Not to mention the Holy Lady, even the Pope, who was sitting on the throne behind her, was stunned.
Get the goddess to apologize?
What the hell was this?
That was a goddess, holy and unparalleled, the noble Goddess of Light who warmed the world.
Mortals would be moved to tears just to hear her voice, let alone look at her.
Get the goddess to apologize to mortals?
How was that possible?
The Pope felt ridiculous at first, then angry.
Seeing that Schuck was about to walk out of the papal hall, he reached out and waved a barrier of light to block the door.
Then he stumbled down from the throne and quickly ran to Schuck's side, asking with a horrified expression, "Is what you said true?"
He didn't think Schuck was lying. Saint Samurai couldn't lie casually, and it was a well-known fact that Schuck was favored by the goddess.
The other thing was that the Goddess of Light was actually quite easy to talk to, and they, the higher-ups, knew that.
So … he felt that Schuck really might be able to persuade the goddess to come down and apologize!
But in that case … the Inquisition's plan would become a joke, and his disguise and acquiescence to the former's actions would also become a joke, which would make him feel like a clown.
A goddess apologizing to a human?
This would lose the dignity of the goddess, and the Inquisition, who secretly did this, and himself … Weren't they the culprits who disgraced the entire church?
"You can't do this!" The Pope gripped Schuck's cloak tightly, his expression even a little distorted. "You can't insult the goddess like this!"
"I didn't insult her," Schuck said calmly. Schuck said calmly, "I respect her, I'm close to her, I understand her philosophy, and I've told her what I think. We've communicated enough with each other. She won't take it as an insult."
The Pope roared, "But everyone in the church feels insulted?"
"You're no longer fit to be the Pope." Schuck shook his head helplessly. "You care more about your own face than the goddess's."
"Bullshit!" The Pope couldn't help but swear.
But at this moment, his head tilted and he fell asleep.
It turned out that the Holy Lady had walked behind the Pope and used Hypnosis on the latter.
The Holy Lady was also very strong, not much worse than the Pope.
Besides, the Pope was too focused on Schuck to guard against the Holy Lady, which was why he was hit.
Schuck looked at the pope on the ground, then at the Holy Lady, and said, "Thank you for standing on my side."
"I think you're right." The Saintess blushed.
Then Schuck continued to walk forward. "Your Holiness, I'm going to the Inquisition to beat up those lunatics. Would you like to help me?"
"Of course." The Saintess's smile was like the morning glow in June.
"Count us in."
Three Saint Samurai descended from the sky.
Just now, they had been hovering in the air above the Pope Hall, using magic to listen to the conversation below.
Schuck had been the center of attention ever since he returned.
After all, he was a Saint. He talked to the Goddess the most and understood her the most.
"Thank you," said Schuck gratefully.
"You're welcome. We're just following the ideals of the Goddess." One of the golden-haired handsome men stuck out his thumb and revealed his white teeth. The corners of his mouth shone with a seemingly non-existent radiance. "If you make a mistake, you have to admit it, no matter who he is. This is the Goddess' teaching, and now you're willing to persuade the Goddess to descend to fulfill this teaching. We're touched, really touched. "
Schuck breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that the Goddess hadn't doted on these Saint Samurai for nothing … Although there were some who were crooked, they were all good children overall.
At this moment, Roland was studying the ways of human reproduction with Andonara in the woods.
The two were entwined, and the air was filled with the smell of excitement.
He turned Andonara over so that her back was facing him, and the two continued to be affectionate.
At this time, Roland saw light and shadows flashing quickly inside the golden barrier, and after about two minutes, they stopped.
"It should be Schuck purging the internal opposition." Roland nodded.
Then Andonara would be put in four positions. It took nearly half an hour, and Roland already felt his back sore.
But there was nothing he could do. Andonara didn't seem to have had enough and was still clinging to him.
Having no choice, he took out a bottle of Dragon Meat Reagent from his Backpack and drank it directly.
Now the Dragon Meat Reagent no longer had an attribute buff effect on him.
But there were other uses, such as an instant stamina replenishment, which was an essential medicine for long battles.
He had just drunk the Dragon Meat Reagent when he saw a golden light suddenly fall from the sky.
It was a large pillar of light, at least ten meters thick. It hung down from high in the sky, leading straight to the Holy Lady's Hall.
This pillar of light contained a powerful mental power.
It was a mental power fluctuation that transcended that of a normal creature.
Vast, deep, and incomparably holy.
Such a spirit seemed to be able to wash away all evil spirits.
At this moment, Roland even felt that Andonara's body didn't seem to have any meaning or pleasure.
This kind of dirty thing between men and women was terrible and not interesting at all.
This thought surged in his mind, almost causing him to enter Sage Time.
But then, the mental consciousness inside his soul immediately fought back.
It pushed out the mental power that affected his mind.
If he couldn't break free immediately, it was estimated that Roland wouldn't be interested in women for a long time.
Then he took a deep breath and said unhappily, "This goddess … seems to lack love."
At this moment, Andonara turned her head, her eyes more charming than before, even with a great touch of emotion, and there seemed to be tears in her eyes?
Roland was a little surprised. What's wrong with Andonara?
Andonara said gently, "So your love for me has already transcended the control of the gods?"
She was a Legend, close to a Demigod, and the Goddess of Light's soul divine power had little effect on her.
But she could just feel that Roland had been tricked by that soul divine power for a moment and almost entered the realm of physical transcendence, but he forced himself back.
Roland clicked his tongue rather helplessly, then saw the vague figure of a holy woman descend into the Holy Realm in the pillar of light.
Then the magic barriers of the Association of Mages and the royal family disappeared.
"Even the goddess has descended. It seems that Schuck can take care of things."
Roland breathed a sigh of relief … In this case, the three forces, the Association of Mages, the royal family, and the Church of Light, would definitely not fight again, and his hidden interests in these two forces could be preserved.
Then his mood relaxed and he began to concentrate on fiddling with Andonara's appearance.
It wasn't until the evening that Roland took Andonara to the Holy Realm.
Andonara's cheeks were bright red as she looked at the unparalleled bewitchment.
After entering the capital, Roland directly visited the Association of Mages and found Alfred, the chairman.
He sat across from Alfred, who had his hands on the table, his face a little pale.
"The goddess descended earlier?" Roland asked, "Chairman, did you see the Goddess of Light's divine descent?"
"I did." Alfred nodded.
"How did it feel?" Roland continued to ask.
"Beautiful?" Andonara interjected and asked.
Alfred glanced at Andonara, then said helplessly, "It felt pretty bad."
"That's not too beautiful?" Andonara was a little incredulous. "Isn't it said that the Goddess of Light's appearance is on the same level as the Life Goddess's?"
Well … the Life Goddess was the most beautiful goddess.
"The goddess stands before you." Alfred looked at his hands, his withered old hands trembling. "Her mental power is as vast as the ocean, and you're just a grasshopper on the seashore, and the waves she casually sets off are tsunamis to you … At this time, do you still care if she's beautiful or not? It's already taking all my strength just to resist her mental assimilation. Now in the entire Association of Mages, a third of the Mages have the vague idea of becoming believers of light. But fortunately, the Goddess of Light didn't deliberately wash her face, it was just her unconscious influence, and they'll wake up on their own in two or three days. "
Roland clicked his tongue.
Then Alfred laughed dryly again. "But I'm still fine. When the goddess apologized to us, I could still very reservedly bend over and say that I couldn't accept it. King Edward knelt on the spot and wept bitterly … He's been confessing his sins, even revealing the fact that he secretly ate a maid when he was nine years old. Tsk … When he wakes up in three or four days, he'll probably be so ashamed that he'll find a mouse hole to crawl into and hide himself."
At this point, Alfred looked much better.
Humans were like this. As long as someone was having a worse time than they were, with comparison, even the most difficult things would feel much easier.
Roland thought for a moment and said, "I've seen King Edward two or three times, and based on what I know of him, this man is thick-skinned and probably won't take that little thing as a scandal. Instead, he'll say to the outside world that he confessed his sins in front of the Goddess of Light and that he's now a pure, kind man, a good man."
Alfred pondered it carefully and then showed a disgusted expression. "Now that you mention it, it's indeed what that guy did. Forget it, forget it … You weren't affected in any way. When the Goddess of Light descended, you were near the Holy Realm, weren't you? What did you do to actually be immune to the Goddess of Light's mental corruption?"
Roland and Andonara both showed awkward expressions at the same time.
Alfred was old and shrewd, and he looked at the subtle little looks of these two and immediately understood something. His eyes, which had always been frivolous, almost popped out of his eye sockets. "You actually …"
At this point, Roland was worrying about how to get out of this awkward conversation when the whole space, everything around him, suddenly came to a standstill.
Then everything around him twisted in bursts, faster and faster, and about ten seconds later, all the shadows were broken into pieces, then reassembled at an extremely fast speed, piecing together into new spaces and sceneries.
Roland was standing on a bright blue platform. At the center of the platform, white circular patterns were spreading out at the same distance.
Around the platform were countless towers of blue and white patterns, high and low.
This somewhat familiar environment … Roland froze for a moment, then reacted.
The Paradise of Magic.
Sure enough … in the next second, the Goddess of Magic, with pink hair and wearing a light blue translucent dress, appeared in front of Roland, and the air began to be filled with a slight fragrance.
She pointed to the ground, and a translucent wooden table with white patterns on a blue background appeared between the two, followed by two chairs.
Delicious fruit wine also appeared on the table.
Roland walked over and sat down, picked up the jug, and poured a cup for the Goddess of Magic first, then for himself.
"Goddess Mystra, why did you drag me to the Paradise of Magic again?"
"That is to say, I can't drag you up for a chat if I have nothing to do?"
Roland shook his head. "Of course you can, I've always been happy to chat with beautiful women."
"Beautiful women?" The Goddess of Magic chuckled, without mockery or joy, it was just a tone of voice. "None of us goddesses are ugly, and it's no use at all for you to praise us beautiful women. But you're quite bold. Even if the Demon Gods see us, even if we're enemies, they'll still greet us as' honorable so-and-so '. They won't dare to praise our looks, as they'll think that it's blasphemy. "
Roland was curious when he heard this. "Then would you be angry if I praised you?"
"That wouldn't be the case." The Goddess of Magic picked up the cup and took a sip. "But we wouldn't be happy either. After all, you're just stating a fact, and for us, it's neither flattery nor insult, so why should we be happy or angry?"
Interesting, the thoughts of the gods were subtly different from those of ordinary people.
A lot of things went through Roland's mind in an instant, and then he asked, "Did the goddess just want to chat with me this time?"
"That's the intention, but I'd like to ask, do you know what the purpose of the Goddess of Light's descent into the mortal world is?" Mystra said to herself, "My relationship with her is so-so, so I didn't bother to ask. When she descended, I cast my gaze over and accidentally saw that you were there. "
Roland froze for a moment, then felt a little embarrassed.
When the Goddess of Light descended, he was having fun with Andonara, which meant that the Goddess of Magic had seen it.
As if seeing Roland's embarrassed expression, the Goddess of Magic sneered at this time. "We gods explore the world and have seen everything. You've seen too much of that kind of thing between men and women, what's there to be ashamed of?"
Roland took a deep breath, calmed himself down, and asked, "Ms. Mystra, can I answer your question now?"
Mystra frowned slightly. She vaguely sensed that Roland suddenly had a little alienation from her.
But the trace of this frown was so faint and light that no one could detect it.
"Go ahead."
Roland then told her what he knew.
"It's very likely that she listened to the advice of her believers and descended to apologize to mortals?"
The Goddess of Magic froze for a moment. "The Goddess of Light is notorious for not liking to leave her divine realm, not even bothering to move for hundreds of years, and she descended just because of this? How is that possible? But it's a little understandable, if you persuade me … hmm. "
Her last sentence was spoken very softly.
Roland didn't hear it.
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