After Mo Qin returned to the temple, he never received any further missions. They were all about things near the temple.
The higher-ups in the temple even had vague plans to promote her to a saint.
After all, now that the temple has lost its Holy Son, it is in urgent need of a new person to expose the matter and divert everyone's attention.
Mo Qin has a high reputation among the people, and it is easy for everyone to have a good impression of this girl.
"I heard that the higher-ups are planning to make Master Qin a saint."
"Really? She's perfect. I can't think of anyone else who could do the job."
"Yes, she is also very capable..."
Elaine, who was hiding in the dark, couldn't listen anymore. She rushed out and retorted loudly:
"Shut up! She doesn't deserve it!"
"She is a vicious woman! All this is her conspiracy!"
The startled people looked at Elaine, "Who is this person?"
"Don't you know? This is Abner's attendant, who was disfigured in that operation."
"Oh my God, she doesn't hate Abner and defends him. I really can't understand it!"
In the minds of many people, this incident was a trap carefully set by Abner, and these dead and injured people were all victims of Abner's ambition.
They lamented, regretted, and even took a bit of schadenfreude.
Elaine had a big fight with those people, and when she returned to the room, she couldn't help crying.
She wanted to defend Abner loudly, but no one listened and even doubted her.
From suspecting that she was also a traitor to suspecting that she had a mental problem.
She wanted to find Abner, but she didn't know where to look.
Then she learned to be silent.
Fortunately, Mo Qin was not canonized as a saint, and those were all just rumors.
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Gorgeous flowers bloomed in the warm sun, and the beautiful girl bathed in the sunset, as beautiful as a painting.
She lowered her head and read the book in her hand, completely unaware of how attractive she was.
"Sir, are you going to be a saint?"
Wenzel had a slight smile on his face, but his eyes were cold.
Being a saint means that she will never be with him openly.
Is getting rid of Abner really meant to take his place?
Wenzel didn't understand that he didn't see a desire for power in her, and he didn't even know what she wanted.
Her desires were always so shallow.
Mo Qin raised her head from the book, and the breeze blew through her hair.
"Why do you say that?"
Wenzel took a step forward, and the distance between the two was negligible.
"I think the Pope and his friends have this intention."
He saw it.
Mo Qin did not deny it, "You are right."
The Pope even talked to her.
Wenzel's eyes darkened a bit, and something was about to burst out of the ground.
He heard the girl continue:
"But I refused. I don't want to be a saint, and I don't want to..."
Wenzel caught the meaning of Mo Qin's words, "You want to leave here?"
Mo Qin was stunned, but she didn't expect Wenzel to guess what she was thinking.
"right."
Of course she has to leave here.
After Abner is dealt with.
Wenzel felt that the girl's smile at this time was extremely dazzling. He leaned forward abruptly, kissed the girl's lips, and nuzzled her gently.
His voice was low and cold, "Okay, I understand."
Mo Qin's long eyelashes trembled slightly. She looked up at Wenzel, who was inexplicably unhappy, and asked him, "Are you not good at kissing?"
Every time I just stick it up and rub it.
Wenzel was a little confused, and it only took him two seconds to accept the misunderstanding.
"I...you teach me?"
He didn't dare to try it before, for fear of not being able to stop, but if she takes the initiative, what happens next... he can't be blamed.
Mo Qin pushed the person away, "I don't know how to teach you either."
It's impossible to trick her.
Wenzel did not comply with her wishes this time, but directly picked her up from the seat.
Mo Qin subconsciously wrapped his arms around Wenzel's neck, "What are you doing?"
"Study, practice."
"Ahem, it's okay not to learn that kind of thing."
"How is that possible? My unfamiliarity seems to make you dissatisfied. I think you don't want me to find someone else to practice, so I can only take up some of your time."
Mo Qin retorted, "I'm not dissatisfied."
If she had known earlier, she wouldn't have asked.
The way back to the room is not far, and the small garden is right outside the window of Mo Qin's room.
Wenzel carried Mo Qin back to the room and put her on the bed. He held the girl's waist and approached her.
"You can refuse me, do you want to refuse?"
His voice was low and hoarse, seeming to be pleading:
"Sir, if you don't feed it properly, I don't know what will happen."
Mo Qin raised his hand to put on Wenzel's shoulder, his tone was as gentle as ever, and he couldn't understand what she meant.
"Are you threatening me?"
"No, I'm just stating the facts."
She wants to leave, leave the Temple of Light, or leave this continent?
He couldn't tell.
Mo Qin smiled. There was no need to treat this matter with such a serious attitude. She just said that because she was a little angry.
She was angry that Wenzel would actually attack her, but she didn't think anything of what Heiwu said that day.
It doesn't seem to matter whether it's true or false, what's important is completing the task.
As for the rest, it depends on the situation.
Mo Qin did not refuse, "Okay."
…
The last ray of sunlight fell, the full moon hung high, and the cold white light shone from the floor-to-ceiling windows. I don't know when the house returned to silence.
Wenzel held the sleeping girl in his arms, not feeling much at ease.
He quietly got up from the bed, dressed neatly, and left the room.
In another room.
The dark light shone on a blood-red gem on the table, the door to the room was opened, and Wenzel walked to the table.
A wisp of black mist floated out of the red gem. It was a small mass, not dark enough, and seemed to be dispersed by the wind.
Its tone was full of interest, "Yo? The aura on your body has changed. Have you deceived the little gods?"
"Are you satisfied with this?"
Black mist shook his body.
"Sooner or later she will leave here, what will you do then?"
"Face your inner desires. You can't let her go. Even if you use cruel methods, you will choose to keep her, right?"
Wenzel remained silent, and Kurogiri changed the subject after talking for a while.
Demagoguery should be mentioned from time to time, but not too much.
Otherwise, it is easy to develop a rebellious mentality.
"How is the situation outside? Is that Holy Son cold?"
Thinking of that impolite guy, it couldn't help but snort. It didn't even give it time to finish its lines. At least, it should wait until it finished speaking before rejecting, otherwise it would appear that it was not in class.
Wenzel walked to the cabinet and took out some bottles and cans.
"I'm not here to gossip with you."
Black fog stared at Wenzel playing with those things over there, "Wrong, wrong, your dose is wrong."
Wenzel ignored him and did his own thing in silence.
(End of chapter)
