The beautiful mage was kidnapped by the contracted beast again

"I know your name is widely known on the continent." The Pope looked at him and smiled softly.

"The first time I saw you... you were younger and more beautiful than I had imagined."

There seemed to be a very special magic about him, like the stream flowing through the shallows in spring, or like the wind brushing against the cheek. The sunlight fell lightly on his eyelashes, making his pupils almost transparent.

Every word, even every syllable, that came out of his lips and tongue would make those who heard it fall into a psychedelic dream and unconsciously let down their guard against him.

"I'd like to ask you a question."

"Which came first, the sun or the light?"

Jiang Liujing frowned subconsciously.

"Is this question important? Regardless of which came first, for the world today, both the sun and light existed at the same time."

"It's different." The Pope looked at him steadily and said, "At least for me, it means something different."

"..."

The young man in front of him fell silent.

The Pope smiled slightly and said: "If you don't know the answer now, you can tell me in the future."

They were talking, and on the other side, several students were whispering.

Hiding behind the teacher, Mo Ya could not be easily seen. He imitated the teacher's voice perfectly: "Which came first, the sun or the light?"

Looking at Wen Xun, he called on his name, "Mr. Wen, please answer this question."

Wen Xun had a blank expression, even a hint of disgust: "I came first."

The world was dark before he was born, so it doesn’t matter who comes first or whoever he loves.

"Oh, an idealist, no, an egoist." Mo Ya shook his head with regret. "It's terrible. It's really terrible. Others have little value in your eyes."

"It's like your materialism has contributed so much to the world." Wen Xun laughed.

They actually spoke very softly, and used a little magic to soundproof them, so it was difficult for ordinary magic warriors and magicians to hear them clearly, but it was obvious that the people who could come with the Pope were not simple people.

The group of people were wearing masks, and their expressions could not be seen clearly. They just clenched their fists secretly, then relaxed them, and finally clenched them again.

I can bear it again and again, I can't bear it.

The cautious few looked at the Pope first. What they could hear, the Pope could of course also hear, and they followed the Pope's opinion to make the final decision.

But hasty had already spoken.

The masked man following behind the cardinal suddenly took a step forward, standing out from the crowd, his metal mask reflecting a cold light.

The eyes beneath the mask stared at the two of them and shouted angrily, "How dare you be so disrespectful to the Pope? You need to be reprimanded!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a row of light blades instantly formed behind Wen Xun, and the magical power it generated blew the corners of clothes and hair of several people nearby into the air.

"You start fighting right away? Are you so reckless?" Mo Ya was shocked. He quickly formed seals with his hands. The light blades that chopped down from the air were blocked by rock shields. The collision of magic was dazzling yet orderly.

Wen Xun on the side snorted coldly, lightning and thunder running around him. He had no intention of backing down just because of the identity of the cultist in front of him. He narrowed his eyes, aimed at the masked man, and swung his hand to attack him.

As soon as this person opened his mouth, Wen Xun felt inexplicably uncomfortable. It had nothing to do with what he said, Wen Xun simply found him annoying.

Thunder condensed into a spear in his hand, and he threw it directly at the masked man's chest.

As the lightning spun at high speed, one could even hear a long dragon-like roar, and it rushed out with the teachers' screams of "What are you doing?" who were about to collapse.

Wherever it passed, any remaining light blades were smashed to pieces.

Jiang Liujing turned around and saw the lightning coming towards him: "..."

He felt a sharp headache.

His good roommates were never afraid of anyone when it came to getting into trouble.

Jiang Liujing, realizing the masked man was no match for Wen Xun, was about to raise his hand to stop Lei Ting and prevent the mess from getting worse. If things went wrong, he wouldn't be able to explain himself to the principal.

But the Pope next to him moved even faster.

Jiang Liujing didn't even notice where he moved. In just a blink of an eye, the imposing thunder had disappeared from his sight.

When he turned around, he saw that the Pope had raised one hand and was casually playing with a small purple bead.

His skin was a very cold white, like some kind of inorganic rock, as if all the fresh blood in the human body had been sucked out of his flesh.

"Very powerful, but a bit arrogant." Cyrus spoke in a flat tone, not showing any displeasure at Wen Xun's actions.

With a light squeeze, the beads formed by the lightning magic power shattered into powder.

Wen Xun's face suddenly darkened and he stared at the Pope.

He often provoked others, so he could clearly sense that the man in front of him was looking down on him and despising him.

Yet, he appeared to be extremely calm and composed, his posture elegant, as if he had just solved a small problem.

Unlike Wen Xun, the masked man next to him clearly showed joy.

The mask distorted his voice, but it couldn't stop the joy from coming out.

Cyrus had helped him! Cyrus had recognized him!

Sure enough, he is the important person chosen by Cyrus!

He couldn't suppress the restlessness in his heart and opened his mouth to shout "Teacher".

Just as he uttered one word, he suddenly felt an extremely heavy pressure on his body. He felt dizzy and almost fell to the ground.

The masked man finally managed to steady himself, but then he realized he couldn't speak and his eyes widened in shock.

This was a familiar operation, not the first time he had experienced it.

It was precisely because of this that he was so shocked and puzzled at this moment—

Why did Cyrus seal his throat to prevent him from speaking?

When I felt it more carefully, I was even more shocked.

Cyrus had actually sealed the magic power in his body, and now he was as weak as an ordinary person.

"No no no!"

He could only make very weak sounds from deep in his throat, like a mad beast locked in a cage.

The church members nearby lowered their heads and turned a blind eye.

To them, the Pope is the supreme will, and no matter what the Pope does, they just have to accept it.

"Xavier admired me a little too much and attacked your subordinates. I'm sorry. I have punished him."

Cyrus smiled at Jiang Liujing, his eyes inadvertently passing over Chi behind him.

When his eyes fell on Chi Huan's hand holding Jiang Liujing's arm, they darkened for a moment, and then looked away as if nothing had happened.