"Oh." The girl curled her lips and stood up straight in disappointment. She shifted her gaze to the statue beside her, looked at the holy eyebrows and eyes of the angel statue, and thought about other ways.
To get rid of Helena, of course, the root cause of the problem must be solved.
That is to say, the high priest was dealt with.
The last time I overheard their conversation, the high priest seemed to have made a deal with Helena—he gave her blood to Helena, and Helena would work for the temple to get rid of herself, the blood queen.
Therefore, the easiest way to provoke these two people is to move out of the backer under the pope's crown, so that the high priest will no longer provide blood.
Yun Xia glanced at the pope's scepter again.
Can it really not be used by her
What a pity.
Although Saint Selos was blind, he accurately detected her gaze, his slender eyelashes moved slightly, and he lowered his eyes.
It doesn't matter if Yun Xia didn't ask for the scepter.
It is indeed a symbol of the temple and the pope, and it is impossible to borrow it easily, let alone she is a blood race.
The girl turned around and started to leave. She waved to the white robe behind her and said, "Then I will leave today, His Majesty the Pope."
Saint Selos blinked, his expressionless eyes drooped slightly, pursed his lips, paused for a few seconds, and asked her thoughtfully, "What do you want my scepter for?"
The black-haired girl stopped, blinked, and turned her head.
She was a little pleasantly surprised, and stepped closer to the man's teaching robe, raised her head and smiled and said, "I want to do something in the name of Your Majesty... I have encountered some troubles, and it will be easy if Your Majesty can help me."
Saint Selos raised his eyebrows slightly.
Because Tiandao is an ally, Yun Xia simply told the other party about Helena and the high priest.
St. Selos walked through the corridor, a little surprised, and said slowly: "So, the high priest of the temple has a secret connection with your blood clan."
"That's right, it's just a secret collusion."
Yun Xia answered casually, then suddenly remembered something. She squinted her eyes, looked up at the snow-white robe of the person beside her, and slowly moved forward, with a slow tone, molesting the Pope:
"But it's not surprising. After all, don't you, my lord, secretly collude with me? The rest of the temple doesn't know about it."
"..."
Saint Selos had a calm expression at first, and was thinking about the high priest with his eyes lowered.
This sentence is really caught off guard.
Pope Saint Selos blinked his eyes. As a pope, he always looked sad and joyless, but he was completely stunned by this sentence.
"No, also hook up with me secretly"...
He paused.
The slender and thick eyelashes trembled slightly, like the fluttering of butterfly wings, which set off the white and beautiful face, clean and simple. His Majesty the Pope frowned slightly, as if he wanted to say something, he opened his petal-like thin lips with a slightly lighter color.
But in the end, nothing was said.
After all, what the other party said... seems to be the truth.
The Pope, who had never been molested before, silently fell silent.
Yun Xia saw that his eyes were holy and pure, she was silent for a while, then slowly turned her face, looked forward again, with a peaceful expression.
Because I didn't know what to say, I just walked forward in silence.
Yun Xia chased after her and tilted her head, "Am I not right? We also contacted other people in the temple without telling them. If we let them know, His Majesty actually agreed to let the blood race bite..."
She smiled.
Tsk-tsk pointedly twice.
(end of this chapter)