Age of Heroes, ten consecutive guarantees

Elisee cleared up her confusion, thanked her, and planned to turn around and leave the church.

Unexpectedly, the pastor smiled and said: "Don't worry, Ms. Goethe, I heard that you haven't chosen a mentor yet, right?"

"Yes?" Elise tilted her head in confusion.

"You need guidance when entering hell for the first time. Usually there will be a mentor. Since you don't have a mentor, we also have professionals in the church." The pastor explained.

"Well, there's no need for that. I'll actually find a mentor when I get back..."

"You're welcome. This will save you a lot of trouble. Don't worry, we are professionals." The pastor was very enthusiastic.

Many grassroots pastors are indeed good people, just like the warm-hearted community mothers and uncles.

There are also some pastors who have a bad habit of liking little boys, and they should be sent to Hiroshima to have sex with real little boys.

Annie comforted: "Don't worry, I will be watching from the side."

Elise wanted to escape, but she couldn't.

When she was struggling, the door of the church was pushed open, and a figure stepped in gracefully, walking in the sunshine, as if his whole person was integrated into the light, with white clothes and pure white skin.

Elise looked back and was shocked at this sight.

it's beautiful.

The long golden hair, decent dress, and appearance without any pendants have a pure and clean beauty, like marble sculptures coming to life.

She was wearing the clothes of a clergyman, with almost her whole body covered tightly. This ordinary outfit had a sacred feeling, because her temperament was so unique, like a morning breeze blowing in, Suddenly the air was filled with the smell of sunshine.

The blonde girl spoke with a clear voice: "Hello, Pastor Edward, I'm here to worship."

The priest immediately smiled and was about to salute, but quickly stopped his movements, coughed slightly and said: "This is the new trainee nun in the church, Jeanne... She has also done guidance work. If you don't mind, you might as well let her Come and give it a try?”

"Ah, okay..." Elise replied subconsciously. After she finished speaking, she realized that she was actually blinded by beauty.

She blushed and wanted to refuse.

But Jeanne had already taken the initiative to hold her arm: "Then, please come with me."

"Wait...that, I..."

Before he finished speaking, the figure had already walked into the small room on the side of the church.

Anne did not follow, but waited until the people left and had time to take a few breaths. She pressed her chest and asked the priest cautiously: "Is that the new His Highness?"

The pastor nodded. Anne was also a believer. This matter was actually widely circulated among church believers.

"Holy face..." Anne whispered: "It's really a very suitable title."

"Your Majesty's extraordinary promotion seems to me to be the right choice." Pastor Edward said seriously: "Your Highness is definitely qualified to be called a saint."

Anne smiled helplessly: "Whether the believers agree or not, it's a done deal... But since His Highness is the bloodline of a reincarnated heroic spirit, the doubts from the outside world will only be self-defeating. Why hasn't it been announced now?"

"His Royal Highness wants to study here for one or two years." Edward explained: "His Royal Highness the Saint is not yet old enough to go on a pilgrimage."

"Indeed." Annie looked at the room with the door closed: "It's a good thing to get to know more people of the same age. There aren't as many rules here as in the church."

…

"Please lie down on this chair." Jeanne said softly.

Elise lay down obediently.

Jeanne took out holy water and washed their hands with holy water, her movements and expressions were meticulous.

Elise peeked over and was a little distracted for a moment.

"Does it look good?" The nun suddenly turned around and asked.

"It's really good-looking." After saying this, Elise realized what she was doing and immediately blushed.

"Actually, you're also very good-looking." Jeanne wiped the water stains on her hands and smiled lightly.

"I don't think I'm as good-looking as you." Elise didn't feel too ashamed of herself, she just expressed the fact that the other person's beauty was too flawless and clean.

"Why do we have to compare? The white clouds are beautiful, but aren't the waves beautiful?" Jeanne put a moist and warm towel on Elysee's cheek and wiped her cheek.

"What is this step?" Elise asked after looking away.

"You will look more nervous during the relaxing steps." Jeanne said: "This is not a good thing for guidance. Guidance does not start until you are completely relaxed."

Elise pursed her lips, her nervousness clearly visible.

"Would you like to chat?" Jeanne said, "We still have a lot of time. Even if the guidance fails once, you can come again tomorrow."

"No, no, no, this is too troublesome for you." Elise immediately spoke with shame.

"I'm just a nun, why would I find it troublesome? It's my duty to help people in need." Jeanne laughed again.

But this time, Elise saw some inappropriate sincerity in the other person's smile. She suddenly remembered where she had seen a similar smile... It was when Fleur secretly changed Angelica's cosmetics, deliberately Put the labels of two different perfumes on each other and look forward to the smile when the other person flips over.

With bad intentions...no, more precisely, expecting the other party's reaction when the prank is discovered.

Every time Frey saw Angelica discovering something strange and then confronting her, she looked satisfied instead of angry.

Elisee immediately grabbed the other person's hand.

Jeanne immediately retracted her hand, but she couldn't do it in time.

Elise looked into the middle of the towel and saw a hidden crayon.

Jeanne's eyes dodge: "Well..."

Elysee caught the evidence on the spot and asked, "What did you draw on my face?"

"I haven't started painting yet." Jeanne said with an embarrassed smile.

"not yet?"

"It will be easier for me to paint after you fall asleep." Jeanne no longer had any holy aura on her body, only the panic and embarrassment of a naughty child after being discovered. She probably didn't expect that she would be discovered, so she hurriedly Say, "I'll wipe it clean before you wake up so no one will notice."

"Is this the reason why you use my face as a drawing paper?" Elise felt that the other person was a completely different person, and said angrily: "Miss Sister, do you like to play pranks?"

"I don't like it very much." Jeanne put down the towel and crayons: "It's just to kill time when I'm bored. I have to go to church all day long and listen to people's complaints. It puts a lot of mental pressure on me."

After taking off her nun's hood, she scratched her golden hair.

Only then did Elise notice that the other party hadn't combed her hair at all, and it was all messy... The still fair skin and holy beauty suddenly became embellished with a bit of human sloppiness. If she picks her nose at this time, it will directly ruin XX The signature of a beautiful girl you meet only once in a year.

She wished she could shoot herself to death when she had a heartbeat before.

I was completely deceived by appearances.

This nun’s character is a little too lively and casual!

When Elise was about to speak.

Jeanne said abruptly: "Actually, the chair you made was a torture instrument before, but was later transformed into an easy chair."

Elise's scalp went numb. She was most afraid of this kind of ghost story, and she immediately jumped up from the chair.

"Hahahaha, you really jumped up." Jeanne laughed.

"Don't make such a joke!"

"It's not a joke." Jeanne closed one eye: "It's true... I can hear the scream of the remaining soul on the chair, he is shouting..."

Deliberately using a scary tone, the nun said: "How can this chair pinch someone's butt~~~!"

Elysee stared at Jeanne motionlessly: "Do you think you are very humorous?"

She stood up and said, "I'm too lazy to care about you, I'm leaving!"

"No!" Jeanne immediately tried to persuade her to stay: "The guidance hasn't started yet!"

"And let you draw a turtle on my face?"

"I promise not to draw a turtle!" Jeanne raised her hands and swore to the sky.

"You can't even draw chickens." Elise frowned: "Throw away your crayon."

Jeanne had no choice but to obey, then changed to a chair and patted her: "Lie down."

Elysee was doubtful. She had some doubts about the business ability of this overly lively nun.

This time Jeanne became serious: "Here, this coin..."

She dangled the coins hanging on the rope and tried to use hypnosis: "You are very sleepy now, very sleepy."

Elysee couldn't bear it anymore: "Give me...ZZZ..."

Fall asleep in one second.

Jeanne clapped her hands: "Done."

The next moment, she held the amnesty certificate, and at the same time held Elysee's palm, and closed her eyes: "O omniscient and almighty Holy Lord... It seems to be this name, right? Please give us blessings, with holy anointing and red carpet ...Or is it the Golden Fleece? Forget it, no matter... In short, the road to hell is paved in this way. Here, he will sing your majesty, promote your doctrines, and recite your divine name... Ah Bala Bala Bala, Wai Bi Baba Ali Baba… the prayer is over!”

She opened her eyes, slapped her fingers on the top of Elyse's head, and slapped her soul to the ground.

"Go to hell, you!"