This villain's style is crooked

César put his cheek on Lucha's little hand and raised his head lightly.

The sun fell between his brows and eyes, and he smiled extremely softly:

"My god, only you."

Lucha happily pinched César's face and fed him a piece of beef.

Just like the owner who was amused by the dog, he took his own food as a reward and fed it to the dog.

César ate it satiatedally, and didn't get up.

Instead, he knelt beside Lu Cha's legs and served her meals.

César didn't stand up until the deer tea was finished, and carried the girl into the bed in the hall to rest.

"I'm here to watch over you."

Lu Cha hummed, adjusted a comfortable posture, and closed his eyes.

César sat on the low stool beside the bed, staring at the deer tea quietly, without doing anything.

He didn't know when it started, but he didn't want to see the pained look on Miss An's face again.

Especially, the pain he caused.

In Cesare's blue pupils, there was a lingering affection like spring rain.

He stretched out his hand cautiously, along Lu Cha's round and pink nails, and gently rubbed it to her white wrist, his gaze gradually became obsessed. m.

Like believers with delusions in their hearts, while the gods are sleeping, they boldly presume to climb up to the warmth they have always longed for.

Suddenly César's hand was grabbed.

boom--!

He was pulled onto the bed by Lucha and lay beside her.

Deer tea took advantage of the situation and pillowed it on César's chest: "Sleep together."

"Don't move any more."

Otherwise I will kill you!

César froze his body, breathed lightly, and let Lucha use him as a pillow.

But his fingertips secretly wrapped around the girl's loose strands of hair, and he held them tightly in his hands.

The soft and delicate touch made César grow greedy in his heart.

I really want to hold Miss An forever like this.

Even death.

[Ding—the villain's favorability value +10, blackening value -5. 】

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At the same time, in the main hall of the temple.

The pope counted dozens of gold coin cards in his arms, grinning from ear to ear.

The saint actually fulfilled the condition she agreed to!

Prince Ke Lun felt embarrassed because he left in the middle of the ceremony and did not go through all the procedures, so he gave the temple a large amount of compensation.

Ferry also donated more gold coins than before.

When Ferry returns from the South District, he will be able to get all of Rhodes' property.

While the Pope was enjoying the joy of counting money, the door was suddenly pushed open.

He immediately put away the gold coin card, and looked displeasedly at "Argus" who came in:

"Get out!"

"Who gave you the courage to break into the main hall?!"

The God of Light didn't care about the Pope's attitude, and went straight to the high platform: "You sit in my place, can't you recognize who I am?"

"I am the God of Light."

"I think you have been stimulated to go crazy! You are talking nonsense here!" The Pope impatiently wanted to chant magic and drive people out.

The sacred golden light suddenly lit up in the hall.

The scepter that had been thrown aside by the Pope flew into the hands of the God of Light.

When he saw the crystal ball inlaid on the scepter emitting bursts of light, the Pope was stunned.

After the God of Light fell asleep, the scepter became an ornament.

No one can use it except the God of Light.

Why can Argus use the scepter? !

The God of Light waved his scepter and forcibly pulled the Pope off his chair.

Immediately, he sat on a chair and briefly explained:

"Argus is my clone, but he has never recovered his memory."

The pope knelt down in fear: "The third pope of the temple, see the crown of the God of Light."

"It's just you and me here, you can do whatever you want."

The God of Light said tolerance and kindness, but he didn't mean to make the pope stand up.

Looking around at the surrounding decoration, the God of Light revealed a little dissatisfaction:

"The main hall is so empty, why don't you order people to build more statues of my gods?"

The pope replied with a guilty conscience: "I asked craftsmen to do it a long time ago, but the results were not satisfactory. I didn't fully experience your majesty, so I kept asking them to do it again."

In fact, the pope used the main hall as his residence and didn't want to place other people's statues.

The God of Light narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking of the black-haired girl who said that the temple made money:

"Bring the account books of the temple for a hundred years."

The pope swallowed nervously, but he didn't dare to disobey the order of the God of Light, so he could only let the believers take it.

Not long after, account books were brought in, occupying almost half of the space in the main hall.

The God of Light randomly picked up an account book and looked through it.

For a moment.

The ledger fell heavily to the ground.

The Pope couldn't help shivering.

"Does it cost [-] million gold coins to replace the chairs in the temple?!"

Hearing the question from the God of Light, the Pope hesitated and couldn't speak.

Seeing the Pope wiping his sweat in fear, the God of Light also understood that most of these gold coins were stolen by the other party.

He snorted coldly: "I came in just now, and you still have a lot of gold coin cards, right?"

"It's all donations in the past few days..."

"Hand it over, and I will re-select someone to manage the money of the temple." The tone of the God of Light is undeniable:

"This time I forgive your mistake."

"If you dare to embezzle donations again, I will change to a new Pope."

"Thank you for your kindness." The pope handed over all the gold coin cards with gratitude on his face, but complained in his heart.

The God of Light has been asleep for a hundred years, and the Pope is taking care of everything big and small in the temple.

How do you support so many believers without wantonly collecting money?

What's more, the decoration of the temple is extravagant and luxurious, not because of the rules set by the God of Light before, everything must be the best.

How to lay gold bricks without money?Make idols?

It's fine to be the shopkeeper, but now that he wakes up, he will take away his financial power.

But the pope dared not say a single word of these words.

"How many bright magicians are there in the mainland?"

The Pope quickly calmed down and said respectfully: "Your Majesty, if you don't count affinity, there are probably more than 50 people."

"Since you fell asleep, few people in the mainland have awakened to light magic."

The God of Light pondered for a moment: "Use the fastest speed to summon them all to the temple."

"It is absolutely not allowed to disclose this information to the outside world, especially An Lucha."

"Dark God, stay with her."

The Pope was stunned: "Dark God?"

"The personal butler next to An Lucha, César, is the God of Darkness." The God of Light glanced at him:

"As the pope, haven't you found out for so long?"

The Pope lowered his head in embarrassment, a gleam flashed in his eyes.

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late at night.

The moon is as cool as water.

After making sure that no one was following him, the Pope quietly came to the Palace of the Virgin.

Lucha asked César to go down to rest, and looked sleepily at the Pope standing in the middle of the main hall:

"The Pope came so late because of the God of Light."

The God of Light has just woken up and is weak, so he will definitely go to the Pope to confess his identity.

Unexpectedly, Lu Cha would guess right, and the pope became more determined: "I want to negotiate another deal with the saint."

"You help me get back the financial power of the temple, and I will help you escape."

He told Lu Cha about the plan of the God of Light without any guilt.

The temple has long since changed.

The people in the temple now choose to be believers of the God of Light because of money.

including him.

But the God of Light has not only violated his interests, but it is also impossible to reuse him.

He has also seen the means of the saintess with his own eyes, and it is easy to plot against him.

Wealth and wealth are in danger, since neither side can afford to offend, why doesn't he choose the rich side?

Most importantly, the power of the God of Light has not yet returned to its peak.

He felt that the saint was sure to deal with the God of Light.

Regarding the pope's little thought, Lu Cha could probably guess, and took out the letter he had prepared long ago:

"You don't need to run away, you can do a few things for me."

"These three letters, one to Duke Ferry, one to Narissa, and one to Prince Curran."

"After it's done, you can not only get back your financial power, but you can also make a bigger fortune."

Lu Cha's voice suddenly became much lower, and he whispered a few words to the Pope.

The Pope's expression changed from shock to hesitation, and finally, he gritted his teeth and agreed.

Before leaving, he couldn't hold back the curiosity in his heart, and asked, "Is César really the God of Darkness?"

Lu Cha smiled: "Is this important?"

The pope didn't say much more knowingly.

Anyway, he has enough money to get it.

Seeing the figure of the Pope leaving, Lu Cha stood up and stretched, with a strange color in his eyes.

Like the excitement before the prank begins.

This time, she wants to clear the little villain's blackening value in one go!