Quickly Pierce the Peace of Mind To Be a Passerby

Facing the Pope's benevolent gaze, Liu Weiwei gently raised the hem of her skirt with her hand, knelt down on one knee, folded her hands in front of her body, and lowered her head slightly in a perfect arc.

The pope put one end of the scepter on Liu Weiwei's shoulder and began to declare.

Whether it is the Western world or the Eastern world, there is one thing in common, that is, all the leaders' speeches are long and full of official words.

The only difference is that a good speaker brings the emotions of the listener into it rather than boring it, and the Pope is clearly a great speaker.

Liu Weiwei listened to the Pope praising the God of Darkness, and took the opportunity to preach the teachings to the masses. No matter what he thought in his heart, his expression was tense, always respectful and pious.

After the long speech was over, the scepter on his shoulder was removed. The pope took the black robe prepared in advance from the waiter at the side, and gently shook it away in front of the congregation. The pattern embroidered with silver thread on the black robe was faintly visible.

Liu Weiwei had done his homework on this point.

The pattern on the pope's black robe is dark gold, while the pattern on the black robe of the Son and Saint is silver, and the rest are not worthy of color.

Want a pattern?

Okay!

Black thread can be embroidered casually!

Want other colors, no!

Feeling the robe draped over her shoulders, Liu Weiwei raised her head so that the Pope could tie a knot on her.

After the knot was tied, the pope said, "From now on, you are the saint of the dark church."

"Yes." Liu Weiwei responded with a respectful salute.

The Holy Maiden has a high status in the Dark Holy See, but she is the only one who only has status but no real power.

Occasionally go out to spread the teachings, recruit some believers, and serve the dark god (statue) most of the time.

Liu Weiwei's definition of a saint is a beautiful vase.

Liu Weiwei is quite satisfied with this setting, it is the easiest thing to have no rights.

After the ceremony, the sun completely disappeared into the sky. Liu Weiwei returned to her room. The moment the door was closed, the bones of her body seemed to be pulled away at once. Liu Weiwei's steps fluttered and she fell on the soft on the big bed, "I'm exhausted!"

With two bangs, the door was knocked.

"Your Highness, may I come in?"

It was Ariela's voice.

Liu Weiwei bounced off the bed almost reflexively, stretched out her hand to brush her hair, smoothed the wrinkles on her clothes, straightened her back, with a smile on her face, "Please come in."

The door opened.

Airuila's gaze swept across the red mark on Liu Weiwei's face that had not yet disappeared, she smiled faintly, and her tone softened, "Your Highness is doing very well today."

"Thanks to the teacher's teaching." Liu Weiwei smiled politely.

Ariela smiled and said softly: "Your Highness is also working hard. I came here to inform His Highness that the teaching time of etiquette will be shortened to two hours a day from tomorrow, and the rest of the time is for His Highness to go to the prayer room to serve the Dark God. .”

"Then... what about the afternoon?" Liu Weiwei asked expectantly.

"The class in the afternoon will remain the same." Of course Ariela knew what Liu Weiwei was thinking. The saint of the Dark Holy See must not be an illiterate!

"Oh." Liu Weiwei replied disappointedly.

"Your Highness must be very tired. Airuila is leaving. Your Highness should rest early."

"Teacher, go slowly." Liu Weiwei nodded and said goodbye to Ariela.

The door was closed again, Liu Weiwei fell back on the bed, looked at the crystal lamp on the ceiling loudly, and murmured: "Serve the God of Darkness."

It's the last day of this month, I want a ticket, (ω)