I Am A Priest In The Otherworld

Chapter 151: 151. You never received any flowers?

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The dark cell, the narrow bars, the chains all over the body, the lewdly smiling man...

Moreover, the man held the little milk cat on the window sill and played with it repeatedly.

The nun can already guess what will happen next...

She hurriedly tried to mobilize the power in her body, but there was no response.

It seems that the other party is very familiar with the witch's methods. It should have been poured a strange potion for me in advance. After a while, I should feel hot all over, dry mouth, blurred eyes, weakness in limbs, and high desire...

And then let the bastard do whatever he wants...

This beautiful witch was thinking wildly for a while, her pale golden eyes glared at Gallo outside the window, wishing she could stare him to death.

Is he the legendary 'Witch Hunter'? The dastardly outlaws who hunt us...

It's really in vain to be blinded by this good-looking skin, but the heart is so dirty and vicious...

Sure enough, every witch can't escape the "misfortune" in fate

And Jia Luo who was outside saw her so angry and refused to admit defeat, and stared at him fiercely, he couldn't help but patted the wall of the confession room, threateningly said:

"Pay attention to your situation! Correct your attitude! Explain the problem honestly!"

But the witch gave a cold snort of disdain, raised her elegant chin, and replied with backbone:

"Hmph! I will never give in!"

"Even if you defile me, my heart will curse you forever!"

Gallo had seen such a stubborn prisoner there before, and he was very angry for a while, as if he was going to cast a magic spell.

Fortunately, the old bishop came out of the kitchen in time, and said as if nothing had happened:

"Gallo, the beets and sauce are gone, can you go get some?"

"Ah? But don't I want to guard this witch?"

Gallo scratched his head in embarrassment.

"Do you want to let the little milk cats go?"

Little milk cat:!!!∑(?Д?ノ)ノ

"They're too small, and they don't have any money on them, so you should go and take Lilian Luo with you."

The old bishop followed suit.

"Okay!"

Lilian Luo happily agreed, and quickly made two small leather shoes on her feet that were only wearing white stockings.

"But I left, what should I do if this witch suddenly violently hurt people?"

Gallo still spoke a little worriedly.

"Let Amiya stay and protect me, you can rest assured about that, right?"

So Gallo called Amiya and asked him to protect the old bishop. Then he took Lilian Luo's little hand and went to the market to buy vegetables.

After he left, the old bishop went back to his room first, found a small wooden box at the bottom of his sleeve, then went back to the window of the confession room, opened the small wooden box, and showed the witch what was inside.

There is a copper badge inside, with a pattern of a woman kneeling and praying engraved in the middle, which looks like a street stall that can be seen everywhere.

But the witch keenly sensed the wonderful fluctuations emanating from the medal, her eyes widened immediately, and she exclaimed:

"This is... the witch's oath?"

"You... no, how did you get it?"

"I used to have some friendship with your sect."

As the old bishop spoke, he opened the door of the confession room, dispelled Gallo's spell that imprisoned her, and loosened those chains to free the witch.

And Amiya stood by, without stopping.

Because it was ordered to protect the old bishop, not to look after this witch...

This is probably because the old bishop said at the time that Amiya should stay and protect him, which unintentionally misled his thinking and caused his order to be neglected.

"It's just a misunderstanding, my student is a little... a little... um... cautious..."

"He actually doesn't have that much malice towards you, it's just relatively... um... be careful..."

The old bishop hesitated before finding a suitable adjective, and continued:

"I hope you can trust me."

After the witch walked out of the confession room, she did not run away in a hurry, but bowed slightly, saluted the old bishop solemnly, and then continued:

"You are our trustworthy friend, and I naturally believe what you say."

The medal displayed by the old bishop is a very special and precious token in the Witch Sect. It is a proof of friendship and trust between the two parties. It will only be given to those who have provided critical assistance to the Witch many times.

Everyone who holds the witch's oath is a great benefactor of the sect, and even the nuns and mentors in the sect have to be respectful.

"Relax, don't be so stiff."

The old bishop motioned her to sit down first, and then grabbed a kitten for her to play with.

The witch let the little milk cat lie on her chest, and asked quickly:

"Although it is a bit abrupt and overstepping, can you show me this witch's oath?"

The old bishop nodded, and generously handed over the small wooden box.

The witch carefully took out the badge, glanced at the back, and was instantly stunned.

Every time the witch owes a big favor to the other party and cannot repay it for the time being, she will leave a trace invisible to the naked eye on the back of the badge that only they can detect, which is regarded as a bad check.

And if the favor is repaid later, this trace will be eliminated.

But on the back of the badge in front of me, there are dense traces...

This means that selling the entire sect is not enough to pay back.

She even wondered if it was a mistake, or a prank or something, but every trace on it was so clear and serious in her eyes...

And she is also fully aware of the meaning of these traces: this is at least the result of saving and helping the sect to survive several times, or even a dozen times of life and death...

Without the old man in front of him, the sect would have died out many times...

"Do you have any orders for me to carry out?"

She returned the badge to the old bishop respectfully, and asked in a low voice.

The other party showed such a heavy badge, even if he committed himself to the young pastor, or even to the weird big black mule next to him, he would nod in agreement without hesitation.

The old bishop immediately used a genuine appeasement spell to calm the restlessness of this beautiful girl, and then continued:

"Don't be nervous, don't be nervous, I don't want to recall those things back then... What's your name, kid?"

"My name is Youlan."

The witch replied quickly, and reported her real name in the sect.

Every witch will give up her original name after joining the sect, and then use a flower as her own name again.

And her name is Orchid, a kind of orchid that grows at the bottom of the valley, also known as Orchid of the Empty Valley, which represents purity and beauty.

And she is indeed just like the name, pure and beautiful.

There are many beautiful witches, but few are pure...

She is a very special witch.

The old bishop chewed on her name for a while, didn't say much, and asked again:

"Actually, my students and I are just curious, why did you suddenly come to our sect?"

You Lan lowered her head slightly, like a student who made a mistake, and answered truthfully:

"I actually came here to find the 'Flower of Destiny'."

"Flower of Destiny?"

The old bishop couldn't help but froze for a moment.

And Youlan's eyes flashed with doubts, and she asked:

"You don't know 'Flower of Destiny'?"

"No, I know, that is something that every witch has, and it can guide you to find the 'happiness' in your destiny..."

"But I've only heard of it, I haven't seen it..."

The old bishop explained with a little embarrassment.

And the expression on You Lan's face couldn't help becoming a bit weird:

"You haven't received the Flower of Destiny?"

"Ahaha, maybe I'm not very popular?"

The old bishop scratched his head.

Whenever witches join the sect, they will get a prophecy of fate and a flower of fate, guiding them to find 'happiness'.

After they find their destiny, they will give the flower of destiny to each other, and they will go to the palace of marriage with them.

Of course, this kind of thing, which is equivalent to a token of love, will not be shown to others at will.

But predictions are not time-sensitive. Sometimes when you find that person, others are too old to walk, but the witch is young and beautiful, so you have to find another good tree.

The other party may not be the "happiness" in the prophecy, maybe it's just another love that I met on the way to find happiness.

As for whether this kind of witch who didn't follow the prophecy would be happy in the end, You Lan didn't know, but a witch who married someone had to leave the sect, and vowed not to reveal the sect's secrets, and never associate with the sect again.

What puzzled You Lan was that even though the old bishop in front of him was very old, he could still see that he was quite handsome when he was young. He should be very popular, right

And he still has such a heavy badge, so why didn't the witch secretly promise him at that time? Give him the Flower of Destiny

Were all the witches back then blind

There's... a story

She was full of curiosity, but she didn't dare to ask if the other party didn't take the initiative to say...

"By the way, is this the Flower of Destiny you're looking for?"

As the old bishop spoke, he spread his hands at Amiya.

Amiya froze for a moment, her red eyes flickered, as if she was struggling and hesitating.

Finally, with that extremely reluctant movement, it took out the hairpin that Gallo gave it from the apron around its waist.

"Ah! That's it!"

You Lan on the side said hastily.

But Amiya didn't hand over the hairpin, she just took it out and shook it, then quickly and carefully put it back, not giving the old bishop any face at all.

"Um...it seems to like this..."

"Is this flower of destiny important to you?"

The old bishop said with some embarrassment.

"No, no, if it likes it, give it to it."

You Lan quickly waved her hand and said generously.

In fact, based on that witch's oath, the other party would have to try their best to find a way, let alone a flower of fate, even if they wanted a sea of flowers of fate...

And this big black mule, she always felt very weird and dangerous, as if it was going to charge up and tear herself to pieces at any time...

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Sorry, I'm too picky...

So this chapter is 3000 words...