The chapel is the place where the saints gather most often, whether it is a class or a routine prayer, it will be held here. Now that the sun has just risen overhead, there should not be many people in the chapel.
Amelia thought so.
But when she approached, she suddenly found several familiar figures in the square in front of the chapel.
Especially the one in the middle, she just followed him for a few streets.
Amelia paused, and she wanted to eavesdrop again, but the road in front of the chapel was too wide and wide. Debra and the others saw her at a glance, stopped talking, and stood there watching she.
"Debra."
Amelia spoke first, she wanted to test and see what Debra was going to do: "Why are you here so early today?"
Debra paused for a moment, as if she didn't expect her to take the initiative to say hello, and then smiled: "I have something to do today, so I might as well come earlier."
Amelia pretended to be strange and asked: "What's the matter? Isn't it going to take a while for the lecturer to come?"
Debra was silent for a moment.
She hesitated for a moment, whether to break this shocking news to Amelia, but then she thought that it would be better to announce it in public when the saints were all around.
So she smiled and declined, "It's not a big deal."
Debra's smile was gentle but indifferent, obviously she didn't want to talk about it, she simply nodded to Amelia, and went back to her small group to chat and laugh with her friends.
this woman... .
With coldness in her eyes, Amelia glanced at Debra expressionlessly.
Debra must have come for her this time, otherwise why she said she wanted to let everyone know when she was on the street in the morning, but she refused to tell her
Because it has something to do with her.
The scorching sun of summer scorched the white jade floor. It was obviously the temperature that made everyone sweat. Standing under the sun, Amelia felt a coolness from the bottom of her heart all over her body.
Debra, this guy, is so bad.
Where did she find out
Although Amelia loathes and even hates the Light God Sect, she wishes to leave here forever, but she always hides herself very well, pretending to be a taciturn and unremarkable saint, trying to make everyone forget her existence .
But what should come will come after all, maybe her acting skills are too bad, Debra actually saw the true thoughts in her heart, and she wanted to make this matter public, and didn't plan to leave her a way out.
Amelia looked up at the wall of the temple not far away, pursed her lips, and smiled slightly.
Of course she would run away, but before that, she would never let go of whoever made her end up like this.
Amelia retreated slowly into the shadows of the trees, and stretched her right hand to her waist to touch the wand pinned to her waist. A faint murderous look lingered around her, with a smile on her lips, but her eyes were piercingly cold.
"Amelia?" A male voice suddenly came from behind.
Amelia was startled.
The elegant and handsome literature and history lecturer held a stack of books in front of her, first glanced at her in surprise, and then darkened his face: "Are you planning to skip class again?"
Amelia shuddered reflexively: "I'm not! I don't! Don't talk nonsense!"
The lecturer of literature and history glanced at her with a smile that was not a smile: "Looking at your sneaky appearance, you still say you are not skipping class? Look at your score in the last test, I am ashamed to say that you are my student."
Amelia was speechless.
She is indeed not very good at memorizing long paragraphs of text. The practical class is okay, but this kind of class that is full of tomes is not good. Passing the pass is already the result of her hard work.
She weakly retorted: "You can't say that...."
wait wait wait!
Now is not the time to talk about this!
Amelia was startled suddenly, and glanced at Debra in the middle of the square, realizing that with the presence of a literature and history lecturer, it would be difficult for her to kill Debra on the spot.
The literature and history lecturer must be paid first.
Amelia explained: "Teacher, I really don't want to skip class, I want to..."
The lecturer of literature and history interrupted her: "The class is about to start, no matter what you have to postpone, what is more important than your passing?"
Of course it's my life!
It's a pity that Amelia couldn't really say that. After explaining for a long time, in the end, her arms couldn't twist her thighs, and Amelia was lifted back with a thud.
At this time, many people had already gathered in the square. The lecturer opened the door, and everyone talked and laughed and slowly poured in, finding their seats and sitting down.
Amelia is a special seat, the first row, personally arranged by the lecturer of literature and history, and she will never be given a chance to escape.
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This is killing a fart!
Debra and her companion were sitting in the back. Seeing the girl's dejected look, the companion wondered, "What's wrong with her? Amelia has been acting weird lately."
Another saintess sneered and said, "What's the matter? The ambition is on the rise. With her appearance, she dares to compete for the chief position, and she doesn't even find a mirror to take a good look at herself."
The others laughed together, with a hint of sarcasm in their laughter.
With a smile on Debra's lips, she whispered, "Are you ready?"
Everyone nodded and exchanged a look of tacit understanding and expectation.
Soon, all the saints of this session will arrive.
The lecturer of literature and history first used his eyes to intimidate Amelia, who was lying on the table weakly, then knocked on the table and reminded: "Okay, everyone, be quiet, class is over."
Everyone gradually quieted down.
At this moment, Debra suddenly stood up.
She lightly pulled the hem of her skirt, and bowed gracefully to the lecturer of literature and history, "Teacher, I have something to announce to everyone, can I take up a little time of everyone?"
The lecturer of literature and history pushed his glasses and smiled with great interest: "Okay."
Here it comes, here it comes.
Amelia's heart skipped a beat. She clenched her fingers tightly and stared at the gaping door, ready to run away as soon as Debra said.
In fact, she can run away now, but Amelia always has a little bit of extravagant hope, hoping that there is still room for change in this matter.
How comfortable life is now, leisurely and leisurely, I don’t know how many times better than wandering and fleeing in the wild. If you can choose, Amelia certainly doesn’t want to be regarded as the most wanted object of the God Cult.
In her heartbeating, breathless note, Debra smiled slightly, her pale pink lips parted, and uttered a name—
Amelia's heart skipped a beat, and she got up slowly, preparing to run away.
— "Rita."
Amelia: ? ?
A proud blond girl in the front row raised her head, raised her eyebrows and glanced at Debra: "What are you calling me for?"
Debra didn't waste much time, and went straight to the point: "Your identity is forged, right? You are not an orphan without father and mother, but an illegitimate daughter."
The girl named Rita froze for a moment, like a puppy whose tail had been trampled on, with a hint of panic on her face, but she still pretended to be calm and said ferociously: "How dare you slander me! Do you have evidence? "
Debra smiled: "Of course." She took out a stamped document from the table and passed it on to everyone.
The literature and history lecturer got off the podium while watching the play, and pressed Amelia, who was half up, back to her seat. The devil whispered: "No skipping class."
Amelia's expression twisted: "...Okay."
It turned out that she was thinking too much
Amelia was in a trance, with the ecstasy of surviving the catastrophe, but also a little inexplicable disappointment, similar to that: I have all my pants off, so you just show me this? a feeling of.
It's because she thinks too much of herself, and Debra didn't notice such a little guy at all.
Amelia's emotions were complicated and difficult to express.
On the other side, the two saints with the highest approval rating are still continuing their dispute.
The document Debra held was Rita's birth certificate, which clearly stated the status of her parents at the time of her birth: father unknown.
She added: "Not only that, but your mother was a prostitute."
Rita's face turned pale instantly.
There was an uproar among the crowd, noisy discussions and ridicules sounded, and everyone's eyes were on her alone, like a sharp knife piercing her heart, making her flustered and in unspeakable pain.
In fact, the illegitimate daughter is nothing to the outside world, at most she has a bad reputation, but to her now, it is a fatal stain.
The Light God Sect rules this continent and governs hundreds of countries, large and small. Such a huge superpower naturally has many strict requirements for selecting saints.
A person with such a dishonorable background like Rita should have been brushed out during the initial selection, but she was actually able to become a saint. Thinking about it, one knows what dishonorable means were used to get in.
The crowd's ridicule and discussion became louder and louder.
Rita's eyes turned red, flustered and frightened, she stiffened her neck and said, "You must have forged this, besides this? What evidence do you have?"
The battle of trapped beasts.
Debra glanced at her with a contemptuous and pitying smile: "How about we go to the Pope? Let him see if this document is real or fake."
Rita panicked all of a sudden, her fingers trembled involuntarily, and the pen in her hand rolled to the ground.
Anyone can see that this document is indeed true, and she is the son of a whore/girl who is as low as mud.
At this time, Debra's companion spoke up, and sneered: "With your status, do you dare to compete with Debra for the chief? Are you shameless?"
"That's right, Debra is fine, you are a child of a whore, how dare you defile the position of chief."
"Wow, I didn't expect her to be such a person. I actually talked to her. It's so disgusting."
The other saints talked a lot.
Debra looked at the ashen-faced Rita with a smile, and said condescendingly, "Are you going by yourself? Or will I be dragged out after I report to the Pope?"
Rita trembled all over, and closed her eyes in despair.
"Boom!"
At this moment, the door of the chapel was suddenly pushed open, and the door panel inlaid with gold and jade slammed hard on the wall. The loud noise made everyone stop, and turned their heads to look at the tall figure who walked in slowly. .
Holding the scepter in his hand, the Pope's tall body slowly entered, his face with high nose and deep eyes was still as daunting as usual.
"You don't need to tell me specifically, I heard it."