I upgrade points in the Holy Inquisition

Chapter 451 450. In fact, you are also a saint, right?

Since the matter involved the mysterious and dangerous Supreme Being, little Olga put away her undue curiosity. She had no doubts about Lloyd's progress speed, and just gave another blessing:

"My friend, I hope your future road will be so smooth."

"Thank you, I'll be careful."

Lloyd nodded.

He still remembered what the other party once told him about the tragedies of those super geniuses who shone brighter than him but died midway...

If you work so hard and always play steadily and never take risks recklessly, then you shouldn't encounter this kind of thing, right?

At this time, a furry little head suddenly appeared in Lloyd's pocket. He saw little Olga in front of him again, and stretched out his little paw to say hello.

"It's so cute and so sensible!"

Little Olga suddenly laughed, then like magic, she took out a cat strip and handed it to the little cat's mouth.

When Lloyd saw this, he was stunned and felt a little strange.

Little Olga quickly explained:

"Ever since I saw your kittens so smart last time, I was very envious, so I tried to raise a few at home, but I don't know if it's a breed problem. Although they are cute, they are not very smart..."

After that, he took Lloyd to visit his home and led him to a large cat paradise——

There is a small banquet hall here, which is filled with all kinds of toys and cat climbing frames that cats like. There are about a dozen of them.

There are various breeds and coat colors. They look quite beautiful, but they are not very polite. When they saw Lloyd, a stranger, coming in, they either hunched their backs and growled, or hid in the corner to observe secretly, but did not take the initiative to come over. Greeting guests.

Tsk tsk, it seems that little Olga’s cat training skills are not very good?

Lloyd smiled, took the little milk cat out of his pocket, put it on the ground, and motioned for it to make some new friends.

"Uh...it's still so young, aren't you worried that it will be bullied?"

Little Olga asked worriedly.

The dozens of cats he raised are much stronger than the little milk cats that are only as big as a palm.

"It would be nice if it doesn't bully others."

Lloyd said somewhat amusedly.

Then he motioned to find a place to sit and chat, and let the little cat play here by himself.

As soon as the two two-legged beasts left, the little milk cat walked proudly to the middle of the room and meowed twice.

"Meow meow!"

So two old fat orange cats quickly brought their favorite toys to it's feet.

The remaining cats also followed suit and took out the 'treasures' they had hidden in their mouths, and presented them to the little milk cat as if they were paying tribute.

Then another very beautiful female cat came closer and sniffed the kitten curiously.

But the little milk cat frowned, waved its paws angrily, and drove away the person.

Because it is also a female cat...

"Meow meow meow!"

The little milk cat meowed twice more, then looked up at the tallest cat climbing frame in the field.

Two slender and well-proportioned blue cats with pure gold fur hurriedly pulled themselves to the edge of the cat climbing frame. They used their bodies as stairs to help the little milk cat slowly climb to the highest point of the cat climbing frame step by step.

The little milk cat just stopped and just lay on the highest point, like a high-altitude little princess, overlooking the cats below.

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On Lloyd's side, he enjoyed some expensive tea served by little Olga in the reception room, and chatted about some romance, and finally said suddenly and abruptly:

"I came here this time mainly because I wanted to see His Majesty the Holy One."

"ah???"

Little Olga was stunned for a moment, couldn't help showing a troubled expression, and tried to explain:

"This... I'm afraid it's a bit difficult. It's not that I'm unwilling to help, but it's our Holy His Majesty's recent mental state..."

"No, you misunderstood. In fact, I have already met him."

Lloyd said quickly, pursed his lips again, and added:

"His condition is indeed a bit...I couldn't talk to him anyway."

This time little Olga couldn't help being stunned for a longer time, so that after more than ten seconds, she asked in that incredible tone:

"You...passed that corridor?"

"yes."

"How...how did you get there?"

"Just walk over like this?"

"Huh??? Here...walk over there?"

Little Olga was hesitant to speak, not knowing how to respond to Lloyd's words.

Obviously, he had also been to that corridor and tried to enter.

It was just the heavy spiritual pollution in the air that made him turn around and give up after taking only two or three steps.

He still has his wife, children and lover to take care of, but he can't leave his life to this.

So even though little Olga didn't have a panel and couldn't quantify how much mental pollution there was, she could still roughly feel that at her level, she was not qualified to meet the saint.

And not only him, his father, the seventh-level old Olga also tried it, but it didn't work either.

The mental pollution in that corridor will increase proportionally with the rank. The higher the rank, the harder it will be to pass.

The embodied saint really doesn't want to be disturbed by anyone...

Even for those who are naturally highly resistant and adaptable to mental pollution, it is equally difficult.

Because this is spiritual pollution from a saint, and spiritual pollution spread by those monsters and forbidden knowledge, they are two levels of things.

Perhaps some people with extraordinary talents are very adaptable to the mental pollution from monsters, but they cannot resist the pollution from saints.

It's like no matter how powerful a person is, the mental pollution they suffer when executing monsters is always the same.

So Lloyd, who is not yet at the fifth level, can actually withstand this almost highest level of mental pollution, pass through that corridor, and still appear to be able to do so with ease?

To little Olga, this was simply an incomprehensible shock...

Lloyd also noticed little Olga's facial expression, which looked a little too shocked. He couldn't help but worry about whether he would suffer cognitive collapse, so he quickly made up for it:

"No, no, it's not that exaggerated. I didn't walk over, I jogged over."

He originally wanted to help little Olga, but the other person's expression suddenly became more shocked.

"Huh??? This... you can actually trot in that kind of environment?"

Obviously, being able to trot while enduring severe mental pollution is even more incredible than walking.

Anyway, little Olga couldn't imagine how a human could still trot when his brain was stabbing violently, his eardrums seemed to be pierced, his sense of balance and direction completely collapsed, and even his limbs were almost out of control. ?

For example, when he tried that time, if he had stayed for another 2-3 seconds, he might not have been able to get out of the corridor.

Therefore, Lloyd was still able to trot in, which shows that these mental pollutions are nothing at all, and there is no way to cause him to have the above-mentioned uncomfortable reactions...

So after being in a daze for several minutes, little Olga gradually came back to her senses, and then asked inexplicably:

"My friend, you are also a saint, right?"