The Pope looked at Amy, his clear and wise eyes full of appreciation and praise, and he was not unhappy at all because of Amy's rejection.
"Yes, even if you don't become a goddess, you will still become a great person and protect your father." The Pope looked at Amy with a smile, paused for a moment, and continued: "But, if you become the Pope, you can Protect all good human beings and give them shelter.”
"A kind person?" A trace of thought appeared on Amy's face. After thinking for a while, she looked up at the Pope and said, "But, have you protected them?"
The smile on the pope's face gradually faded, and his eyes looking at Amy gradually deepened.
"The little guy asked when did the angle become so tricky." Mag glanced at Amy in surprise, her eyes full of admiration. She could see at a glance whether there was anything strange hidden in the pie thrown by others. This ability is undoubtedly very good.
However, Mag looked at the Pope with some vigilance. Although the Pope, who was known as a good old man, did not show any hostility from beginning to end, no one could guarantee whether he would become angry in response to the question raised by Amy.
Because the current church obviously has little ability to protect kind people, what they need to worry about now is how to keep the last Carlo Church.
The expression on Luna's face was also a bit worried. Although the church was in decline, she did not hear stories about the church from her grandfather when she was a child. Even her grandfather would bow respectfully when he saw the Pope. This is a man who is regarded by many people. Respect the elderly.
The Pope was silent for a while, looked at Amy and said in a slightly lower voice: "I used to work hard to protect them, but one day I discovered that what I did was actually more harmful to them, or for them. They brought more pain, so I chose to be a bystander and not let the church get too involved in ordinary people's lives."
"If your help makes them suffer more, it must be because you have not found the right method. It cannot be said that you are wrong to help them. You should correct the method instead of running away." Amy frowned. , said with some pity: "If those kind people pray for your help, but you ignore them, wouldn't it be cruel to them?"
The pope's eyes gradually lit up, and he stood up unconsciously. He slightly raised his head and looked at the dome that cast golden light, his eyes flickering.
"Father, did I say something wrong?" Amy asked in a low voice in Mag's ear.
Mag shook his head and smiled: "No, Amy said it very well."
No one else here would be able to say such a thing to the Pope.
The Pope withdrew his gaze from the dome, looked down at Amy, and asked kindly: "Little girl, what is your name?"
"Amy." Amy responded crisply.
"Amy, whether you are willing now or not, the position of the goddess will always be reserved for you. If one day you are willing to join the church, I will crown you as emperor." The Pope raised his eyes and looked outside the hall, his eyes became sharper, and he smiled He said: "And it's time for me to let the church do what it needs to do again."
Amy turned her head and glanced at the pair of light golden wings on her back, and said a little entangled: "What about these wings? If I refuse, do I need to return them to you?"
She really likes the feeling of flying, and it doesn't require any magical energy. This feeling is so interesting.
The Pope shook his head slightly and said with a smile: "This is a blessing given to you by God. Only God can take it back. You are the person chosen by God, and God will never make a mistake."
A happy smile appeared on Amy's face, "Wow, then you must thank God for me. I like these wings so much."
The Pope smiled and nodded, then sat back down.
Mag and Luna bowed respectfully to the Pope, then turned around and walked out of the hall with Amy and the ugly duckling in their arms.
The heavy wooden door slowly closed behind them. The exquisite wood carvings on the door were just like the solemn and solemn feeling this hall brought to people.
Amy spoke to Mag, then flapped her wings and flew up from Mag's arms, walking nimbly among the trees, her two silver braids swaying gently, rushing up and down, laughing like silver bells. rang in the church.
Many missionaries came to the window and looked at Amy flying in the garden and the pair of golden wings behind her, with a look of amazement in their eyes.
Some of the older priests couldn't hide their excitement, clasping their hands together and praying softly.
"Meow meow!"
The ugly duckling was running on the ground, trying hard to catch up with Amy.
"Ugly duckling, do you also want to come up and play for a while?"
Amy suddenly hovered in mid-air, looked down at the ugly duckling and said with a smile.
"Meow!"
The ugly duckling was startled, slipped, and fell directly into a pile of dead leaves. His whole head was stuck into the leaves, and then he remained motionless in this position.
"It's no use even pretending to be dead." The devil's voice rang from its ears. The ugly duckling tried to dig its head deeper into the leaves, just like a duck with its head buried in the sand but its butt exposed. Like an ostrich, Amy lifted it out of the pile of leaves with a swipe.
Amy brought the ugly duckling to her face, looked at it seriously and said, "Although you are an ugly little duck now, you have to remember that you will become a white swan in the future. If you are even afraid of heights, If so, do you want to be a white swan running on the ground?"
"Meow meow~"
The ugly duckling blinked its big blue eyes with an aggrieved look, tears already welling up in his eyes, like a scared child.
"Come on, you can do it." Amy rubbed the cat's head, flapped the small wings on her back, and her body instantly grew taller.
"Meow...oooo——"
Mag looked at the ugly duckling who was so frightened that he cried out like a husky. He was so pitiful that he wanted to laugh. He couldn't help but think to himself: "Could it be that the ugly duckling and Xiao Zi both have Erha blood?"
After letting Amy play for a while, Mag saw more and more missionaries paying attention to Amy, so he waved to Amy and said: "Xiaomi, come down, we should go."
Amy swooped down from the sky with her arms around the ugly duckling, whose eyes were tightly closed, and just happened to fall into Mag's arms again. The bright smile on her face was in sharp contrast to the ugly duckling whose eyes were wet with tears.
"Ouch...meow~" The ugly duckling opened his eyes and looked at Amy with aggrieved eyes, and opened his mouth to cry.
"Ugly duckling, you are doing well. I will take you to the sky to play every day from now on." Amy smiled and rubbed the ugly duckling's head.
"Meow--"
The ugly duckling rolled his eyes and fell unconscious in Amy's arms.
