Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

Lie seemed to be stimulated to the extreme, or perhaps his blind self-confidence gave him an absurd illusion.

"Father God! Look at me! I am better than Samuel..."

Jin Chen's patience ran out, and he clenched his fist towards Lie Xukong who was rushing towards him.

"what!"

The fierce scream stopped abruptly, as if an invisible hand had strangled his throat, and his body suddenly hovered in mid-air, his limbs struggling in vain.

"I still give you too much face." Jinchen said.

The moment the words fell, his clenched fingers suddenly tightened!

Lie's body, hanging in the air, suddenly stiffened, all struggles stopped instantly, and there was no life left.

Norman gasped, his face turned pale, and he almost crawled out of the room, not even daring to look back.

The room was in a mess.

Jinchen lowered his head, looking at Samuel who had calmed down in his arms. He brushed away the ink stain on his cheek with his fingertips, and his voice returned to its low and gentle state.

"Are you happy now?"

Samuel pursed his lips and shook his head gently in the crook of his neck.

Lie died, but the jealousy and possessiveness in his heart did not dissipate.

His Father God is so good and so supreme that there will always be countless people who come to love Him, believe in Him, and desire to be close to Him.

This realization became even stronger after what happened today, making him feel uneasy.

He couldn't suppress the jealousy and desire in his heart. At this moment, he longed for the favor of God the Father very much.

Samuel stood up and took off his loose shirt. The smooth fabric piled on the ground like flowers that were about to fall.

He stepped on his clothes, clambered over to Jinchen's shoulders, pressed his cheek against his neck, and looked up at him, "Father God, I'm so sad. There are always so many people who want to snatch you from me. Please pamper me, okay?"

Jinchen touched his slightly cold cheek and asked, "Are you still unhappy?"

Samuel raised his face, his eyes filled with moisture and almost paranoid desire.

He lowered his head and kissed Jinchen's palm devoutly, then pulled the big hand over, gently placed it on his cheek, and nodded.

Jinchen looked at his aggrieved and eager expression, sighed softly, and stroked his delicate skin with his fingertips.

"Then I'll coax you."

Samuel thought that Jinchen would take him back to the bedroom and soothe his uneasy heart with her affection and tenderness.

In fact, Jinchen did the same.

But two days later.

The holy bells of all the churches on the continent were rung at the same time, and then the oracle came again, announcing a fact that was enough to subvert the cognition of the entire continent.

Supreme Bishop Samuel is not only the most beloved believer of God the Father, but also his only lover.

[The villain's darkening value is detected -10, totaling 8! 】

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On the clean streets of the holy city, a figure seemed out of place.

Branwen was wrapped in an old robe that was washed white and spotted with mud, and her shoes were worn at the edges.

He stood at the edge of the bustling crowd, greedily looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar street scene in front of him.

Ever since the bishop's succession ceremony, he had been expelled and could only live in a village even more backward than the Edge City. He was much less informed than the outside world and only knew that there had been a turmoil concerning faith and gods.

The specific details are unclear.

Branwen leaned against the cold wall, panting, and heard two well-dressed men chatting next to him.

They were talking about the Church, and Branwen came closer.

The two men glanced at him and saw that he looked shabby, so they thought he was just a beggar and continued talking without paying any attention.

"...Master Samuel is truly remarkable. I heard a miracle occurred during yesterday's blessing ceremony..."

"Yes, Father God is watching over me."

Their tone was filled with awe, and the more Branwen listened, the more information he received, and the colder his heart became.

Samuel...still became the Supreme Bishop.

Branwen couldn't help but interrupt, his voice dry and hoarse, "...You still believe in the God of Light, but doesn't it mean... He is darkness..."

Before he could finish his words, the two men looked at him as if he were a monster, and then sneered.

"Where did this old antique come from? Who on the continent doesn't know this? Light and darkness have the same origin, and the Father and God are one. What's wrong with that?"

"That's right, does it hinder you from begging?" another person said sarcastically.

Branwen: "..."

He stumbled back as if he had been punched in the face, his back hitting the rough wall.

Such a ridiculous thing... was actually accepted?!

His chest heaved violently, but in his chaotic thoughts, there was still a glimmer of hope.

Since he was able to return to the holy city safely, does it mean... that the gods have not completely abandoned him?

Well, there is still a chance... He is a rare pure light magician!

Branwen dragged his tired body and stumbled towards the towering gate of the Holy See relying on his memory.

The Templar Knights on guard recognized him, looked at him with complicated eyes, but did not stop him.

"Lord Branwen?" The leading knight said politely, "Please wait a moment. We have sent someone to inform Lord Samuel."

Branwen's heart was half relieved. He straightened his hunched back and tried to regain his former demeanor. He was led to the side hall to wait.

Time passed slowly, and Branwen became restless.

Finally, footsteps were heard, but the person who came in was not Samuel, but an ordinary servant.

"Lord Branwen," the attendant bowed, "Lord Samuel has matters to attend to. Please be patient."

"Also, my Lord has instructed that you please change into your former priestly attire." Behind the attendant, another person was holding a set of neatly folded white priestly robes.

Branwen's eyes lit up instantly.

Change back into priestly attire?

Was Samuel... trying to give in, trying to appease him? Was he trying to give him a way out, allowing him to return with dignity?

The long-accumulated humiliation and the resentment of being bullied by the villagers suddenly found an outlet, giving rise to some arrogance.

He stood up almost impatiently, raised his chin slightly, and said in a commanding tone: "What are you still standing there for? Help me change clothes!"

The servants looked at each other without saying anything. They stepped forward silently and skillfully helped him take off his tattered robes and put on the white priest's robes that symbolized his status and glory.

Branwen seemed to have regained her lost dignity.

He straightened his clothes in front of the bronze mirror, trying his best to make his posture look more upright.

The footsteps sounded again, this time steady and clear. Branwen looked back and saw Samuel appear at the door.

He was wearing a long, trimmed robe that symbolized the Supreme Bishop, and his face was expressionless as he looked calmly at Branwen.