When Wasco stepped into Father Stella's church once again, Father Stella was drying his colorful underwear in the yard.
Under the old man's black priest robe, it was indeed so colorful... Wasco shook his head violently to get rid of these strange distracting thoughts.
"That guy with the middle parting didn't come?" Seeing that Father Stella was still drying his underwear and had no intention of stopping, Wasco could not help but ask in the end.
The church was unusually quiet, as if nothing had happened... but Wasco clearly felt a strong fluctuation of power, it was clearly the fluctuation of holy power, and it was clearly not Stella's holy power.
Speaking of which, Wasco still felt strange in his heart, Stella was clearly called a blasphemer by the descended angel, but he was still able to use that vigorous holy power.
"Middle parting?" Only then did the priest stop and fell into his memories, then showed a sorrowful expression, "They're all dead."
Wasco opened his mouth, he obviously did not believe it.
"Dead?" Wasco suddenly sneered, "Where are the corpses? There's not a single corpse to be seen, did you feed them all to the cats? "
"How do you know?" Father Stella was suddenly shocked, then said angrily, "Wasco, I thought you were a good brother, so you've always had a hobby of peeking at me? Tell me, in the past, when we were bathing in the training camp, what were you doing behind my back!? "
The priest was now shocked and angry, he was so angry that his whole body was trembling, needless to say how wronged he was.
Wasco could only stare at him... now, even he could not be sure whether Stella's mental state was good or bad, and whether what he said was true or false.
But if it was said that the holy knights and clergy of the Holy Church had all fallen here, Wasco would never believe it... no matter what, this place should not be so peaceful.
How long had it been since he took away those backup Holy Knights and settled them down before returning?
Shaking his head, Wasco had no choice but to walk directly into the Holy Church … Perhaps the Holy Church's troops had not fully arrived yet. The powerful explosion of holy power just now might have been from the Holy Church's vanguard, but Stella had beaten them back.
Most of the troops should be arriving soon … Wasco thought so and decided to stay and wait.
Most importantly, no matter how he calculated, it seemed that he was the only one left in the Holy Church who could still talk to Father Stella, who was in a semi-crazy state.
"Hey! Wasco, I have here a collection of black and white films of the Feng Yue nuns that I've kept for 43 years. Do you want to watch them together? "
Well, even he can't speak properly … Wasco slammed the door shut and picked up the satellite phone.
"It's me … The church's troops haven't arrived yet … Anyway, I don't see them."
"The one leading the team this time is the angel Hamaley. It's an angel of the middle three. Maybe something happened on the way. After all, this time they're using the [Inhuman Domain] … Hmm, try to persuade Stella not to offend Hamaley …"
"Pope, if Stella becomes a blasphemer, what do you want me to do?" Wasco asked in a low voice.
There was no response from the other end of the phone for a long time.
When the Pope responded, he only said softly, "Act according to your own will … Wasco, believe in yourself, and that is to believe in your faith."
"You old man who's about to die, you've said nothing!"
The furious veteran holy knight hung up the phone immediately … Wasco took a deep breath and simply sat cross-legged on the ground to meditate and recover his strength. His holy power had undergone a transformation after being suppressed by the mysterious young man, and it had not completely recovered until now.
…
Holy City.
"They really don't give me any face at all."
In the Pope's large secret chamber, the old Pope could not help but shake his head and smile bitterly after the private phone call was disconnected.
But after the bitter smile, there was melancholy … In the vast Holy Church, Wasco was probably the only one who could talk to him without any taboo, right?
Ever since Stella left the Godly Might Prison …
The nostalgic look on the old man's face became more and more intense … His memories had long since returned to his distant childhood, when he was just an inconspicuous shepherd in the village, and Wasco was the son of a coachman.
Stella, on the other hand, was the foolish son of a landlord.
The memories were very brief … After that, the nostalgic look on the Pope's face instantly disappeared, replaced by solemnity, doubt … and even fear.
At this moment, on the desk in front of the Pope, there were five palm-sized angel statues, and without exception, these five statues were all in the state of having their heads cut off.
They … should have been statues with heads, and each statue represented the situation of the angels who had descended this time.
The decapitation of the angel statues meant that …
"How could this be … I couldn't get in touch with any of the troops dispatched this time, and Wasco said that he didn't see the appearance of the main troops, but the statues …"
An ominous premonition was spreading in the old Pope's heart … After a long time, the Pope seemed to have made a decision, and resolutely reached out to turn the carving on the handle of the chair.
With a click, the wall behind the chair in the large secret chamber he was in slowly opened … as if something was abruptly emerging from the crack in the wall that had just opened a little.
The Pope drew in a cold breath abruptly, and in great shock, pressed both hands on the carving on the handle and turned it back in the opposite direction.
The wall … slowly closed up again.
At this moment, the Pope seemed to have used up all his strength, and was already slumped in the chair, his face pale and drenched in cold sweat.
A voice, a faintly discernible voice, seemed to have come from behind the Pope at this moment …
"You will look for me … You will look for me again … I know … You will look for me again …"
The Pope got up at once, and hurriedly walked out of the large secret chamber without looking back.
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"… Today's class will probably end here."
In the class, Professor Pulin was tidying up his lesson plans as usual, but the bell for the end of class did not ring, which was not in line with Professor Pulin's usual style.
Everyone knew that Professor Pulin had the habit of "talking for a few more minutes" after class.
Thus, in the large classroom, dozens of pairs of eyes were cast on Professor Pulin at this moment. Professor Pulin smiled at this moment, and then slowly said, "Also, this will be my last class to teach everyone."
The classroom was suddenly filled with discussions and gasps of surprise.
Professor Pulin gestured for a moment, "Due to some personal reasons, I have already resigned from my position at the Institute. But everyone can rest assured that after I leave, the vice-dean will temporarily take over my classes. After the start of the next semester, the new teacher should take office, and your studies should not be affected … Or, it will be easier for you to get credits from the new teacher. "
Laugh … Naturally, no student could laugh.
Although it was difficult to get credits from Professor Pulin, at the same time, Professor Pulin really did have the rich knowledge of those old professors, and thus his popularity in the Institute could be ranked in the top ten.
Although he wasn't particularly handsome, he was exceptionally pleasing to the eye. His perpetual white shirt, black trousers, and gloves, perpetual round-rimmed glasses and long braids, as well as his harmless temperament, attracted the attention of a large group of bold flesh-type girls in the academy.
A student stood up directly to ask a question, it was a girl.
But Professor Pulin clearly did not intend to let the students ask questions. After a deep bow, he took his things and quickly left the classroom. A few bold girls hurriedly chased after him, but there was no trace of Professor Pulin in the corridor.
…
[Butterfly Society].
He could be considered a regular … Except for Claudia who had started a new life, Professor Pulin was probably the one who came the most since the opening of [Butterfly Society].
However, in the previous few times, only Boss Luo was left in [Butterfly Society], but this time, Miss Maid was obviously there too.
Professor Pulin's impression of this female student was still one or two weeks ago, so he said apologetically, "What's your name again?"
"You Ye," Miss Maid said with a smile.
"Very happy?" Professor Pulin turned his head and looked at Boss Luo, then said with self-mockery, "I've lived for more than 30 years, and now I realize that I'm still alone."
Boss Luo asked casually, "When are you going to officially leave, Professor?"
"In a few days." Professor Pulin thought for a while and said, "I still have some things to do, and I plan to leave after dealing with them … I probably won't come back to this place in the future. I don't have the habit of staying in the same place twice … probably. "
"So …" Boss Luo said thoughtfully, "If we can meet you again, it will probably be in other places, right?"
"Don't you have a phone?" Professor Pulin laughed, "Although I don't use the phone much, I still have a phone number. I also check the mail. If it's you, I'll still remember to check the mail occasionally. "
As he spoke, Teacher Pu Lin asked for a piece of paper and wrote down an email address.
Miss Maid took the initiative to put away the slip of paper. Then, she poured a cup of tea for Teacher Pu Lin. She also took out one, two, three, four plates of snacks.
It was quite sumptuous because of the sentence [Very happy?].
Boss Luo thought for a while and said, "I haven't finished reading your fairy tale book."
"I'll give it to you. After all, I've disturbed you so many times and came empty-handed every time …" Professor Pulin smiled and said, "It shouldn't be valuable. I just bought it from a farmer when I was traveling. It's said to be the original manuscript, but I think they cheated me and wanted to sell it for more money."
"It's the original manuscript." Boss Luo said abruptly, "And it's quite valuable … For me, the story on each page is like a beautiful story told by my ear."
Professor Pulin was stunned, then shook her head and smiled, "I'm just a single lazy man in my thirties. Is it useless for you to make a good impression on me?"
"I also have a small gift for you." Boss Luo said, "Take it as a farewell gift for you."
A gift box was quickly sent to Professor Pulin from Miss Maid's hands … Professor Pulin didn't have the habit of opening it after going back.
After the exquisite gift box was opened, there was another wooden jewelry box the size of one. But after the box was opened, there was only a small amount of black soil inside.
"This is …"
"The soil of the Red Spider Lily." Miss Maid smiled at this time, "In addition to planting Dead Plants, it also has a very good effect of stabilizing the soul … Of course, this is what the gardener who sold us the soil said. Maybe he wanted to cheat us and sell it for more money."
Professor Pulin was suddenly speechless, but she kept the box. Then she looked at Boss Luo and muttered, "I like your gift … Then I'll accept it."
"It's good that you like it." Boss Luo nodded.
Only then did Teacher Pu Lin stand up and resolutely say, "Even though the time we spent together was very short, it was still a very pleasant memory. I hope we'll have the opportunity to meet again in the future … Oh, in any case, I'll still stay for two or three more days. Perhaps there'll be one last time we meet."
Professor Pulin pushed open the door of [Butterfly Society] and walked out of the old schoolhouse. At this time, the cup of tea he drank was still warm.
In fact, he basically didn't touch it, and so did the snacks.
Miss Maid said with pity, "We wasted so much … What should we do?"
Boss Luo nodded casually on the table, and the snacks on the table disappeared. He smiled and said, "Give them to Zhao Le and Chen Mingming as a consolation gift."
Of course, this was a good idea. Miss Maid gave him a sweet smile.
Then, the door of [Butterfly Society] was knocked on again … and the one who knocked on the door and walked in was Lamias wearing a rather formal dress.
The professional dress perfectly revealed the slender and well-proportioned figure of this nun who had been exercising for a long time … Probably only a few buttons on her chest were a little forced.
"I saw you on the new enrollment list." Lamias walked in with a smile, "There are only two new students during this period, a boy and a girl. I think it must be you … Luoqiu, is this your name? I just know it now. "
While walking, the woman's black high-heeled shoes stepped on the wooden floor, making a clicking sound … Then, the charming face of Lamias instantly became stiff as if it was injected with excessive hyaluronic acid.
The black high-heeled shoe on her right foot stepped into the floor at this time, and then broke … broke …
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