Reincarnated Lizard Becomes Stronger by Having Fun

"Hey, kneel down, do you know who He is?"

The corner of her clothes was pulled twice. Rebecca looked at the eldest lady who was pulling her clothes and asked a soul-searching question.

Who is this old man? Is he very powerful? She really doesn't know him.

But looking at the anxious look of the eldest lady, it seems that she is really powerful.

Just give in. Kneeling on one knee won’t lose a piece of meat anyway.

Thinking of this, she prepared to kneel down.

As soon as her knees bent, a pair of hands supported her.

When she turned her head, she saw Shirley holding her hand.

Eyes facing each other.

The previous flattery was no longer in those silvery pupils. She couldn't explain what this look was, but... it made people feel that they could trust her.

Shaking her head slightly towards her sister, Shirley then looked at the figure descending in front of her.

"Greetings, Monsignor San Feliu de Sauls."

Shirley bowed her head and saluted, a very common etiquette, the kind that a younger generation greets an elder.

The look she gave the old man was also very calm, without the fanaticism that other human species had when looking at the old man.

This old man is the sequence god of the human race, and also one of the subordinate gods under the Lord of Life.

The old man turned his head and looked at Shirley.

"It's you. I remember you, the little princess of the Flügel."

"It's my honor that you remember."

"But why is Saint Feliu de Sauls, a follower of God, here?"

Logically speaking, the Sequence God should not be here at this stage.

Without any hesitation, Shirley directly asked about the confusion in her heart.

Even though she was facing a Sequence God, she remained calm.

Rebecca, who was standing next to him, felt her calves go a little weak.

Oh my god, this old man is actually a follower of God.

Although I don’t know what the specific concept of being a god is, it is definitely something at the top of the pyramid.

No wonder these people look so fanatical, as if they were participating in a cult ritual.

He glanced furtively at Shirley.

There was no expression on her face, and even when facing the old man's gaze, she continued to look at him without any change.

If this woman hadn't been a pervert...

The expressionless old man suddenly showed a kind smile.

"Well, I saw a little fellow that I liked, so I came here on a whim."

After saying this, the old man's kind eyes fell on the kitten.

Shirley frowned slightly.

He avoided his own question.

His Majesty the Lord of Life has fallen asleep. As the subordinate god of His Majesty the Lord of Life, Saint Feliu de Sauls should not appear in this place at this stage.

He should guard beside the Lord of Life or sit on the fortress.

Has the identity of that little god been exposed?

For a moment, her mind was filled with a myriad of thoughts.

"Child, come here."

Looking at the old man waving at him, the kitten paused, took a step forward, and stopped less than two meters away from the old man.

A pair of concentrated pitch-black cat eyes stared calmly at the old man in front of him.

She had read in a book that the old man was called Saint Feliu de Sauls, the god of the elements.

This is basic common sense among human cities.

The human race church usually has his statues and cults.

But facing this person, she did not feel much awe in her heart.

Because the other party has always protected the human race, not their mixed-race race.

In other words, the other party's existence has little to do with their mixed-race race.

"How about I bless you, kid?"

The old man raised his palm, and the colorful elements gathered and took shape in his palm, shining like a colorful lantern.

Blessing?

Shirley suddenly quit her thoughts.

Lord Saint Feliu de Sauls wants to accept the kitten as his divine favor?

It is confirmed that Lord San Feliu de Sauls probably doesn't know anything.

If that's the case, then I have to stop it.

But how to stop it?

Communicate with magic?

No, that won’t work. Using magic to connect a conversation in front of a Sequence God, who is also a magician, is no different from speaking directly.

He looked at Rebecca next to him.

Rebecca was quiet from the beginning.

Very well behaved too.

He held her hand obediently, his cute little face looked timid, but very adorable.

There is also this feeling of being relied on by Rebecca, hehe.

Shirley directly stretched out her evil claws.

"what are you doing?"

Angry shyness spread across Rebecca's face.

With his arms folded across his chest, he looked angrily at Shirley, whose face had distorted.

The little bit of goodwill that had just arisen in my heart completely disappeared at this moment.

"Guhehe, I just want to see how much you've grown, Rebecca-chan."

Growth? Touch* to check.

No matter what she said today, she would teach this woman a lesson.

He opened his mouth and pounced on the hateful woman in front of him.

Faced with such a good thing, Shirley certainly couldn't hide and just opened her arms.

Rebecca opened her mouth and bit the snow-white shoulder with hatred and anger.

There is no room for error.

“Ah, it hurts~”

A scream was heard, but if you look closely, you will find that the Flügel girl is smiling with enjoyment at this moment.

The solemn castle hall suddenly became less serious due to the interaction between the two.

Many people couldn't help but look up at the two of them.

This includes kittens.

Different from others.

When Angelica looked at Shirley, her eyes happened to meet hers.

Her impression of Shirley is that she is steady.

Everything was in order, even when she was trying to please Rebecca.

She was calm and composed, and even though she was always being verbally abused, she seemed to have no emotions at all.

So under normal circumstances, Shirley would never do such a thing.

Is she reminding herself?

This is superfluous.

From the very beginning she was not prepared to accept this blessing.

If Lord Saint Feliu de Sauls really had any affection for them, the mixed-bloods, then He would only need to send down an oracle to the Church of Elements.

They, the mixed-race people, would not suffer so much.

Of course, she couldn't expect other people's favors for nothing.

But at the same time she also has the right to refuse.

"Have you thought about it, little one?"

"Ah."

"Lord Saint Feliu de Sauls, can I exchange this gift for a condition?"

"Oh? Tell me."

The old man had an interested smile on his face.

No ordinary life has ever rejected Him like this.

"I would like to ask you to send down an oracle to recognize more half-bloods and allow them to enjoy the treatment of ordinary civilians."

“I want to make life better for everyone.”

Facing the sincere gaze in the dark cat's eyes.

San Feliu de Sauls froze, his mind lost in memories.

How long has it been...how long has it been since I last saw this kind of look.

I can't seem to remember it, it was too long.

His kind eyes softened, and he became more fond of the little guy in front of him.

"Is that so... What a great little fellow."