The girl in front of her was very beautiful, with long black hair hanging on her shoulders, and a pair of dark, clear eyes with innocent eyes.
But as a guardian believer, he naturally has no feelings for women. When he saw her, he was simply amazed and rushed forward mercilessly.
The inner hall is presided over by the pope himself, and a few priests and archbishops in the temple participate.
"How did you get in?" the guard asked sharply, "Ordinary believers are praying in the hall, what are you doing here?"
The girl struggled for a while, but she couldn't break free, and she couldn't show her ability, so she obediently let the other party grab her, and blinked her dark eyes: "I... I came to pray in the inner hall."
The guard believer looked at her suspiciously, "You are not a priest or a bishop, you are just an ordinary believer, how can you participate in prayers in the inner temple? Unless you are a believer invited by the bishop..."
"That's right," the girl raised her chin, "I was invited to participate."
"..."
The believer was speechless for a moment, and waved her away, "Do you want to see the Pope? The temple can understand the piety of believers, but it is not allowed to come in privately. If you are invited, please show the invitation letter."
Yun Xia pouted.
She was pushed forward a few steps, "It's true that I don't have an invitation letter, but I didn't lie, you let me stay here, and when my lord comes, he will testify for me."
The guardian believer frowned slightly, looking at the bright and beautiful girl, "Are you really invited?"
The other party nodded immediately.
"Then you wait there first." The guard believer nodded and pointed to a corner not far away.
The blood queen obediently walked over.
Although she is a queen, she is a hero when she is away from home.
Besides, this is a temple.
It is the most useless part of her identity.
If her identity was known, she might be arrested instead... She didn't want that.
Yun Xia lifted her long white dress, sat in a corner with her knees in her arms, put her head on her knees, and looked around boredly.
Above the head is a gorgeous temple painting, painted with holy angels and unicorns, the morning sun shines through the golden columns, and the shadows of the lattice windows cast on the ground, making people feel peaceful everywhere.
At the forefront is the nameplate of Pope Saint Selos.
The pope's name, identity, and unparalleled pure talent are recorded in detail.
It represents the supreme faith of the temple and the supreme power in the world.
Prayer time is approaching.
Priests and bishops entered the inner hall one after another. The guards looked at the girl in the corner and frowned slightly, wondering why she didn't come.
Now only the Pope has not come...
It is impossible for His Majesty to invite her.
The guard believers are preparing to go there and let the girl go to another place.
A figure walked slowly ahead.
The snow-white teaching robe hangs down.
A thin light gold chain hangs below the neckline, swaying gently, calm and peaceful.
The white and golden priest's robes made the Pope's complexion even fairer, so pale that it was almost transparent. His light brown eyes looked straight ahead, although they were not bright, they were pure and clear.
Blindness did not affect Saint Thuros, he walked over slowly and stopped slightly.
The guarding believers bowed their heads reverently and greeted the Pope respectfully.
The black-haired girl in the corner stood up, patted the corner of her skirt, and walked forward.
But was stopped by the surrounding guards.
(end of this chapter)