The big guy kept dying and became a white moonlight

Chapter 1827 Want to Blaspheme Today (46)

This person was Ivy Rossetti, who had been away from home for several months.

I don't know what Ai Wei has experienced outside. When she ran away from home, she was obviously full of scenery and high-spirited, but now she is in such a depressed state.

Ivy has just returned to the Mandyluoto Empire, and she still doesn't know what happened in the empire.

Seeing the parading crowd, she curiously asked the believers around her, "What are you going to do?"

It's a pity that the believers around her didn't pay attention to her. The believers were immersed in their own world, praying devoutly to their own God of Light.

But Ivy did not give up, instead she frowned and pushed the believer impatiently.

Being interrupted several times, the believer who was closing his eyes and praying devoutly opened his eyes in dissatisfaction.

The believer glared at Ivy viciously, "What's the matter with you?"

The way believers look at themselves makes Ivy, who has always been pampered and praised by everyone, feel very uncomfortable.

She suppressed the dissatisfaction in her heart and asked the believer: "What is going to be done in the empire today?"

The believer answered Ivy coldly: "Today is the day when the Pope of the Holy See brings the saint and a group of elder messengers to pray for us devoutly."

"Saint?"

Hearing the word saint, Ivy's expression changed immediately.

Ivy looked very surprised, and she asked the believer in disbelief: "Saint? When was the saint? The God of Light actually chose the saint. For so many years, there has never been any saint in the Holy See. That saint is Who?"

Ai Wei didn't expect that after only a few months away from home, a saint would appear in the empire.

Could it be that this saint was selected from the time he escaped last time?

Thinking of this, Ai Wei's lips could not help but clenched tightly.

The believer sneered and said: "You don't even know this, it seems that you are not a citizen of the empire! The saint is the lady of the Rossetti family, His Royal Highness Hiber Rossetti."

The tempered believer threw this sentence at Ivy coldly, then closed his eyes and continued to pray.

This time, no matter who came to him, he would not pay any attention.

And hearing what the believer said Ivy, the body froze.

Rossetti... Hiber...

What, what do you mean... Hibel has become the Holy See's saint.

The saint who hasn't been born in a hundred years is actually Xibel.

how can that be!

Ivy couldn't accept it. At this moment, she saw a white, holy and dreamy carriage slowly driving towards her from a distance. Two pure white horses held their heads high.

On the carriage, stood two figures.

One is a tall and slender figure on the right side, that person is wearing a soft snow-colored religious robe, holding a book of teachings in his hand, his short blond hair is slightly curly, and his beautiful facial features and eyebrows are full of compassion and kindness.

Those golden eyes looked at the believers in front of him, and his lips moved slightly, as if he was saying something silently, as if a steady stream of faith had gently entered the believers' bodies.

This is the Pope of the Holy See.

The girl in the snow-colored dress on the left side of the Pope is Xibel, whom Ivy can recognize even when she turns into ashes.

I saw Xibel's long black hair with an elegant and aristocratic hairstyle halfway up, the crystal water drop headdress on her head, the drop-like pendant hanging from her eyebrows, her beautiful and delicate face was full of indifference and calmness No Lan.

(End of this chapter)