I Really Like That Guy!

The selection on the first day was not the highlight. For Mercer, the real test was yet to come.

The selected paladins need to go to the temple the next day to receive baptism with holy water and the bishop's blessing, so that they can truly join the Holy See and become faithful believers of the great God of Light.

They rested overnight at the residence arranged by the Holy See. Early the next morning, the group was called up and walked to the main church hall in the dim morning light.

The Pope did not appear, and an archbishop led them to baptism and blessing.

Baptism is to wash the face and hands with holy water in the church. There is a holy pool in front of the statue of light. The water in the pool is rippling with golden waves, which is a symbol of abundant light.

Mercer is a black magician, also known as a dark wizard, and the power of light is a weapon against him.

Taking the initiative to wash your face and hands with holy water containing the power of light is tantamount to suicide for a dark wizard. Just a little bit of holy water can bring him burning pain.

Still, when the nun came to him with the water basin, Mercer went up to him.

He folded his hands and held up the golden holy water, and splashed it on his cheeks. The clear water flowed down his brow bone, wet his long eyelashes, and fell down along the tip of his nose with a "click", causing a circle of ripples. .

The nun stared at him, unable to move her eyes.

Until the man raised his head, raised his eyebrows and smiled at her, the young nun suddenly woke up, looked away in a panic, and hurriedly left with the basin in hand.

She didn't realize that the handsome blond man just washed briefly, and his face turned pale after washing.

Not even the nun noticed this little detail, let alone anyone else.

Holy water baptism represents the cleansing of the body, and the unclean will react.

Sure enough, just as Mochel was wiping away the water stains, not far away, a tried knight fell to his knees with a cry of pain. The Archbishop was not surprised, so he was pulled out and expelled from the Holy See.

After the baptism is completed, it is blessed by the archbishop.

This is the biggest test. The pain of the holy water can be endured, but the archbishop is a bright mage, and it is difficult to ensure that he will not see through the identity of Mochel.

Now we can only hope that the archbishop has not yet reached the realm of the saint.

Mercer is a magician, and his disguise magic can only be seen through by the magic saint and the magic god.

The archbishop raised the light scepter inlaid with the magic stone in his hand, and performed a great light spell on the crowd, purifying the filth and raising the spirit, followed by a large-scale blessing, a golden halo shot from the mouth of the scepter to the Everyone's body, if there is no accident, the blessing will be successful.

When the golden light reached him, Mercer's body swayed indistinctly, but fortunately no one noticed.

Mercer also sensed that the strength of the archbishop is that of a magister. This is also the result of his prediction. There is more than one archbishop in the Holy See, and it is impossible for the saints to flood like this.

After everything was announced, the newly joined knights were taken away, and the older generation of paladins led them to familiarize themselves with their duties and living environment.

It was the Emond who fought against him yesterday who led Mercer. Emond is a standard knight, upright, loyal and brave, but during the communication, Mercer was keenly aware that his belief in the God of Light was not strong. , on the contrary, he is more loyal to the saintess he wants to protect.

For the relationship between this Paladin and His Highness the Holy Maiden, Mercer had no deep interest. He pretended to be curious and asked Edmond: "Do you know Stewart? I heard that he is very strong."

The guy who is said to be able to summon angels many times and is known as the strongest god's favor.

Edmond nodded: "Of course, Stewart is famous in the temple."

"Oh?" Mercer was calm on the surface, but he was the only one who knew the anxiety in his heart, "I want to have a test with him."

Edmond's expression was a little subtle, he shook his head and smiled: "I'm afraid you will disappoint Adams, Stuart is not currently in the temple, he followed the patrol to Titan City to expel the monsters, where he found an evil Necromancer, it will take a while to come back." After a pause, he added, "Of course, even if he comes back, you will not be able to compete."

"why?"

"Because Stewart is the Son, he's not a knight."

From Edmond, Mercer learned a little bit about Stewart.

Stuart is also a native of Bright City. His parents died when he was a child, and he was a helpless orphan. As a child, Stuart barely survived on the relief bread distributed by the Holy See every week. When he was a little older, he wandered the streets and was kidnapped. , did not know how many bad things.

Such a young man should be the most annoying kind of person.

One day Stewart stole a purse from a noble man on the street, the man grabbed him, tied his hands and hung it from a tree outside the city. It was a cold winter, and if he hung outside for a night, Stuart would die if he didn't die.

Someone heard about it, but no one came to save him.

Without relatives and no reason, why go to help that little gangster and offend the noble son?

No one expected that the angel came that night and saved Stuart.

After one night, Stewart completely changed his appearance. He changed his bad habits and became a devout believer of the light. Maybe it was a gift from the gods, or maybe he was blessed by angels too many times. He has a rare light physique, He was able to successfully join the Holy See and become the current son of Stuart.

After hearing all this, Mercer twitched the corners of his mouth, "How lucky."

Stewart's experience made him think of himself.

How similar they are, yet their life trajectories are completely different.

One goes to the light, the other goes to the dark.

Mercer smiled slightly. He can fully understand what Stewart is doing, that guy, is probably chasing that light? If you want to get closer to her, joining the Holy See is the most convenient and quickest way.

But he wants more than just getting close.

"I heard that Stewart can summon angels multiple times? Is that true?"

Emond looked hesitant, but seeing Adams' eyes full of curiosity, he lowered his voice and said: "The rumors are exaggerated, but I heard from the Holy Lady that Stuart can communicate with angels through prayer. In critical moments, angels will come to the lower realm, right Stewart came to the rescue."

The smile on Mochel's lips deepened, and he said gratefully: "Thank you, Edmond, if it weren't for you, I'd be stunned to fight with Lord Saint Son."

Edmond waved his hand, thought of something, and warned, "Don't provoke him if you're okay, Stuart has a bad temper."

Mercer smiles and has a bad temper, which means stupidity.

The day was quickly over, and the Holy See had arranged a residence for the Paladins, similar to some academy dormitories, where two people lived in one room.

Mercer and Karl were assigned together. I wonder if his previous status was too low, so that once he changed his status, he became extremely conceited.

After the two moved in, the first thing Karl said to Mercer was: "You don't have angel feathers at all, do you?"

Mercer's face was pale, and he was almost unable to maintain his superficial disguise. The holy water and blessings in the morning still caused him a lot of damage. Now he urgently needs a rest.

Carl didn't notice this, and said arrogantly: "Mr. Adams, your lies have deceived everyone, but not me. You are not favored by God at all. Angels only help people in danger, like you. The libertine, the holy angels don't care at all."

Mercer: "Shut up."

The man's blue eyes were extremely gloomy, and the ink was surging in them, and his platinum-blond hair gradually became dull, and the pitch black climbed up to the end of the hair. Son of Adams, turned into a cold and gloomy Mercer.

Carl suddenly widened his eyes and opened his mouth to exclaim, "You!"

The next moment, the sound stopped abruptly after a snap of fingers.

Mercer lazily retracted his hand, his fingers were pale and bloodless, and a tiny black light lingered on the slender fingertips.

Karl stood there, motionless, his eyes straight, his whole body stiff.

"Karl, give me your angel feathers."

Mercer was too lazy to deal with this stupid man, and he didn't even want to pretend to be in the face of Carl.

The knuckles rubbed gently, and after the crisp sound, Carl, like a puppet, obediently took out the feathers that he treasured in the innermost part of his clothes.

The snow-white feathers flickered with a slight aura, dreamy and beautiful.

Mochel couldn't help reaching out and stroking the white feather, but as soon as his fingers touched it, the white light from the feather was like a transparent bubble, and it shattered in an instant.

When the light disappeared, most of the dream-like attraction disappeared.

Mochel's dark eyes dimmed, he clenched the feather in his palm, and a dark light flashed in his eyes.

"Carl, go to sleep, sleep and wake up, and you will forget everything about tonight."

Kalmu walked to his bed in a daze, went to bed unconsciously, and quickly fell asleep.

The next day, Karl woke up, he was still the same Carl, but when facing Mercer, he somehow wanted to surrender to him. He was afraid of Mercer, and obeyed his words. He knew that his feathers were missing. , but didn't want to look for it at all.

This is a kind of black magic. When a person is given a master-slave contract, the servant will always obey the master's orders without any disobedience.

Time passed, and half a month passed in the blink of an eye.

Mercer had already adapted to the life of a knight in the Holy See. His duties were very simple, guarding the Holy See and patrolling the City of Light to maintain the cleanliness and peace in the city.

During this time, he did not do anything.

All the angel feathers in the hands of those five people were in his hands and became his property.

There is also his strength. I don't know if it is because he lives under the power of light all day and is under too much pressure. He actually crossed the bottleneck and advanced from the magister to the level of the magician, which is only one step away from becoming a god.

On this day, he learned a piece of news that the son Stuart, who was out, was about to return.