Thriller Trainee

The words of the elders sounded a wake-up call in the hearts of all survivors.

Although the clearance of the first few teams on the notebook is simple and easy, it is still a super S-grade copy and cannot be relaxed.

So after returning, the survivors had a discussion for the first time.

"Our goal in entering this dungeon is to find the savior predicted by Mr., right?"

Everyone nodded solemnly.

"That being the case, from tomorrow on, we will go to the Pope's reserve to find the child who best fits the image of the savior."

Hong Lie closed his eyes, "If we can, let's try to figure out what is going on after the ceremonial ceremony, and why the elder said that the pope will return to the embrace of God."

"I don't know why, my instinct tells me that this copy is far from being as simple as the surface."

Unlike several other teams, Guiguzi's old department is obviously much more paranoid.

They seem to have reached a certain consensus in private.

Zong Jiu watched them come to the palace behind the holy city together the next day.

The high priest led them into the hall of the palace. "All the children are inside, dear guests."

Some survivors asked suspiciously, "Why do they wear turbans around their heads and cover their eyes?"

"This is the tradition of our ceremonial ceremony."

The high priest patiently explained, "Children with talent must wear blindfolds from childhood, and they can only be removed on the day when the successor pope presides over the ceremony."

This is a weird tradition. Haven't these children seen what they look like since they were born?

The survivors had doubts in their hearts, but they also had scruples, and they hesitated not to speak.

On the contrary, the high priest seemed to be aware of their concerns, "It is the godmother Sophia who is taking care of the children here. You can directly consult with her about the specific situation."

After the introduction of the basic situation, the high priest sent them to the temple and hurriedly retired. Only the survivor and Zong Jiu floating in the air are left.

After arriving in the palace, I don't know if it was because of the memory of the little devil, Zong Jiu finally found that he could control his actions a little bit.

The survivors are still talking to the godmother.

"These children have their own special abilities. They were born with stigmata blessed by the gods. Of the billions of people in the world, there are only 30 children who conform to the oracle and speak with the stigmata. They are. I was taken to the holy city for training since I was a child..."

"But we haven't decided on the pope's candidate, because none of these children have special abilities related to purification."

Zong Jiu looked back at the survivor who was talking with the godmothers, and slowly floated upstairs.

He remembered what the little devil had said to him that purification was a special ability he was born with.

What are the children's abilities, how can the responsible godmother not know? But why did she say that there is no special ability similar to it?

The doubts in the white-haired young man's heart became more and more serious, and he stepped forward to retrieve it in this memory.

There is a long corridor on the second floor of the palace with serial numbers around it.

Zong Jiu floated past room by room, and stopped in front of the only room door ajar.

Through the gap, he could see the little black-haired boy sitting on the ground inside holding a thick book and reading.

Behind him, sunlight projected in from the window, coating his outline with a hazy holy light, like an angel descending on the world.

The hurried footsteps sounded behind Zong Jiu.

The godmother in a white robe passed through the body of the white-haired young man, hurriedly opened the door, and quickly closed the door of the room.

Seeing this, Zong Jiu quickly penetrated the door like a ghost and floated in to watch.

"Sophia godmother."

Perceiving someone coming in, the little devil put down the book in his hand and raised his head obediently.

There are many neatly stacked blocks behind him, and each stack of blocks forms a tall castle.

"Hurry up and put on the cloth strips, I'm going to notify others."

The middle-aged woman named Sophia squatted down quickly, picked up the strip of cloth on the ground, and gently wrapped it around the little devil's head.

The latter's small body trembled insignificantly, "Godmother...I'm afraid."

"Good boy, don't be afraid."

Sophia touched his head. "Remember what the godmother said to you?"

"remember."

The little devil said dumbly: "If they ask me what my special ability is, I will say that I am not afraid of fire by nature."

"Yes, don't tell them that you have the ability to purify, okay?"

The little devil nodded.

"Good boy."

Sophia sighed, "Remember, in any case, no matter what the situation is, you can't disclose it, you know?"

"The godmother will protect you, she will."

......

Just when Zong Jiu fell into contemplation because of the scene in front of him, the surrounding scene changed.

This memory is not so complete, and there are often jumps.

Perhaps it was because the little devil felt that there was no need to watch things such as minutiae, so Zong Jiu showed only the most important part.

This time, the scene became an uninhabited desert suburb, surrounded by endless sand dunes.

The clean clothes on the boy had become dirty, because the desert at night was too cold, and he squatted and shivered behind the dunes, trying to hide himself.

However, this little trick is not enough for the survivors.

Several teams surrounded the little demon, with dignified faces.

"Brother Hong, he is the savior who has been fortune-telling."

The notes left by the previous survivors provided them with new ideas, and it happened that there was a fortuneteller in the old ministry, so they deduced a divination on the spot.

Guiguzi is most famous for his ability to spy on secrets. He has such a movable type sign here. There are also many survivors with divination talents under his men. Among them, the divination master who followed them into the perfect world was also hand-in-hand by Guiguzi. Pointed.

"I remember this kid."

Hong Lie curled his eyebrows, "His ability is not to be afraid of flames. Are you sure he is really the savior?"

He was a little puzzled because he really saw the little boy in front of him putting his hand on the flame, but he was not afraid of the flame.

"I am sure."

The fortune-teller was pale as paper, "Instead of doubting the results of my fortune-telling, you forgot why your husband left me and didn't bring me into the Kingdom of Gods?"

Although this batch of old ministries are inferior in strength, they are also the way back for Guiguzi's personal arrangements.

If he fails in his great cause, there is still a way out. Can leave the fortuneteller as a guide to find the savior who inherits his mantle.

Hong Lie squatted down, looked directly into the eyes of the little devil: "Little brother, do you have the ability to purify?"

The little devil's head shook like a rattle.

"Don't be afraid."

Seeing that the little devil resisted so much, Hong Lie, a five-and-three rough man, scratched his head, "We have no malice."

They tried to be kind, but they made their expressions even stranger.

"We are here to protect you and will not hand you over."

Because of the lack of some memories in the middle, Zong Jiu is a little confused about what happened.

But now it seems that the survivors have discovered something wrong in the perfect world. For example, the sacred ceremonies may not be as simple as the description of npc.

"But, but..."

The little devil sobbed, "Those people took the godmother away."

All the survivors were silent.

There was a sensational event in the holy city tonight.

Tomorrow is the holy religious ceremony, and the originally elected pope should enter the temple on the top of Mount Moria tonight.

As a result, just a few hours ago, the godmother responsible for raising the saint son secretly sent all the children out of the holy city.

However, when this matter was only halfway through, an informer appeared, and was eventually discovered in time by the paladins patrolling the holy city.

Without the Son and the Pope, the festival would not be held. This matter is extraordinary and significant.

All the knights were dispatched and searched through the desert in a carpet-like manner, and retrieved the children who were sent out one by one.

In the end, they recovered twenty-nine children, the last and most important one.

Hong Lie spoke with determination, "Please trust us, as long as you agree to go with us, we will definitely ensure your safety."

In order to win the trust, he took out the S-level props.

"We will now take you to another world, a world without a holy religion. Your godmother has already passed by and is waiting for you there."

Sure enough, after hearing these words, the little devil showed shaken eyes, "Really?"

In the end, he was still a six-year-old child, although he was smarter than ordinary people, he was not so careful and cheated.

Hong Lie breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and said coaxingly: "Of course."

"We also learned about your whereabouts from Sophia, otherwise how could we find you. Otherwise, think about it carefully, did your godmother say that if you go this way, absolutely no one can find you?"

Having said that, as if afraid that he would not believe it, Hong Lie directly stuffed the little storage box into the little devil's arms.

[Congratulations on obtaining the S-level item: storage box]

The little devil raised his head questioningly, "What sound is this? What S-class prop?"

He can really hear the voice of the main system!

The others exchanged shocked eyes, sighing without hiding.

[Are you sure to bring the npc back to infinite loop? 】

At this time, no one doubted the identity of the little devil anymore.

Hong Lie smiled bitterly and paid a full 500,000 survival points, and carried the little demon onto the camel.

[The contract is reached, when the copy is closed, the npc will follow and return to the infinite loop]

"No matter what, we have found the savior."

The survivors were excited and sad.

But before that, they must complete the main task before they can bring the savior back to the infinite loop.

If the savior is really the same person as the pope who is the candidate of the perfect world, then I am afraid...

Zong Jiu, who was floating on the side, understood something and shook his head in his heart.

Guiguzi's great cause is certainly important, but if the survivors can't complete the main task of this world, and can't even return to the infinite loop, let alone support the savior to inherit the grand unification.

So the purpose of their trip is not as the little devil imagined, to go directly to another world in the mouth of the survivor.

They were heading back to the mansion, heading in the direction of the holy city.

Under the night sky, the little devil chirped and asked about the infinite loop, with a very cheerful expression.

"Is it possible to go out and play every day without covering my face with a cloth strip? I can have books that I can't finish reading, and I don't have to pray those boring prayers anymore?"

"Will the godmother be with us? How long will we get there?"

In the eyes of the survivors, the infinite loop, which is elusive, has become the most fun toy in the eyes of six-year-olds.

Who can think of it, the first step to assist the savior is to take a child.

In order to stabilize the child's emotions, the survivors made up stories for him. One described the infinite loop as Gulliver's Travels, and the other as Alice in Wonderland.

Suddenly, Hong Lie seemed to think of something, then turned around and asked, "By the way, kid, what's your name?"

The little demon was sleepy on the camel, his dark brown eyes narrowed slightly.

The child's soft hair was drooping on his cheeks, and the top of his head was curled up, like a cute full-length doll.

After a long time, he asked suspiciously, "What is the name?"

"The name is the title, like your godmother, she is called Sophia." The survivor replied patiently.

"That's it." The little devil said softly, touching his hair, "Then I don't have a name."

"Because no one named me, they usually call me number one."