become gay magic

The game starts in the morning and ends in the morning.

In the afternoon, it is time to prepare for the closing ceremony.

Dylan is glad that he can get out of here soon.Not that he was looking forward to returning to the Vatican, but in any case, his things were there, and he had his own life there.Maybe that's not good enough, but at least it's better than being here.

The closing ceremony naturally had a speech, and the monarch who came on stage first reviewed the history and significance of the competition.

It may be because of the lack of a draft, he would stop for a while after speaking, and pretend to be thinking.

No one dared to interrupt him, even though it was torture to listen to the speech from beginning to end.

Among the envoys, Dylan sat upright, watching the monarch speak on the stage, as if he was really interested in what he had to say.That's not the case for those present.During the distraction, Dylan glanced at the Paladin Commander not far away. The latter had already changed into a well-fitting dress, and he completely got rid of his previous rural temperament and seemed to be full of energy.Anyone who looks at it knows that this is a big man.

Sure enough, people rely on clothes.Dylan tilted his head and yawned, but received a disapproving look from the consul, and quickly resumed his sitting posture just now.

After the first speech was over, under the guidance of the host, the second speech followed.

Dylan could clearly hear the heavy sighs of the emissaries around him, which made him sigh too.

Fortunately, the second speech was delivered by the Paladin Commander.When the man came to the stage, he held a piece of paper in his hand, and after standing still, he began to read the list on it.As the representative of the other party, the chief paladin thanked all the participants and supporters in an official tone, but he deliberately sped up his speech.If you were a little dazed, you might not be able to hear what he was saying.It was at this speed that the Paladin Commander ended his speech in just 2 minutes.

But then there was no such luck.

Dylan saw the consul next to him adjusting his collar, and when he heard his name from the host, he went up with his head held high.

The consul was obviously well prepared and spoke fluently.

But when the speech lasted more than 10 minutes, the emissaries all complained quietly.

"God, I really hope he can learn from the Paladin Commander, that's called empathy."

"Isn't it? What's the use of bragging about the achievements of the bishops here? No one will care."

"I want to go home early." An emissary whispered sleepily, "Dylan, what do you say?"

Dylan replied offhandedly, "I thought so too. But..." he remembered, "We'll have to speak later."

"Don't remind me of this," said the emissary. "You're fine, Dylan. You've been to so many press conferences with the Consul. You must be familiar with this kind of thing. I have no experience at all. And the lunch at noon is so disgusting, I still feel a little nauseated, alas, what if I get so nervous on stage that I vomit..."

Dylan patted the messenger on the shoulder comfortingly, but had to admit that the meal at noon was much greasy than last night.

It is said that it was to reward the contestants who fought hard, but obviously, no one considered the messenger's needs.

The speaking order of messengers and paladins is arranged alternately.This meant that Dylan would be the last to speak, and in front of him was naturally his opponent, Repa.But the strange thing is that Repa has not yet appeared here.

Dingler, the therapist, had told him that Repa was fine and just needed to rest.

In other words, by the time the closing ceremonies began, Repa would probably be waking up.

So why haven't you come yet?

Dylan withdrew his attention and watched the emissary beside him walk tremblingly onto the stage.

The messenger's face was pale, and his tone was hesitant, which gave Dylan a bad feeling.

Could it be...won't it really be...

As if he couldn't help it, the emissary vomited directly on the stage with a wow.

That moment came too suddenly.Everyone didn't react and stared blankly at the podium.

The emissary was out of control, and vomited frantically on the stage, spewing out a large amount of yellow-brown filth.

The audience fell into a brief dead silence, and Dylan was also stunned.Only the emissary's vomiting was clearly audible.The sour smell quickly spread in the room, and many people's faces changed slightly.It is impossible to be completely unaffected.It's just that some people are more affected, such as the other three envoys present here.Stimulated by the gag, they bent over and made whoa, whoa, whoa.

The scene of the four envoys of the Holy See vomiting at the same time made most of them cover their mouths and suppress themselves with difficulty.

"This... This is simply..." The monarch stood up tremblingly, "How decent!!"

The consul panicked, "Your Majesty, please forgive their gaffe." After that, he turned to Dylan for help.

Dylan knew that the consul didn't know magic, so he suppressed the uncomfortable feeling and cast a spell to clear the mess from the scene.

At this time, everyone was almost vomiting.After being reprimanded by the consul, he made amends with a disheveled face, and went back to rest one by one.

The monarch was still furious, but after everyone's persuasion, he reluctantly sat still, but his face was ugly.

Dylan kept his eyes on the nose, his nose and his heart. When he heard the host come back to the podium, he spoke unnaturally.

"Hey, then, let's get back to the topic..."

I don't know how the bishops will feel when they hear about this incident after returning to the Holy See.

Thinking of the scene just now, Dylan couldn't help but sweat for his colleagues.

If this gets out, it will definitely be on the headlines of various tabloids quickly.

Today is enough to be one of the most embarrassing moments in the history of the Holy See.Although Dylan believes that this is not the fault of the messengers, the main reason should be attributed to the inconsiderate organizers.On the bright side, though, this is the worst-case scenario and it can't get any worse.

"The following is Sir Repa's acceptance speech."

After the host announced his name, he looked around the venue.

"Sir Repa...? Can you stand up?"

No one answered.

After a while, a paladin raised his hand and answered the host's question.

"Repa is not here."

"Then where is he?"

"I don't know," said the paladin honestly.

Suddenly there was a murmur of discussion in the arena.

It seems that this day is destined to be full of twists and turns.Only this time it was the Paladin's turn.Dylan inexplicably had the psychology of watching a good show.After all, the Holy See has already made a fool of itself just now, and it stands to reason that the Paladins, which are directly under the Supreme Ruler, should make a fool of themselves.

"If that's the case, let's change the order." To Dylan's disappointment, the host responded flexibly, "Let the messenger Dylan come first. Dear messenger, may I invite you to come up?"

Dylan stood up, took a few steps to the podium, and quickly recalled what he had prepared.

The emissary was actually right.For such occasions, he has indeed seen a lot.

Dylan faced the seats of the audience, and saw the head paladin with his eyes closed, as if he was taking a rest.

Great, the Paladin Commander wasn't looking at him, which would reduce unnecessary tension for him.

"I am honored to be one of the representatives of the Holy See, and to come here to participate in the exchange activities between the two parties. This is a very meaningful experience, which has benefited me a lot in all aspects..."

Dylan read the lines mechanically, and suddenly felt something was wrong.

He turned his head to look at the door, but saw that the door opened at some point.

There Repa was, panting heavily, as if he had come a long way.

Everyone's eyes turned to Repa along with Dylan, and there were many doubts among them.

Only now?Dylan frowned slightly, watching Repa approaching him step by step.

Wait a minute, what is this... Why is Repa staring at him so hard?Are you going to settle accounts with him?

Considering that Repa lost the game, he probably held a grudge against him, Dylan raised his guard subconsciously.

Repa stood in front of Dylan.

"I, I have something to tell you."

Do you have to choose this place and this time to say it?

Dylan looked at Repa suspiciously, not understanding why this tall and thick man was blushing.But after all, everyone has come, so we can't force them to step down.Dylan finally agreed.

"Speak, sir."

On the seats in the back row of the arena, the chief paladin opened his eyes unconsciously, and turned his attention to the two people on the stage.He heard the petite envoy of the Holy See begin to make a speech, but just as he started, he suddenly stopped talking.But now his subordinate leaned close to the ear of the envoy, with his face almost close to his, but he didn't know what to say.The head paladin gradually frowned, feeling unhappy in his heart.

Suddenly, the messenger took a step back, his clean and beautiful face was full of disbelief.

"How dare you!?" Accompanied by this roar, the messenger suddenly raised his hand and slapped it.

Before everyone reacted, Leipa had already left clear five-fingerprints on his face.