The beautiful mage was kidnapped by the contracted beast again

The crowd on the ground made a commotion, just like water dropped into a pot of boiling oil.

Jiang Liujing could hear whispers like "Is he crazy?" and "Was he like this before?", but he remained motionless, and even straightened his back a little.

I won’t kneel.

Suddenly, a laugh came from above, followed by a man's gentle voice, like the strings of a harp plucked in spring.

As if to say in a very magnanimous way: "Let him be."

Then he said to the others, "Stand up, and stop kneeling."

The ears of wheat lying on the ground gradually supported the forest.

The Pope's gaze lingered on the upright young man for a long time, and he suddenly stood up and walked down from his honorable chair.

He first walked over to the other people, starting with the first one, and gently stroked their heads one by one, muttering something as if blessing them.

After doing all this, he slowly walked to Jiang Liujing.

As soon as he raised his arm a little from his side, the boy suddenly took a step back. After taking a step back, he was stunned for a moment, as if wondering why he had such a reaction.

The smile on the Pope's lips froze.

He withdrew his hand, still maintaining a gentle tone, and said warmly: "You don't have to be afraid of me."

Jiang Liujing looked at him and said nothing.

Scared? No, he didn't feel scared.

But for some reason, I instinctively didn't want to get close to the person in front of me, even though the other person's attitude was so kind and gentle.

One person's non-cooperation did not affect the continuation of the activity. The sleepy sounds started again after a brief pause.

This time, Jiang Liujing finally understood the general idea and knew that the reason they were brought here was to select the new Holy Son and Holy Daughter of the Divine Religion.

There were twelve candidates present, six men and six women, and Jiang Liujing was the final candidate, number twelfth.

Among the twelve of them, the most anticipated are a man and a woman who have been personally kept by the Pope for several years.

The girl was the blonde girl who brought him here. Her name was Yaoxi and she seemed to be the eldest daughter of a noble family in the past.

The boy's name was Xavier. Jiang Liujing easily identified him from the crowd because he was the only one who had been looking at him with an angry look since he stood up, as if he had done something extremely unethical.

weirdo.

Jiang Liujing chose to ignore it.

Since the red-robed men around him were all swearing that those two people would definitely be the chosen ones this time, Jiang Liujing continued to stay there with nothing to do.

Who would have thought that the man in the high position would suddenly speak: "For the sake of fairness, the Holy Son and Holy Daughter will be selected by God's will this time."

Without waiting for others to speak, he clapped his hands lightly, and with the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, a strange stone platform appeared out of thin air in the center of the hall.

On the left side of the stone platform stood a statue of a god with its head bowed, as if gazing at the person in front. On the right side stood a table, on which was inlaid a translucent sphere of a color that was completely different from any crystal ball Jiang Liujing had ever seen.

“Come, place your hands on it one by one,” the Pope said.

His voice seemed to be the rule, and one person after another walked up. When they put their hands on the sphere, colorful lights of varying strengths and weaknesses instantly burst out.

And just as everyone expected, among all the people, there were two people whose light was the strongest.

Yaoxi showed a faint smile on her face, while Xavier was much more arrogant. He looked towards Jiang Liujing proudly while the faces of the others darkened.

It turned out that the boy, who had an exquisite appearance but was as empty and dull as a doll, remained where he was and did not participate at all.

"It's your turn." The Pope also looked at Jiang Liujing.

Faced with such highly focused gazes on the alien, ordinary people would retreat to some extent out of shame, but Jiang Liujing just shook his head again.

He doesn't want to go.

"What a disobedient child." The Pope sighed, his voice sounding helpless, yet also like a tolerant smile.

"But this isn't something you can refuse."

A gust of air swept Jiang Liujing's body up, and without any resistance, his sluggish body was sent to the statue. His arm was lifted up by a force and pressed forcefully onto the crystal ball.

In an instant, Jiang Liujing felt as if his hand had fallen into a whirlpool in the deep sea. An invisible force extended from the sphere, sucking his hand in and making it impossible for him to escape.

Seeing that the crystal ball didn't emit even a trace of light, the people in the hall showed surprised expressions.

You know, before this, even the worst performers could make the crystal ball emit a faint white light.

How on earth did this number twelve fail to even emit a little light?

They were about to let out a scornful laugh, ready to kick him out. In a church with such deep faith in God, being rejected by God was the most intolerable sin.

But suddenly, a very crisp cracking sound was heard in the air, as if something fragile solid was gradually breaking.

Then, in the incredulous eyes of everyone, the crystal ball, which still did not emit any light, suddenly exploded out of thin air with a bang!

This is an unprecedented accident.

Ever since this No. 12 appeared here, it seemed that they kept receiving information beyond the norm.

After the crystal ball exploded, an extremely dazzling white light burst out, spreading all the way and completely lighting up the entire bowed statue.

That light, even compared to the two best performers before, was a hundred, a thousand times more intense. It was like a brilliant star rising from a wasteland, instantly stealing everyone's attention.

Jiang Liujing didn't know what he had done. He just stood there for a while, and suddenly he heard a series of dull plop sounds in his ears.

The restraints on his body disappeared, and when he turned around, he saw that the arrogant old men on both sides had knelt down at one point.

Only, this time, it was not facing the Pope, but facing him.

Jiang Liujing: “?”

What is this doing?

Did you kneel to the wrong person?

He took a step aside, only to see the heads of the old men on the floor rotate a few centimeters, still pointing in his direction. Even the red-robed man who had mocked him when he entered the room did the same.

"It seems that the result is no longer in doubt." The Pope's calm voice came from a high seat.

Compared to the others, he seemed to have foreseen this outcome. Facing the crowd, he calmly announced, "From this moment on, he is the new Holy Son of the Divine Religion."