When the whole process of the ceremony was over, Xia Tisi sat alone on the bench in the front row.

Vermeer, who had taken over the identity of a saint, prayed quietly in front of the altar for a while.

In her heart, she still doesn't understand what it means to be a saint. It's just the talent she gained from that divine war and the accumulation of Bishop Monica's teachings for more than ten years that allowed her to obtain such a qualification.

Prayer can bring peace of mind.

In today's turbulent times, in order to prevent this qualification from having an impact on uncovering the truth from the abyss, there is only one thing that I have to do to take on this responsibility.

That is to support, to do things that no one has done, and to solve the root causes of disputes that endanger the world.

After finishing her meditation, Vermeer stood up and looked at Xia Tisi who was still sitting there.

"Don't worry about me," Xia Tisi stroked the cracked wood back of the chair, as if laughing at herself for being as old and dilapidated as these abandoned objects, "just go."

Vermeer bowed deeply to her.

"Thank you for your teaching during this period! I will never forget it in my life!"

"Okay," Xia Tisi looked away and waved her hand, "The food you bring every day is enough to be considered a reward. There is no need to let a dying shadow linger on."

There’s still nearly a month to go...

Vermeer pinched her fingers. Although Xia Tisi never mentioned it, which made people feel that she had no nostalgia for the world, Vermeer didn't think so.

Because when she eats the snacks she made by herself, she will occasionally show a half-smile but not a smile.

After I get back, I’d better try to discuss it with everyone.

Although he cannot follow the path envisioned by the other party, for him, Xia Tisi is already equivalent to his second teacher.

"Then, I'm leaving."

After making a decision, Vermeer did not intend to add any more expectations or worries to the other party, so she bowed and chose to leave.

Xia Tisi sat there for a long time, staying in this old place that no one remembered, and leaned on the bench and fell asleep slowly.

……

Walking out of the underground passage and returning to the old bishop's office, Vermeer immediately heard the old voice calling her.

"My Lady Saint..."

Seeing the old bishop lowering his head to her, Vermeer quickly waved her hand, "No, there is no need to salute like this, the bishop..."

She wanted to call him Bishop, but suddenly realized that her current position was higher than that of the other person, and she was a little at a loss for the moment.

To become a saint, it seems that you need to adapt to all aspects X﹏X

"Lord Saint."

After being called out again, Vermeer turned around in a daze and saw Luo Wei, dressed in black, leaning against the bookcase, as if he had been waiting for her for a long time.

Hmm...

Why didn't I feel that he was here? Is it... the one who learned from Ayi Ning and used magic power to deliberately restrain his breath?

Really, really!

How do I respond to this... Is it possible that the old bishop will be horrified if he barks?

In fact, Luo Wei had just returned from the God War ruins not long ago. When he came to the bishop's office, he was quite surprised to hear that a ceremony was being held inside.

The silly girl who took off her shoes to stun him in a small town has now become a noble and holy saint.

Even though he looks silly, he looks exactly the same as before.

"Is Xia Tisi still in there?"

"Yes...yes." Vermeer thought it would be better not to call him casually.

Otherwise, either the old bishop will be shocked, or he will be electrocuted if he goes out...

"Then come with me to meet her."

Luo Wei glanced at the old bishop, who was slightly surprised, but didn't say anything. He just handed a wooden box with a religious seal to the two of them.

Inside is a seal symbolizing the identity of the saint.

Luo Wei nodded and hugged Wei Mier with one hand, and walked underground with Wei Mier. It felt more familiar than his own home.

"Try purifying this." Luo Wei suddenly said on the road.

"Eh?"

Although Vermeer didn't know what was going on, she quickly thought of something and used magic power to purify the entire wooden box.

No exception.

"It seems that the people above know how to cherish their own saints." Luo Wei said with a sneer.

In front of today's Vermeer, I can't hide it even if I want to. It is true that the Prayer Church cannot be blamed for the last round of rupture, but after all, it also offended the entire religious world. In the end, there was no support from the theocratic power, which was indeed quite miserable.

of.

It’s better to be careful.

Of course, Luo Wei is not too worried this time.

Is Vermeer considered a young kid? What does it have to do with Ryan?

The two quickly arrived in front of the re-closed church door. Vermeer gently raised her hand, and the re-closed seal was quickly released.

"You have become more powerful, Holy Lady."

"Woof..."

"?"

Luo Wei was stunned for a moment before he came to his senses, shook his head and smiled.

This silly girl's thinking and logic are really different.

The two walked in from the hall and saw Xia Tisi sleeping on the bench. When Vermeer saw her appearance, she realized that in order for her to learn all the goddess spells, Xia Tisi must have paid a lot of effort.

Ying shouldn't have enough energy to be so exhausted.

But Vermeer couldn't bear to say anything.

She was worried that paying too much attention to this matter would delay the progress of the entire plan, and her lips opened and closed.

"Just say what you want to say." Luo Wei said bluntly.

"I...I want to help her, but I'm worried that it will add to the burden."

"So, you want to help her, right?"

"Well..."

Luo Wei nodded. He just wanted an attitude from Wei Mier to consider whether Xia Tisi's behavior in this world was worth her saving. As for the soul vase, he gave it to Maria, and now she is naturally

No, it’s probably not that easy to convince a shadow whose mission has ended to stay in the world.

He pointed to the bench on the other side.

Vermeer quickly understood and walked over there quietly with him, planning to wait quietly for Xia Tisi to wake up.

……

The light of stained glass, the smell of dust.

Xia Tisi slowly opened her eyes. Her empty eyes prevented her from seeing things clearly, and there was always a circle of black shadow lingering around her.

This allowed her to quickly understand her own situation, and she held her forehead and thought for a moment.

When her consciousness gradually subsided in her mind, she stretched her body slightly and accidentally saw her pale and bloodless arms, her expression became a little frozen for a moment.

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Then, she let out a soft sigh, like the ethereal air, leaned over and took off her shoes, letting her white and bloodless feet step on the cold marble, giving her a slight sense of stability.

Then Xia Tisi stood up, holding the shoes in her hand, not looking at the altar surrounded by white flowers, not asking whether her mission had been achieved.

After all, that won't get the answer anymore.

Arriving at the front of the hall, she put her shoes aside, gracefully stretched out a hand forward, and slightly bent her legs. The figure on the bench on the other side made her expression tremble.

"!!!"

Luo Wei sat there, with Vermeer lying peacefully sleeping on his knees, casting a helpless look at Xia Tisi.

He didn't mean to peek.

Who knew that this apostle of the goddess, after waking up and observing his physical condition, suddenly couldn't help but want to dance in the hall?

Xia Tisi stood there maintaining her movements.

She seemed to be thinking about why Vermeer, who had left, not only came back, but also brought Luo Wei with her.

She didn't even notice.

Is it because you are too tired?

The two looked at each other for what seemed like ten seconds. Time felt very slow to Luo Wei. There was no wave in the other's dull pupils, like a ghost without emotion or thought.
To be continued...