a priest and a knight, and it is almost impossible to become a priest.

So they won't understand why Sylvia tells this story, because many people feel that it is not normal for nobles to have some privileges from the bottom of their hearts?

Just like the nobles in the story who did evil things, even if they are discovered, three lives are only a few gold coins. The commoners may be more expensive, but they will never let people die.

This is the darkness under the light.

For the next few days, Sylvia would get up late at night every day to tell Bennett a story.

No matter how the story goes, the ending is very depressing. There is no revenge, only hatred. After all, there are too few talented and lucky people like Bennett in this world.

Such days continued until the ninth day. In the middle of the night, Sylvia was about to leave after telling a "depressing" story as usual.

A low, hoarse voice appeared.

"What do you want to do?"

There are only two people here, Sylvia and Bennett, and it is obvious who said this.

Sylvia turned to look at Bennett. After so many days, this was the first time the two met eyes. She found that Bennett's eyes were really beautiful.

Brilliant gold, reminiscent of autumn wheat ears, this is a pair of hopeful eyes.

So Sylvia smiled, "I'm just telling a story."

Clap la la, the chain made a crisp metal crash, Bennett changed his sitting position, his head was slightly lowered, and it seemed that he didn't want to talk to Sylvia anymore.

She blinked her eyes and didn't mind, just like she didn't have this conversation, she went back to her room, washed, slept, good night~

"Sir Pope." The recorder on the other side looked at the expressionless Pope and called out cautiously. Since reporting on Sylvia's actions that day, some people have waited until late at night to see what Sylvia wanted to do. what.

But after so many days, only the Pope and the bishop named Adonis remained.

The Pope was different. He opened a room alone to observe Sylvia and did not appear in front of the bishop.

"Ah, it's over." The Pope seemed to have just recovered. "Today's story is also very exciting. I don't know where Sylvia got so many interesting stories."

It seemed like a small talk, but no one dared to talk, and the Pope didn't mind, and disappeared in front of several people in a flash.

The few people who remained looked at each other in dismay, and soon lowered their heads and went about their own business.

Tenth day, eleventh day...

Sylvia still maintained the rhythm of one story a day, and Bennett hadn't said a word since that day.

The turning point of the matter was on the sixteenth day, when Sylvia still did not influence Bennett, but heard the footsteps of a third person.

It was the knight who brought her here. After seeing Sylvia, he bowed respectfully, "Sir Sylvia, the result is out, you can go out."

Ah, someone has made it.

Sylvia was not too disappointed when she heard this, and she still had a slight smile on her face, "Can you wait for me for a while, I want to talk a little more."

The knight naturally nodded in agreement, quietly stepped aside, and waited for Sylvia.

I saw her coming to Bennett, this time there was no stool or background music, only Sylvia's own voice.

"The last story, tell me about myself."

"My mother died when I was born, and my father was a blacksmith who treated me well, but he also passed away some time ago..."

Sylvia's experience was miserable, and it was nothing compared to Bennett, but it was inexplicably sad for a ten-year-old girl to tell her story so lightly.

"Bennett, I'm very lucky to be a saint candidate."

"I believe that I will become a saint in the end!"

Madness!

This is the feeling that Sylvia is giving people now, a powerless civilian, where does the confidence come from?

"What do you want to do when you become a saint?"

Unexpectedly, Bennett picked up on her words, his eyes are now sharp, and it seems that he can shine directly into Sylvia's true heart.

This is a pair of eyes that have seen blood light. If it was an ordinary child, I would be scared and stupid, but Sylvia looked back without flinching.

"Let the light illuminate every darkness!"

Sylvia didn't say that I will punish the nobles who have committed crimes, and I will definitely stand up for the commoners and the poor, she just used a sentence that the Pope had said before.

At first glance, it seems like a simple slogan, but in fact, it is a very difficult thing to do. There is light and there must be darkness. Those dirty things are exhausted and Sylvia may not be able to get rid of it in her life.

However, as long as she did it with a clear conscience, it would be the best explanation for herself and Sylvia.

"Ha ha ha ha--"

Bennett laughed loudly, "You people, always say it nicely."

"Little devil, last question, are those stories true?"

The corner of Sylvia's mouth twitched playfully, "It's fake, it's all made up by me."

In fact, it doesn't matter if it's true or false. There are definitely more tragic real events in this world than this story, and the ending will only be more depressing than the one in Sylvia's story.

Bennett burst into laughter again, and even kept moving with the chain. He understood what Sylvia meant, nothing more than that he could kill more wicked people and save more people who had the same tragic experience as him.

But, why didn't anyone come to rescue his poor sister at that time?

The knight on the side saw that Bennett's mood seemed wrong, and stood in front of Sylvia vigilantly. Although he believed in the defense of the prison, it was always good just in case.

Sylvia came out from behind the knight, "Bennett, I hope we can meet again."

After saying this, she turned around, "Lord Knight, let's go."

"Okay, Lord Sylvia."

With a handsome back and no unnecessary words, Bennett just watched Sylvia leave gradually, and the palms hanging by his side were slowly clenched a little bit, and many residual scars could be seen on them.

This strength was also acquired by Bennet with his life.

Seeing the natural sunlight again, Sylvia stretched lazily, then looked at the group of people standing there.

The Pope and the Saint were headed by them, and Aurora and Carroll were already waiting there. Seeing the expressions of the two, Sylvia didn't know which one had won.

"This selection, the winner - O..."

It seems that he saw Sylvia's doubts, and the Pope didn't give a shit. Seeing that everyone had arrived, he just wanted to announce the result. However, the first syllable had just been exported.

The Pope's expression changed suddenly, and his eyes looked straight at the direction that Sylvia entered.

"Sir Pope..." Archbishop Rocco shouted, and then the Holy Maiden frowned. The changes of these people suddenly fluctuated the atmosphere present.

Wasn't the winner declared just now?

Why did it stop suddenly?

Just when everyone was wondering, the Pope suddenly smiled at Sylvia, "What a pity..."

A white light soaring into the sky suddenly emerged from the ground. This was a gift from God, a gift to those who abandoned the darkness and turned to the light.

And not long ago, the same white light, at a similar distance, also appeared.

That white light also determined Aurora to be the winner of this selection, and she successfully influenced the pagan.

It's just... this way, isn't it?

All eyes were on Sylvia. At this moment, she was even more eye-catching than the victor Aurora.

[Side line: Bennett's Hate, completion progress 60/100]

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