The beautiful mage was kidnapped by the contracted beast again

It feels warm, like being hugged by someone.

All the fatigue in my body seemed to be swept away.

Jiang Liujing gradually regained consciousness and opened his eyes. In an instant, the world was filled with brilliant golden light that penetrated him.

...So flashy.

Who is so kind as to install so many lights on the ceiling?

He subconsciously raised his hand to cover his eyes, and the movement made a sound of water. Only then did he realize that he was now soaking in a very luxurious huge pool.

The room, dominated by white and gold, seemed designed solely for this pool. The surrounding floor was covered in a profusion of fresh flowers, which, judging by their freshness, must have been picked no more than half a day ago.

Jiang Liujing looked around but didn't see anyone else in the room.

Where is he?

Another confusion that comes with it is.

【who is he? 】

The memory seemed to be covered with a layer of fog, and he stood alone on the shore, looking into the distance at the unclear scenery in the white fog.

Jiang Liujing lowered his head.

The pool is filled with golden and crystal water, which looks like melted gold, but it is a million times more precious than gold.

Through the mirror-like clear water, Jiang Liujing saw a face that could undoubtedly be described as "beautiful".

From eyebrows to lips and nose, every line is as if carefully drawn by a craftsman, carrying the concept of perfection to the extreme.

But it was precisely because of this perfection that Jiang Liujing looked at his own face and suddenly felt a great sense of unreality.

It's a nice face.

But he didn't feel like he belonged.

He tried to smile, but felt that his facial muscles could not move, and his face was as stiff as a doll carved out of rock.

There was a sudden knock on the door of the room, and then it opened a crack, and three slender figures walked in.

Jiang Liujing instantly sank into the water and looked up at them vigilantly.

But he found that the two maids behind him had thick white cloth covering their faces, covering their eyes tightly, and were holding a tray with towels and clothes in their hands.

Standing at the front was a blonde girl who said calmly, "Number 12, put on your clothes. It's time to meet the Pope."

Number 12?

Are you calling him?

Jiang Liujing was thinking, but his expression didn't show - in fact, because of his expressionless face, it was difficult for him to show any unnecessary emotions.

He nodded to the girl in front of him, swam silently to the shore, reached out to take the clothes, and quietly looked into the girl's eyes.

girl:"……"

She said, "Don't worry, we won't look at you."

Jiang Liujing remained motionless in the water.

The girl held him for a long time, seeing the stubbornness beneath his calm exterior. Finally, defeated, she turned to the other two and said, "Get out first."

The door slammed shut, and he was alone in the room again.

Jiang Liujing finally took action slowly.

It wasn't that he was deliberately slow in his movements, but his body seemed extremely heavy for some reason, and there was a strange disconnect between it and his consciousness.

When he wanted to do something, this body would pause for a second before reacting.

The clean white dress fit her body perfectly, so perfectly that it seemed as if it was tailor-made, with not even an inch of excess at the edges.

When Jiang Liujing pushed open the door, the two maids had disappeared, and only the blonde girl was still waiting for him at the door.

Seeing him come out, he looked around and nodded, as if he thought it was not bad. Then he said "Follow me" and led the way.

While walking, Jiang Liujing vaguely understood why someone came to lead him.

The roads here are so complicated that every time you turn a corner you seem to arrive at a completely new place. You can get lost in there for ten days or half a month on your own.

Jiang Liujing also observed that every seemingly empty and deserted place was covered with a thick shadow in the corner.

There are "watchers" everywhere here.

He withdrew his gaze and followed the girl as if he didn't notice.

They finally stopped in front of an exceptionally grand hall. When the guards at the door saw the blonde girl, they bowed their heads respectfully to her.

The girl didn't rush in, but turned to Jiang Liujing and said, "When you see the Pope later, remember to salute—do you know how to salute?"

Jiang Liujing looked at her silently.

For some reason, the girl also fell silent.

"You don't know, do you?" she asked hesitantly.

But when I looked at the time, it was almost too late.

Being late would have more serious consequences than not knowing if the ceremony could be completed. The girl gritted her teeth and said resolutely, "Forget it. The Pope brought you back personally, so I'm sure he won't mind. Let's go in first."

The palace door opened slowly to both sides with a bang, and Jiang Liujing followed the blonde girl into the hall.

The hall was extremely spacious, and the high dome seemed untouchable. Sunlight filtered through the stained glass, casting mottled shadows and illuminating the faces of the group of red-robed men on both sides with a riot of colour.

The scene was so beautiful that one couldn't help but wonder if the person who designed this place had a grudge against them.

Jiang Liujing really wanted to laugh, but his face was paralyzed and he couldn't laugh, so he gave up.

But he let them go, but they were not going to let him go.

Jiang Liujing had barely taken a step forward when the nearest red-robed man began to grumble, "Such an important day is taking so long to arrive. It seems one of our candidates has a very unethical attitude."

As she spoke, her eyes kept scanning him, and the meaning in her eyes had nothing to do with friendliness.

Jiang Liujing paused for a moment, then continued walking forward as if he didn't notice.

He saw a row of people standing in the open space in the middle of the front. They were wearing the same style of clothes as him. As expected, this was where he should be.

Seeing that he completely ignored him, the red-robed man who had spoken became furious and said angrily, "What's your attitude? You're just the last one..."

The person next to him pulled him hurriedly again.

The man in red robe suddenly felt a faint gaze on him, coming from a higher place.

And in this hall, there is only one such position.

He suddenly fell silent.

Jiang Liujing followed the blonde girl to her seat, stood still, and tried to listen to a few of their conversations, but found that it was all a bunch of bird talk and he couldn't understand a word at all. He then began to daydream and didn't hear anything the people around him said.

After an unknown amount of time, all the sounds in his ears disappeared, and he felt that the surroundings were much more spacious.

Turning around, he saw that everyone had knelt down for some reason. He was the only one still standing alone in the center of the hall.

Stand out from the crowd.

Jiang Liujing: “?”

Looking around, he and the man on the high position were the only ones in the air above 1.5 meters.

No wonder it's so empty.

Hundreds of eyes rose from the ground, staring at him in shock, from the others around him and from the red robes.

It's like a completely rebellious outlier suddenly appears in a large family that has been following the rules for thousands of years.

He can't even be described as a thorn, he's simply a monster.

The blonde girl who brought him here already had a horrible expression on her face and whispered to him, "Salute! Salute!"