About the Matter That I Joined the Evil Organization

A gentle, mature voice was coming from the white knight, probably through the internal communicator.

The voice has a very stable feeling. Listening to such a voice, the image of a mature man in his 30s will unconsciously emerge.

Miller's cheeks blushed.

It sounded like she was blaming her for being alone in such a place with such a young child.

Miller nodded slightly, wanting to ask the other party's identity, but the sting from the twisted foot made her grin.

"Why are you so careless?"

Seemingly noticing that her ankle was sprained, the white knight's scolding sound became a little harsh.

But that voice made Miller's little blush even more intense.

Gentle fluctuations came through the white gem in the palm of the white knight, and a strange tingling sensation spread in the sprained area.

It didn't take long before I couldn't feel the slightest tingling pain.

"Thank you."

Miller blushed and thanked, looked at the white knight, and blurted out the words just brewing.

"Please, please tell me your contact information..."

Peeping eyes appeared again, probably attracted by the excited shout of courage.

Looking at the white knight and girl on the open-air pavilion, it seems to be the same combination of knight and princess that only appear in knight novels.

That white knight is strong.

First of all, the wings behind him are not decorations, and no one could catch his moving speed just now with the naked eye.

Although the sacred flames emitted disappeared, but the sense of oppression did not disappear at all.

The too glorious image attracted the nearby church members and members of the knight order to worship him from a distance.

Angel?

Thinking of the feathers of light that drifted away when he appeared on the stage just now, and the three pairs of wings of light behind him.

They, who had never seen an angel descend, added the church and knights who worshiped the white knight, and they came to the conclusion that the angel really descended.

However it has nothing to do with these.

After Miller mustered up the courage that probably took him a lifetime to make such a request to the other party with a blushing face, he shyly wanted to find a hole to bury himself.

Please tell me your contact information...

Ahhh!

Miller's face was getting redder and redder, and the white knight raised his finger as if to scratch his face.

Obviously, he was worried about being confessed by such a young girl.

"Yes, sorry!"

For Miller, who was blushing, his brain had given up thinking at this time, and according to his instinct, the first action he took was to run away.

The crispness of turning around surprised even the white knight.

As the small figure disappeared on the open-air pavilion, he who also felt the sight of his surroundings had no choice but to drag the trail of light away again.

……

After the figure like an archangel left.

People cheered for the arrival of the angels, and the evil camp was also thinking about countermeasures. The Black Hand Cult itself also hoarded a large number of cursed artifacts in order to fight against the angels.

However, the purpose of the descending angel is completely unknown. Is it related to the murder of the saint?

Could it be because of the death of the saint that the wrath of the heavens was finally aroused?

Experts, scholars, and religious scientists on the inside began to promote it on the media channels on the inside, especially not agreeing with explanations beyond their own opinions.

……

Zimo Miller, a girl who is about to enter the blooming season, fell in love with the white knight at first sight.

She woke up the little one who was sleeping soundly, and said that the feeling she couldn't calm down at the moment was a feeling called first love.

"Huh? The white knight? That's Brother Al—"

"Ah?"

Seems like something 'ping-pong' broke.

Chapter 298 No. 2, in action

Chapter 298 No. 2, in action

"Welcome back, Mr. Two."

"Wow, Brother Al, have you found any clues?"

"Yes, I'm sorry, senior, I'm completely useless."

When they dragged their exhausted bodies back to the hotel, Lin, Miller and the younger generation stood at the door to welcome them.