I Will Rewrite Your Fate

At midnight, a man and a woman walked in the amusement park under the night. The man wears a dark red windbreaker, and the woman wears an all-black monastic dress. This kind of weird picture and the awkward atmosphere between the two can not help but feel a kind of unspeakable uncomfortable.

But it's no wonder that although Xie Ming is not interested in religion, he still has no way to speak out about Orsola, who leads by example and has noble morals. And Osola, a somewhat off-line nun, was still struggling with what Xie Ming said just now, so she didn't notice this strange atmosphere either.

"Ahem..." After a few coughs, Xie Ming provoked the topic: "How did you escape Osola?"

"Ah, that's it." Orsola was taken aback for a moment and then replied softly: "Because a red-haired priest dragged Mr. Jian Gong, I escaped in the chaos during their battle."

"What are your plans next?"

Xie Ming glanced at Osola: "It's impossible for a small group like Amakusa to protect your comprehensiveness. And Academy City is unlikely to risk fighting the Roman Orthodox Church to protect you. Unless you are protected. ...No, forget it. There are still more suitable people for this kind of thing."

"Mr. Xie Ming, are you worrying about me?" Osola gave a small smile: "Thank you very much."

"After all, there are not many good people in this world. If a good nun like you loses her life because of such a mess, your god will also be sad."

"Ala....."

Hearing Xie Ming's words, Osola was a little surprised: "I feel Mr. Xie Ming knows us very well. Do you believe in the existence of God?"

"certainly."

Can you believe it? The Alaya's favorability in him is, in a sense, God's protection, and he still comes from the main God space.

"So...."

"Stop." Xie Ming stopped Osola's words: "I know what you are thinking. But I have been relying on my own will and strength all the way to this day. And in my situation, it is no longer suitable to join. What religion is it."

"And whether it is the Roman Orthodox church who is chasing you down, or the British Puritan church who is calculating behind you, do you think I am suitable to join in?"

"It's also... It's a pity."

Osola gave a bitter smile: "A person like you really shouldn't have anything to do with the world of our church."

"Well, don't worry." Subconsciously touching Osola's head, Xie Ming said softly: "Since I rescued you, I won't simply hand you over. No one has been with me during this time. Can hurt you."

Feeling the touch on the top of his head, Osola couldn't help but stunned. Xie Ming also reacted, and hurriedly took his hand back: "Sorry, I'm a little used to it."

"No, it's okay."

Osola smiled and said, "Mr. Xie Ming's hands are very gentle, so the people around you won't resist it."

"Uh...I will pay attention later..."

However, because of this opportunity, the relationship between the two seemed to be much closer at once. Osola also opened the chatterbox and began to talk to Xie Ming about some things she encountered during missions.

You know, Osola once promoted the teachings of God in three pagan countries, and they all succeeded. Therefore, the upper level of the Orthodox Church in Rome specifically allowed her to build an "Ossola Church" in her own name near the academy city. Although it is currently only half built, the "Ossola Church" will undoubtedly become the largest church in Japan after completion.

From this alone, we can see what kind of person Osola is. Whether it's vision or people, Osola can't go wrong. So she first escaped from the Roman Orthodox Church, and then escaped from the Amakusa style.

But it's a pity that Amakusa wouldn't just let her leave like this.

"Snapped!"

A tall man fell from the roof to the two of them, with a trace of Bloodline at the corner of his mouth.

"Steyr? Really embarrassed."

"Well-winded..." Still struggled a few times, but didn't get up. It seems that he fell very hard just now and needs to be slowed down.

"Boom!!"

As if a meteorite fell, a figure smashed to the ground heavily. Among the countless dust splashes, the man's laughter slowly spread.

"What are you doing? Mr. Father of England."

Carrying a flame-shaped sword more than 180 cm long, wearing an unusually large T-shirt and jeans. The white T-shirt has two red stripes staggered across the right chest, forming a cross pattern. The hair was twisted all around, as if it was deliberately made with hairspray.

The basketball shoe laces on my feet are more than one meter, and they are not fastened. There are four or five small electric fans about ten centimeters in length hanging from the leather string around the neck. This outfit is simply full of slots, even Xie Ming doesn't know where to start complaining.

"Hey, where is the pride of the English gentleman? In this case, even a woman can't be protected."

"Mr. Jian Gong..."

Behind Xie Ming, Osola said slowly.

That's right, the thin man in front of him is the current Amakusa-style acting pope, Jian Gong Zhai.

"I don't know how many times I have said it..."

Jian Gongzhai looked at Osola: "Osola Aquina, we are not going to hurt you."

"Indeed, your words are full of hope." Ossola said softly, "But, I can't believe the peace that comes from meeting each other."

"That's really a pity."

With a smile like a bad guy, Jian Gongzhai said with a smile: "I know clearly that it would be futile to return to the Orthodox Church in Rome."

"Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

Slowly pulling out to beg the demon, Xie Ming stepped forward: "Speaking of Steele, where did Inticus go?"

"Xie Ming, I'm here~" Not far away, Inticus trot over: "What can I do for you?"

"Yes... It really depends on you. But..."

Xie Ming looked at the words Jian Gongzhai: "Should you not plan to let us talk about things for a while?"

"Although I really want to do this, it's a pity." Jian Gongzhai kept shaking his head while raising the flame-shaped sword: "Time doesn't allow it!"

As soon as the voice fell, Jian Gongzhai rushed in front of Xie Ming at a very fast speed, and the weapon in his hand was swung down fiercely.

"Ding."

A cold light appeared inexplicably between the two, and the slender flame-shaped sword was instantly cut in half. Xie Ming put the pitch black sword in his hand on his shoulder, and said faintly: "Don't move, or the head will be branched house and you won't see the cracks again."

"...The Orthodox Church of Rome actually invited someone like you."

He threw the weapon on the ground very bachelor, and Jian Gongzhai raised his hands: "The slash just now, I have only seen it on one person."

"Yes?"

Xie Ming is noncommittal: "Please stay here for a while first. As for the time to stay...just wait for all the actors on the stage to come on."

"Good show, it will start soon."

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