Tuttle Medical Hall.
"Dr. Tuttle."
As soon as Tuttle looked up, he saw the extremely beautiful blond girl standing in front of him.
She hugged Mrs. Fergus, her frail body seemed to be crushed by the layers of skirts on her body, but she still stood upright, looking into his eyes, with a kind of determination, saying no something that came out—
It felt strange to him.
"Miss Fergus, where have you been?" Dr. Tuttle realized that he had used a reproachful tone as soon as he spoke, "Sorry, I didn't mean to..."
"It's just that Mrs. Fergus needs to be buried properly."
Liu Yu looked at Dr. Tuttle's red eye sockets:
"Mother is not dead."
Then, those red, dull eyes suddenly burst into light, and fell silent again.
"Miss Fergus, you have to accept this fact..." He said in a reminiscent tone, "Eight years ago, I also saw a woman who was driven to the stable by her husband before the fire burned her. died. The woman was Mal's mother."
Mal, the name of the little black man.
"Just because she gave birth to a son with black pearl skin."
Dr. Tuttle's voice was distressed.
"But she doesn't have a daughter who can fly." Liu Yu gently put Mrs. Fergus on a bench beside her, "Doctor Tuttle, please believe me, I will save my mother."
"If the price of saving her is to make a deal with the devil, I don't think Madam will be willing."
Dr. Tuttle was not convinced.
"I will become a saint, and I will pray to God—" She looked at him with sincere eyes, "Believe me, the temple will send good news. But before that, I have a request."
Dr. Tuttle watched her for a long time, and at last was struck by her sincerity.
"Tell me, if I can help."
"I would like to ask you to take care of her for a period of time until I come back—it won't be more than half a year, don't worry. But, you have to keep this matter a secret, including that black boy."
Dr. Tuttle was one of the few people Liu Yu found in this world who could always remain sober and tolerant. This reminded her of those Doctors Without Borders in her previous life.
Now, she can only trust him—
Most of all, the love in his eyes told her that he would never hurt Mrs. Fergus.
"She will rot."
"No, she won't." Liu Yu showed him Mrs. Fergus's rosy cheeks and lukewarm skin. "As I said, she's still alive. I'll find a solution. You..."
She looked at her imploringly:
"You'll help me, won't you?"
"… it is good."
After a long time, Dr. Tuttle agreed to her.
There was relief in his fierce-looking eyes, and his tolerance and kindness made him believe in the child he had watched grow up:
"Miss Fergus, you have changed a lot. Now you have grown into a dense tree, which can shelter people from wind and rain."
"No," the girl lowered her eyes, her voice was very low, "... this time, it's my fault, I got my mother involved."
She thought too simply.
Beauty without the protection of power is a poison that urges death.
The accusation of blasphemy has exacerbated this process. The Duke of Rodney is just one of them. His lust, his inflated desire for dominance, and their old grievances all made him eager to come to the door the next day, wanting to get his hands on this troubled city-state's number one beauty—
The tragedy of Mrs. Fergus, sooner or later, will happen.
"Son, don't use other people's faults to punish yourself."
"No, it's not punishment." Liu Yu shook his head, "It's a blow to the head, it's sobriety."
She said she was a hawk.
But it is wrong to want to be a domesticated domestic cat.
As for Lewis—
You have to listen to it at a discount.
But he was right about one thing.
Climbing to the top of the world and possessing supreme power, only in this way, she has the right to choose her life freely, whether it is a country house with a fireplace, or a luxurious and spacious palace——
Instead of life choosing for her.
Therefore, she went to God's side to find the answer to truly becoming a God:
She hadn't forgotten that he still owed her an unfulfilled promise.
"But, Miss Fergus," Dr. Tuttle looked at her gently, "I have to give you a piece of advice from those who have experienced it. Before making any decisions, listen to your own heart."
heart...
Liu Yu looked at the sleeping Mrs. Fergus:
"But sometimes, your heart and your goal run counter to each other."
She asked Dr. Tuttle a few words, then bid farewell to him, and used the levitation technique to go to Nasi Snow Mountain.
No one had been to the top of the mountain, and the thorns were swaying in the wind. She picked a few flowers and collected them before going to the temple.
Before getting close, the golden knight's saber had already reached his throat, and his young face was full of guard:
"The blasphemers are not allowed to approach the temple half a step."
Looking at the opponent's posture as if facing a formidable enemy, Liu Yu said with a smile: "Belia Fergus, please see Bishop Bruce."
"Master Bruce will not see you."
"He will meet me." Liu Yu insisted, "I'm still a candidate for the Holy Maiden in Ellen Continent."
"A blasphemer is not eligible for candidacy."
The Golden Knight refused mercilessly.
But Liu Yu took a step forward, the sharp blade directly cut the flesh of her neck, and bright red blood dripped down.
Before she could speak, the Golden Knight was startled, and hastily withdrew his sword:
"Miss Fergus! Don't push me."
Liu Yu stepped forward step by step, forcing the knights to keep retreating with their swords. They neither dared to touch her, nor dared to kill her. The dozens of sinkholes in the square were still vividly visible, and no one dared to take the risk of angering her again. The danger of the gods.
Malan hurried over:
"Blasphemer, you still have the face!"
Just as he was about to wave his scepter, he was stopped by the angel in white behind him: "Master Malan, stop! Please leave this matter to Lord Bruce for adjudication."
"She destroyed the statue of light in the center of Solo city-state! She is a blasphemer, an apostate! She deserves to die!"
"Malan! That's enough." Bishop Bruce led a group of white-clothed emissaries over. He walked in a hurry, and the bishop's crown on his head was a little crooked because of walking too fast, "Miss Fergus! I thought there was nothing to do between us." That's it."
"I'm still a candidate for the saint."
"The chariot of the temple has left."
"Then, the temple will send someone to send me there."
"They don't welcome you." Bishop Bruce seldom said such heavy words. He felt a little troubled by this messy girl, "Miss Fergus, you'd better go back."
"But the one who really makes the choice should be God. Lord Bruce, how do you know that God doesn't welcome me?"
Even if God doesn't choose her, she still has a chance to fulfill her promise.
Bishop Bruce looked at her deeply for a long time:
"Okay, I will send a carriage to take you to the temple. Everything will be decided by God himself."
"Master Bruce! Are you also bewitched by her rhetoric?" Malan raised his neck, "She can't go!"
"Malan, God's will is beyond our control."
Bruce waved his hand and ordered the carriage to be prepared to send Liu Yu off.
"You are the wisest and kindest elder I have ever seen."
Liu Yu lifted the hem of his skirt and saluted him respectfully.
Bishop Bruce looked at the wound on her neck and made an evaluation without hesitation:
"Miss Fergus is the most cunning and persistent person I have ever met."
"Goodbye, Lord Bruce."
"No, if possible, I hope we will never meet again."
Bishop Bruce walked away trembling.
His white hair glistened beneath the golden episcopal diadem.
Liu Yu glanced at him, and then, amidst Malan's angry growl, he put up his skirt and got into the golden carriage waiting beside him.
A month later, she and all the candidates for the Holy Child and Saintess, including the other two continents, gathered in the temple.