The girl who was punished by the gods counterattacked and became the group's favorite

"That's what I said."

"Then let's go together." Joel interrupted the cardinal's hesitation and planned to leave together.

"Don't be anxious, Master Olmigus. Let's go together." The Pope came over at some point.

The people here immediately saluted the Pope, and Joel and Tia also saluted immediately.

"Since we don't have any plans for the future, we should have time to go to the church together. Besides, the people in the church can help Tia figure out what's wrong. I believe there's no one more professional than the people in the church, right?"

The Pope smiled, but his tone of voice was firm.

"Let's go then. I'm not feeling particularly unwell anyway, and this is a good opportunity to see Syrio."

Tia suddenly thought that she hadn't seen Syrio for a long time, so it was a good opportunity to go and see him, since it was inevitable anyway.

She reached for Lajoel's hand and didn't notice the Pope's eyes suddenly darkening behind her.

The Pope deliberately lagged behind by a few steps and waved to the cardinal beside him. The cardinal then hurried back by another route.

"Let the people out."

A beam of white light suddenly shone into the dark cell. Syrio stretched out his hands to block out the bright light to prevent damage to his eyes, but the chains on his body clattered, and his bound hands could not completely cover his eyes.

The pain in my body was covered by a special potion and could not be healed on its own. The slightest movement would cause the wound to become affected.

"Come out," the cardinal said, admiring Syrio's fearless expression. Suddenly, he felt a little bored. "Why don't you untie the chains?"

The believers nearby quickly took the key and went in to open the chains one by one.

"I still like the way you were before. You look so overconfident now."

The cardinal watched Syrio slowly stand up, and faced with his own arrogance, he shook his sleeves helplessly.

"Why don't you take the Holy Son downstairs to wash up and change into new clothes to meet the guests?"

Syrio hadn't expected that someone would come to visit him, but fortunately he had come out.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you, the one who came seems to be the young lady from the Olmigus family, her name is Tia! She still cares about you very much."

The cardinal made these joking remarks just as Syrio was about to pass by him.

Syrio clenched his hands, forcing himself to react normally. He paused for a moment before turning around and walking away.

"Boring." The cardinal said and turned to leave. "Remember to take him to the reception room later."

The believers around nodded, led Syrio to wash up quickly, and asked several people to use healing power at the same time to heal Syrio's wounds.

Syrio lay in the bathtub and let them play with his body.

It's been ages since we last met. What should I say first? "Long time no see" seems too distant, but "I missed you" seems too familiar? Will she notice that I haven't been doing well these days? Has Jurgen told her about his situation?

……

Syrio thought a lot in his mind, and even after he was completely dressed up, he was still uneasy. Are they finally going to meet?

Syrio was taken to a corner nearby and made to stand there unable to move forward. At this time, Joel and Tia were being examined by the church.

"Great Goddess Natalie Coughlin, I am your most devout subject. I ask you to give me new guidance and tell me which subject you favor this time."

The Pope knelt devoutly before the statue, and everyone knelt down together.

After a while, the Pope received the answer, and a ray of light gently hit Joel's body.

Tia looked around. Was she being cheated?

The Pope thanked the goddess respectfully again before turning around.

"Joel, come here and write down God's guidance. Tia, aren't you going to Silio? He's over there."

Tia turned her head to look at Joel, and only ran over when she saw Joel nodded.

Syrio was finally allowed to come over.

"You finally came to me."

"Well, how have you been these days?" Tia looked at Syrio. It seemed that there was nothing wrong with him except that his lips were a little pale.

"I am... not like that? How are you doing?"

Syrio didn't want to talk about the past few days, so he simply turned the topic to Tia.

"I've been through a lot recently. I finished the end-of-month challenge, taking first place in both the first and second rounds, and ultimately finishing in the top eight overall! I also visited my own territory and just went to the Miracle..."

Tia talked on and on, saying a lot.

Joel also quickly finished writing down the cultivation formula, "Please review it, Your Holiness."

"You just need to swear to the goddess that what you just wrote is true."

"Great Goddess Natalie Coughlin, Joel Olviedo Olmiguez swears to you that what I have just written is absolutely true. If it is false, please punish me."

Joel swore in accordance with the procedure and repeated the oath solemnly.

"Tia."

Tia turned her head and looked at Joel, "Brother, have you finished writing?"

"Yeah." Joel nodded, looking at Syrio calmly.

Syrio raised his head and looked straight at him. "Long time no see."

"Not long, actually." Joel said without any mercy. If it weren't for his sister coming, Syrio would still be in jail.

Whether Syrio did it intentionally or not, he used Tia in disguise and used their Olmix family to prove that the royal family was trying to win him over and lead him out of trouble.

Syrio knew what Joel cared about, but he had no intention of doing so. However, it did cause this consequence, and he was very sorry.

"Brother!" Tia protested softly.

Joel touched Tia's head. His sister was still young, so it was normal for her not to understand some things.

"We'll take our leave now!"

"Okay, Master and Miss Olmigus, please go out." The Pope was very satisfied with Joel and Tia's obedience.

Tia looked at Syrio reluctantly. She had a bad feeling in her heart, but she couldn't tell what was wrong.

In the end, Tia and Joel left together and returned home.

The Pope walked down the stairs step by step, looked at Syrio who was kneeling in front of him, reached out and gently touched his face, then suddenly pinched his chin, forcing him to look up at him.

"Syrio, you should know that my patience is limited. I hope this is the first and last time this happens."

The Pope patted Syrio's face.