"Are you crazy?" Salomon changed his handbag. Although it wasn't too heavy to carry such a large bag of things in his hand, it made his hands hurt. He pointed to his head and said, "Otherwise you think I'm crazy and will agree to your terms."
"This is not a condition, it is a request." Father Moru sighed.
Only then did Salomon notice that the priest seemed very tired. His lips were white, dry and cracked, and his forehead was beaded with sweat. He blinked for a long time, as if he needed to hold something heavy open every time he opened his eyes. However, Salomon did not use the impolite method of mind reading to pry into Father Moru's thoughts. He made up his mind to refuse. It was just a matter of politeness to stay here and talk.
"You can treat it as a travel invitation, and the church will be responsible for all your air tickets, tickets, food and accommodation." He said, "If you go to Rome, you can stay at Castel Gandolfo, where there are many castles built in Al A small town on the hills of Barney, where you can buy local vegetables. You can also choose to visit Albany Crater Lake, the Vatican Observatory or the Pope’s private garden; if you go to London..."
"I live in London." Salomon waved his free hand, as if to shoo away the annoying flies.
"Okay, but I still recommend that you go to Rome instead of London. The Anglican Church is just a social group." Father Moru forced a smile, "I don't want to criticize the previous pope. After all, that was what I used to do. The spiritual leader. But I would say that the current pope is much more humble than the previous pope, and I think you can talk to him."
"I didn't go to seminary, Moru. I studied physics, and I chose to use math and reason to understand the world, rather than foolish religion out of fear. Yes, out of fear—even in this In a world with a true God, the worship of God is also foolish. You cannot be afraid of a person just because he is dressed in gold and can summon thunder, even if he is really a god. Fear creates fear, and fear Worship is produced, worship produces ignorance, and reason is nowhere to be found." Salomon said, "In my opinion, there is almost no difference between religion and the modern pursuit of idols. I believe that people's concepts and order of good and evil come from the worship of God and are planned by God. It is undoubtedly an irrational view to ignore the social nature of human beings. Can you say which idol plans the good and evil of people?"
"Francis wants to talk to you." Moru ignored Salomon's repeated criticism, because the mystic had said these words more than once, "Even if you don't like religion, there is no point in listening to the wisdom of an elder. Wrong? Pope Francis is not a high-minded cleric. On the contrary, he is very concerned about the lives of ordinary people. Talk to him, Salomon, no one will force you to do anything, it is just a conversation. "
"Is he well-spoken and polite?"
"Yes, he was very polite."
"Can he use a knife and fork?"
"Of course."
"Oh, that is really an awe-inspiring figure." Salomon did not take the silver dove from Moru, "I will go, you just hope that the current pope lives longer. Don't come again. , Moru, clergy are not welcome here."
"Don't we need to hold our wedding in a church?" After Salomon told the witch everything that had just happened, Bayonetta's question caught him off guard.
"Didn't you say a few days ago that you need to date for a hundred years before falling in love?" Salomon put the things in his hands into the refrigerator and sat on the sofa, right next to Bayonetta. "Joan of Arc That’s what I said. Since everyone’s life span is so long, dating can only take at least a hundred years.”
"Boya, how can you take a girl's words seriously? Even so, someone has to host the wedding." Bayonetta put down the fashion magazine in her hand. She is the only woman who can afford purple and rose red eyeshadow, and She'd been experimenting with bolder color schemes lately, and the magazine offered a solid-looking proposal that Bayonetta was considering.
She smiled as she pinched Salomon's cheeks and sniffed in the mystic's hair. After making sure that there was no peculiar smell, the witch kissed Salomon boldly on the lips, and then sat back with a chuckle before Salomon kissed back, pushing the mystic to the other side of the sofa.
[Endure the Environment] This spell must be cast in summer and winter, otherwise Salomon will be overheated to death by the layers of clothes on his body. But this magic could not avoid the flame that the witch lit in his heart. Salomon felt a burning sensation, and the mystic could not help but swallow his saliva.
"Or are you saying you don't want to get married?" Bayonetta covered the lower half of her face with a magazine, her tone rising maliciously. The witch wearing a thin nightgown poked Salomon's thigh with her cute toes painted with nail polish, and Salomon saw her eyes full of teasing.
"Of course I want to. We can ask Athena to preside over it. There is no need to find a priest." Salomon grabbed the white and soft foot, and then kissed it naturally. Bayonetta did not pull her foot back, but allowed the mystic to play with her toes.
"Hmm~ Or is it your teacher?"
"Alright." Salomon nodded, as long as Bayonetta can accept the Venerable presiding over the wedding in the form of the Holy Spirit. Bayonetta narrowed her eyes, gently retracted her long legs, and guided Salomon towards her. When the giggling mystic moved on the sofa and was about to kiss the witch's collarbone, the Cheshire Cat jumped down from the cat climbing frame at the other end of the living room, shaking its fat body, howling at Salo Meng sprinted at full speed.
As the witch laughed loudly, Salomon sighed and threw aside the Cheshire Cat that jumped on his lap.
The Cheshire Cat ate in the cat food bowl before Salomon came back, and by the time Salomon came back it had eaten all the cat food. Previously, it was sleeping soundly on the cat climbing frame. The Cheshire Cat woke up immediately after hearing the mystic's voice.
This pig hasn't eaten for an hour and is now clamoring for snacks!
"Little spy!" Salomon complained, poking the Cheshire Cat's fleshy head, "Did Joan of Arc ask you to cause trouble?"
"Meow~" Seeing that the situation was not going well, the gray short-haired cat tried to squeeze into Bayonetta's arms. It seemed to have forgotten who took it to the pet hospital for sterilization surgery. Salomon angrily grabbed the Cheshire Cat's tail, and it pitifully acted coquettishly toward the witch, trying to escape the punishment of its owner.
"You heartless idiot, have you forgotten whose magic pet you are?" Salomon said angrily. The Cheshire Cat has not played any role as a magic pet. It does nothing but eat and won't even help get a drink. Salomon can say that the Cheshire cat is the most useless familiar in the world. It can do nothing but bully the foreign male cats and occupy the female cats in the building.
Bayonetta held the Cheshire Cat and Salomon together in her arms.
