"that… "
Just as Augustus was thinking a hundred times in his heart, the young man's harp-like voice suddenly sounded hesitantly.
He subconsciously gave a trustworthy hearty smile, "What's up, Goliath?"
"I heard from the Pope that you were the only candidate for the Holy Son in the Temple of Light, that is to say, you have already decided that you can be crowned as the true Holy Son only after you have traveled to the mainland, right?" Jun Moyu tilted his head slightly. , "Then I suddenly appeared to be another candidate for the Holy Son, won't you be angry?"
"Why are you angry?" Augustus showed a surprised look, and smiled softly, "Actually, I'm not particularly suitable for the position of the Holy Son. Do you think I look more like a knight?"
Jun Moyu nodded hesitantly.
"My dream is actually to be the paladin commander of the Temple of Light. I didn't expect His Excellency the Pope to love me and think that I have the potential to be the Holy Son, so I became a candidate for the Holy Son by accident. So you were chosen by the Pope. Another candidate, I'm actually relieved."
"Just so casual...?"
In the face of his blurted out, the man laughed heartily, "It's not casual, the Pope is naturally out of his consideration, besides—"
"As far as the power of light is concerned, I will not lose to anyone."
The eyes of the handsome and upright man suddenly became sharp, as sharp as a newly drawn sword, dazzling and astonishing.
"Sir Pope!"
However, before Augustus was handsome for three seconds, he was interrupted by Jun Moyu, who saw Julius approaching. The teenager stood up abruptly and ran towards the young Pope with a bright smile.
Augustus who stayed where he was: "… "
[Master, condolences.]System 7980 glanced at his master sympathetically, [You still have a chance.]
Although it always has a premonition that the owner will be slapped in the face in the future, on the surface, it still has to support the owner reluctantly.
"How was your talk with August?" Every time he saw Goliath, Julius couldn't help but soften his heart. He smiled tenderly and stroked his soft hair, "You two should get along well, you know?"
"Well, I see." Jun Moyu nodded and smiled at Augustus who was walking slowly behind him, "August is very good."
"Then I can rest assured. I discussed it with the bishop just now and decided to leave in three days. You guys should also go back and prepare." Julius put his hand on Jun Moyu's shoulder and said gently to Augustus. .
Augustus glanced at the blushing boy, and nodded with a smile.
Three days later, the group set off on time.
"How is it, Goliath?" As soon as he left the city, he could see a landscape completely different from the imperial capital. The young Pope looked at the boy who was lying on the car window and looked out curiously, and asked with a low smile, "Do you think that Is it different from the scenery of the imperial capital?"
The boy's sky-like blue eyes looked at everything outside gently, "It's so beautiful, I feel very comfortable."
"There will be more beautiful ones in the future. At this time, I feel emotional, where can I see it in the future?" Outside the carriage, Augustus, dressed in a strong suit and sitting on the carriage, heard the movement inside and couldn't help laughing. said.
"Wouldn't that be nice? A different view, and still with the Pope."
Hearing the boy's answer, Augustus covered his face with a sigh. What the hell did he do to push his strategy target to the protagonist
Really self-inflicted.
Because of the double protection of the Knights and the Pope, the convoy basically walked to the Lost Forest unharmed, except for some small-eyed monsters colliding.
The Lost Forest is the boundary of the elves. The light elves and the night elves have reached a consensus that they do not cross the border and divide the entire forest equally. And Julius happened to be friends with Joseph, the priest of the light elves, so Joseph brought the elves to greet them as soon as the convoy came to the Lost Forest.
"Julius, my old friend."
The elf jumped from the tree with slightly pointed ears, long pale golden hair and emerald green eyes, more dazzling than the elves behind him. After his eyes met Julius, a gentle smile appeared on his indifferent face, "Long time no see, I heard that you are now the Pope of the Temple of Light."
"Joseph, long time no see." After hugging an old friend, Julius turned around and beckoned to the two candidates for the Holy Son behind him, "Come on, let me introduce you to you."
"Augustas, who is more like a knight commander than the Holy Son, and Goliath who looks like a elf." A beautiful and delicate-looking voice sounded like a chant, and behind Joseph came slowly a flower crown on his head. Male elf, "I think these two are the candidates for the Holy Son who have recently traveled to the mainland."
"Ley, why are you here too?" Joseph showed a helpless expression, "Didn't the king ask you to be responsible for preparing the banquet?"
Lei's eyes kept looking at Jun Moyu, and when he saw his dreamlike face, he couldn't help but admire his face and became close, "I'm ready, Father asked me to see if the guests have arrived."
"How did you know about me?" Jun Moyu tilted her head slightly, her blue eyes staring at Ley, her gentle and serene gaze made Ley's breath stagnate, "Did the Pope tell you?"
Julius couldn't help laughing. He patted the little guy on the head dotingly, "Why do you think I did everything? You seem to think too much of me."
Lai's face turned slightly red, "When you travel, there will be news, and it is because of this that Father knows when you came."
Jun Moyu wrinkled his nose at the Pope, "No, the Pope is omnipotent in my heart!"
Augustus, who had not spoken, stayed on the night elves' quarters with a thoughtful look.
"August, what are you thinking? We're leaving."
Seeing the young man who seemed to be thinking about something, Julius, who was already in the carriage, couldn't help but shouted back.
Augustus responded briskly, withdrew his gaze into the distance, and landed on the boy who was being chatted up by Ley, who seemed to be having a good chat.
... the mood is inexplicably complicated.