I'm also trying to survive today [Western Fantasy]

The Pope looked at the crystal ball without a word, and felt that the friendship with Blake over the years had been fed to the dog.

Poke an angel's face?what do you think?

If he really poked him, he might not be directly hacked to death by the goddess' divine punishment.

"What are you afraid of? Apart from being an angel, he is also your son. When I poke my son's face... No, I remember you poked Ulysses a lot when he was young, right?"

Feeling the angel's gaze slowly coming over, the Pope: ... I think you old bastard wants me to die.

"I'm serious." Blake said seriously: "Since the angel of power is not coming but reincarnating, maybe he is still Ulysses?"

The pope's face changed suddenly. Of course he understood what Blake meant, and he might even have such thoughts in his heart.

His son, Ulysses, may look like a pervert, but also likes men, and is being played around by his lover...Thinking about it, I suddenly feel that it would be nice to have another son..._(:з」∠)_

Cough cough, no kidding, the pope has always been relatively laissez-faire with Ulysses, not to say that he doesn't love Ulysses, but that he doesn't know how to get along with children at all.

At the beginning, he and the eldest princess separated because of a misunderstanding. When the child arrived, he was still immersed in grief.

By the time he had dealt with everything and planned to take his son to him to raise him, that beautiful child had already turned into that indifferent and cynical look.

At this time, he, as a father, was negligent. He had worked very hard to improve the relationship with Ulysses, but the final result was not satisfactory.

As a father, he could only watch Ulysses secretly behind his back, wipe his ass as much as possible, even when he slept with the Dragon Guard of the Inquisition, he pinched his nose and helped him deal with the aftermath.

If it weren't for him as a father, with Ulysses' unscrupulous character, they would have been exposed long ago.

……

So it is better to throw this child away...

No, no, he couldn't think that way, he was Ulysses' father, even if that kid deserved a beating, he was still Ulysses, not a cold-blooded and indifferent angel.

The Pope took a deep breath, turned around abruptly, and looked at the angel Quan staring at him expressionlessly. He had the same appearance as his son, lacking a bit of evil spirit and wantonness. The angel in front of him was more like an empty puppet without human emotions. .

"Ulysses..." the pope whispered his name.

Angel Quan cast his eyes on him indifferently. This robot-like angel seemed to only respond to this name.

The pope felt sour, he would rather listen to that idle voice calling him old man, rather than see him without emotion.

"Your Excellency Ulysses, forgive me for offending me." The only remaining hope in the pope's heart prompted him to boldly make a move that no one had expected.

He actually stretched out his black hand to the angel's cheek as Blake said——

Then, then there was no more, a tangled expression suddenly appeared on Angel Quan's face.

On the one hand, he really wanted to avoid the Pope's black hands, but on the other hand, he felt that the other party was no threat to him. As the goddess' representative in the mortal world, he still respected the Pope, and the other party's actions would only have a strong impact on him. The small contact did not touch his bottom line, so he should ignore it.

The two completely different emotions caused slight changes in the angel's indifferent face. He didn't understand, but there was a wave of waves in his eyes. He was just looking at the Pope with silent eyes, but he felt inexplicably that the other party seemed to say: You So annoying.

The pope was suddenly inexplicably surprised. Angel Quan's performance was very inconspicuous. He only appeared for a moment and then disappeared, but the pope was still greatly encouraged.

His son didn't die, didn't disappear, maybe he just couldn't bear the angel's awakening and temporarily fell asleep somewhere in his body, maybe there was some way to make him regain consciousness.

"Ulysses..." The pope's tone was a little choked up. Although he quickly covered it up, he still saw a trace of emotion from the seriousness of the angel of power.

Was it his little Ulysses?is he still there?Seeing the old father so sad, would he also be touched?

The Pope was very excited. He quickly asked someone to send a man tied up in front of Angel Quan, and then watched him closely. Then he was shocked to find that Angel Quan stood up from the throne with a blank expression on his face, waving Cut off the shackles on the man, then hugged the man in his arms and sat back down again.

Pope: ...so whoever has a lover and forgets his father's bastard son will take it away!

The Pope quickly hung up the communication, and Blake and Julian looked at each other, both a little embarrassed.

Poor Pope, who has less place in his son's heart than his male lover, is miserable enough.

Blake didn't know what to think of, couldn't help but look at Julian again, and suddenly asked, "Is the magic of love so powerful?"

Julian didn't know that Blake would ask such a question, and thought for a while: "I don't know, unless this kind of thing happens to me, I can't be sure. But I think it will be very happy to live with a lover by my side, otherwise I will always be alone A single person is too pitiful."

Boo Thousand Years of Single Dog Lake:  …

I think you're targeting me, and I have proof.

Blake raised his finger silently and pointed to the second floor: go find your little lover, I don't want to see you now.

Julian left in a daze and went up to the second floor.

Just now Will gestured to him with his own room number, and he knocked on the door directly.

"Come on! You are so slow." Will saw Julian, and couldn't help laughing. "Rosell is here too."

He and Roselle already knew each other, and they had a good relationship before, and the experience in the extremely cold place made the two of them become best friends.

Julian originally wanted to find out where the people from the Church of the Holy Light lived, but he couldn't leave immediately after hearing the news, so he went in and planned to say hello to Roselle as well.

"Hi, long time no see." Russell was sitting on the chair in the living room, holding a book in his hand. The book cover seemed to be made of some kind of monster's skin. It was uneven, and some bloody lines could be seen faintly.

"Long time no..." Julian was about to raise his hand to say hello, but somehow felt a bit out of harmony.

"En? What's the matter? Could it be that you don't know me after more than a month?" Roselle smiled gently, and put the book in his hand on the tea table beside him.

The more Julian looked at it, the more he felt that something was wrong. The Roselle he knew was a person with a lively personality, which was quite different from the gentle and calm person in front of him.

Suddenly, Julian remembered that when he and Roselle met for the first time, he pretended to be his brother to tease Will, so this person in front of him...

"Taylor?" Julian asked tentatively.

"Hahaha! I told you that you can't hide it from Julian!" The people in the bedroom were suddenly pushed away, and a man who looked exactly like the person on the sofa came out.

Will sat on the sofa angrily: "It's unscientific, you two look exactly the same, I've been cheated so many times, how did Julian recognize it at a glance?"

Taylor pursed his lips and smiled without saying a word, the corners of Julian's mouth twitched, only Roselle complained relentlessly, "Because you're stupid!"

Will punched it, and the two of them fought in a ball.

Taylor smiled and said to Julian: "Thank you very much for taking care of your younger brother in the extremely cold place. He has a more lively personality, but he just refuses to use his brain. It is thanks to you and Will that he can come out so quickly."

"You're too polite." Julian smiled and shook his head: "It's not that Roselle refuses to use his brain, he just thinks that with a 'brain', he can put more energy into action. I guess , when the two of you are together, you must make the decision, right?"

Taylor nodded helplessly. It was obvious that Roselle was not stupid at all, but his habit of not using his brain was really too bad.

It's fine if the person he trusts is more reliable, but if he trusts the wrong person, it will almost [-]% fall into the pit.For this, he scolded Roselle so many times, but he just refused to mend his ways, which made him so mad.

Julian offered some reassurance to Taylor, who quickly turned the conversation elsewhere.My own brother, how can he throw it away, let's teach him.

Neither Taylor nor Julian is a particularly shy person, and even without Will's introduction, they quickly got to know each other.

After chatting for a while, Julian learned that Taylor was almost the first group of people to come here, so he immediately asked him about the allocation of bedrooms, and he successfully got the position of the Church of the Holy Light.

This villa looks small from the outside, and the space inside has been expanded, comparable to a small town. The Holy Light Church prays every morning, so it is arranged near the balcony on the second floor.

Julian bid farewell to Will and the others, and made an appointment to chat after dinner, and then came to the balcony on the second floor.

The area of ​​the balcony is not large, about 150 pings. There are many flowers blooming on the railings on the edge, and some tables and chairs are dotted in other places. Some people have come here before. About seven or eight people are scattered everywhere. People are in a daze.

Julian saw the tall figure standing with his back against the railing at a glance, and walked over.

"Long time no see." He said with a smile.

Owen turned his head, and the corners of his mouth curled up uncontrollably: "It's been a long time, let me do the math, maybe... ten days?"

"Ten days has been a long time, okay?" Julian rolled his eyes at him while no one else was paying attention, and then gave him a warm hug.

Owen held him tightly in his arms, smelled the smell of his hair, and said softly: "Yes, after careful calculation, we have not seen each other for 30 years."

Julian enjoyed Owen's generous embrace for a while, but because there were other people around, he had to reluctantly leave.

Hugging is the enthusiasm between close friends, but after a long time, it becomes adultery.He didn't want to expose his relationship with Owen in front of so many people—especially the archbishop of the Inquisition.

Owen, who has always been extremely enthusiastic, also showed restraint, not revealing his inner excitement.

Some people around also noticed the existence of the two of them, but no one paid too much attention. The people who can come here are the elites of the major churches, and they will never do anything rude.

Owen Diary:

Hmm...Julian's hair smells so good, think about Japan,

Julian's waist is really thin, miss the day.

Julian's...

No no, I can't go on anymore, or my image will be finished.

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感谢在2020-06-0314:57:43~2020-06-0419:38:59期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: Wuyouzi and his daughter-in-law 2; Yinyeao 1;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 5 bottles of icebear;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!