The bishop was surprised by the strong possessiveness of God the Father. Is this kind of favour too heavy for a mortal? But he never dared to express this idea, and left after saying good night warmly.
Alastor didn't take this matter to heart. Without the bishop's instructions, the brain-dead fan will be grateful and tomorrow he will be holding the statue of the God of Light, kneeling and licking the insteps, thinking about it.
He rolled over with the pillow for a while, and when he slept, he stumbled and thought: 'How come the marble floor is hot today? Like burning a dragon.'
The vice bishop was reclaimed the power of light by the God of Light, which is undoubtedly bad news for the Zakya Empire.
Their temple has become the weakest temple. When the dark war broke out, the two priests of light could not hold up a huge barrier to prevent soldiers from being eroded by demonic energy. In this way, the Zarka Empire must ask other countries for help.
"Paying for countless treasures and wealth is second, and I am afraid that other countries will unite and divide up the country, making the Zarka Empire from a first-class power to the lowest-ranking vassal state."
The king could not accept such a result, he was sitting opposite the bishop with a sad face.
"You don't have to worry at all, Yeshua enough to support the entire empire. He will become the most powerful priest of light in the past thousand years." After being punished twice by the Lord God, the bishop no longer doubted Yeshua's specialness.
The king raised his eyebrows and asked, "Why are you so sure? As far as I know, his aptitude is average and his strength is not outstanding."
After thinking for a moment, the bishop said, "I can only tell you that he is very favoured by the Father. His hair, his eyes..."
The hint was enough. The king remembered the legend with a surprised expression on his face. After a moment of silence, he nodded and said,
"Okay, I hope everything is as you predicted. But to be on the safe side, I will immediately send an army to search for the owner of the Children of the Force of Light, it is too late to be tested at the age of three, I want to change the age to one year, and then take the test every year until the age of 18, so that I will not miss any potential children."
The bishop nodded, "Your idea is very good, I agree very much, the empire needs more priests of light."
The two reached a consensus, and then began to discuss the second prince's travels. The vice bishop was expelled, and the candidate who could accompany the second prince could only be chosen from the bishop and Yeshua.
The bishop is very old, and travelling is a chore for him. Yeshua was young and strong, and he was looked after by the God of Light, so it was time for him to exercise.
Thinking like this, he said, "Let Yeshua accompany the second prince."
"What did you say?" The king only saw the bishop's mouth moving, but did not hear any sound.
The bishop realised that it was God the Father's silencing technique at work. He could understand that he couldn't speak about the appearance of God the Father,
'but why wasn't he allowed to speak such ordinary words? Wasn't God the Father happy to let Yeshua leave the temple?'
While guessing, he said it again, but he still couldn't make a sound. He sighed helplessly, "Then let me accompany the second prince to travel."
The king also prefers a powerful bishop. Old age is not a problem, anyway, there is a carriage. He nodded and happily accepted the proposal.
Even If the king led Alastor to go with the prince, Alastor will make sure to kill the second prince in a most cruel way possible. Unknowingly the king and the bishop avoid the disaster.
At the same time, Alastor finished his training in the trial pool, put on his robe, and walked quietly to the outer hall.
He looked around and made sure that there were no outsiders here, so he locked the temple door from the inside, walked to the statue of God Father with his heart beating wildly in his arms, hugged his legs, and buried his red and hot face in the on his lap.
"Father, my mind is so confused, I don't want to do anything, I just want to lean against your feet and feel your body temperature quietly. I know it's wrong to do this, but only this time? I'll be religious next time.
kneeling at your feet in obedience and praying. You punished Colin for his evil deeds that tarnished the sacred profession of the priest of light. But can I see it as your love and care for me?"
He smiled, rubbing his cheek against the statue's knee.
The hot, delicate, and soft touch was transmitted to the body through spiritual thoughts, and the God of Light stared at his knees, showing a trance-like expression.
It felt so wonderful, it was countless times more wonderful than he had imagined before, and he had to think more greedily: what would happen if a real person snuggled at his feet?
'I must pick him up and put him on his lap, press him into his broad chest, and never let him return to the mortal world again.
But not yet, he is so timid and fragile, sensitive and inferior, I am afraid he will be frightened by himself.
And he was so eager for light, what kind of expression would he show when he found the other side of God the Father?
surprise? despair? Or even hate hatred?'
The heart stabbed sharply, and the God of Light frowned, not daring to think about it any more.
When he got rid of his depression and looked again, the little believer had already fallen asleep on the knee of the statue, with a sweet smile on the corner of his mouth.