"Your Majesty, I will do my best to make this dress for you..."
Archbishop Martin held the emerald glass beads carefully, lowered his head, and spoke respectfully.
Chen Lun thought about it and reminded:
"If there is a dilemma in the production process, the power of feathers can be sacrificed, but the style must be elegant and beautiful, preferably suitable for attending important occasions."
"Important occasion?"
Martin touched his bald head and chewed on the word.
For an "important occasion" that His Majesty King Cang attaches so much importance to, and the long skirt is most likely given to Pope Floy as a gift, then...
A look of realization suddenly flashed across his eyes.
Although he was very surprised, the Sun Demigod still believed his guess and said quickly:
"I understand what you mean, Your Majesty King Cang."
"Um."
Seeing this, Chen Lun nodded with satisfaction.
He then calmly scanned the things stored in the Xue Shi ring, but after picking and choosing, he found that they were all some extraordinary materials accumulated in the past. They seemed good at the time, but they were somewhat "useless" at the current stage.
So Chen Lun thought about it and turned his head:
"Ronan, as the 'God of Fruit', I think you should have hidden a lot of interesting mythological materials, right?"
The hat boy standing on the left side of the throne heard King Cang calling his real name. Most of his body was covered by the large pointed hat, and the two chicken-foot-like calves exposed outside could not help but tremble.
"Your Majesty, it is indeed so."
A trembling voice came from inside the large pointed hat.
The hat fell to the ground with a plop, and the next second it "grew" out from the ground beside Chen Lun's feet. The boy in the hat stood up and held up the big hat. The surface of the hat was shaking, and there was a rustling sound, as if he was fiddling with something inside.
Soon, a pile of fine materials fell out from under the hat, falling like rain, making crackling sounds.
All kinds of mythological materials piled up.
Under the stunned gaze of the crowd, they even piled up like a mountain, lifting the short boy in the hat several meters high.
"Your Majesty, these are my treasures from the past few eras, a total of 1,489 mythical materials, including 201 materials from demigod-level mythical creatures... Please take your pick, hehe."
The boy in the hat spoke with a smile on his face, but in reality he wanted to cry but had no tears.
He only felt his heart bleeding, his internal organs aching, and difficulty breathing.
The church leaders could tell that Hat Boy's tone was very cautious, and even a hint of flattery was mixed in with his humility.
"very good."
Chen Lun glanced at the boy in the hat and smiled faintly.
Immediately, he turned and looked at Archbishop Martin.
"Martin, you can choose any of these materials."
Martin's expression suddenly became excited, and his eyes burst into anticipation.
Even He, the most skilled creator in the Empire since the Fifth Era, has never seen so many mythological materials... Add to that the feathers of the ancient god Emerald Bird, what kind of masterpiece can be made?
He didn't know, but He was willing to accept the challenge.
"Thank you, Your Majesty King Cang."
Martin took a deep breath, slowly stood up, and then carefully selected from the pile of mythological materials with a serious look on his face.
No one spoke, but just watched quietly, with curiosity and amazement in their eyes. After all, such a scene was truly exaggerated, with thousands of mythological materials piled up randomly. Perhaps only the "God of Fruits" under King Cang could have such a background, right?
Chen Lun did not urge him and waited silently.
However, the boy in the hat was staring at Martin's movements.
I couldn't help but complain in my heart:
"Damn you! Don't! Don't take that! Damn it! That was the mythical gem that I stole from the dragon's lair with great difficulty during the Second Era..."
Soon, Martin reached out and touched a shuttle-shaped fabric that was flashing with bright spots of light, and the boy in the hat trembled.
"Ah! Take your disgusting hands away! That is my favorite thing, the fabric of the angels from the stars in the deep astral world!"
"Don't take that, don't..."
"You damn bald guy, why are you so vicious? You are so cruel..."
Hat Boy's heart couldn't stop bleeding, and he never stopped secretly complaining.
At this moment, he suddenly discovered that King Cang had turned his head and was looking at him with deep eyes that could see through the soul, without any emotion.
The hat boy shuddered again, and laughed, and a warm and polite voice came out from the large pointed hat:
"You can take them all..."
"Thank you for your generosity, Your Majesty Ronan."
Martin held a dozen or so mythological materials in his hands, turned around and bowed to the short hat boy with a satisfied expression on his face.
In addition to the long skirt as the main part, He also specially selected seven materials to make the "veil", "shawl", "finger sleeves" and "skirt train"...
As a master creator, Martin is extremely proficient in all aspects.
He knew very well that what King Cang wanted was definitely not just a simple long skirt...
It's a wedding dress for a grand wedding!
"Your Majesty, I have chosen them. These are all."
Martin spoke respectfully to the figure in gray clothes again.
"Um."
Chen Lun smiled and nodded.
"Don't rush, take your time, and if you need anything, you can always pray to me."
"Yes, Your Majesty King Cang."
Martin responded quickly.
But the boy in the hat beside him trembled.
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night.
The scorching sun slowly falls in the fairyland, and a bright moon rises.
In the center of the City of Cats, in the Dawn Cathedral next to the towering white tower, Archbishops Martin and Carmen were not there. Noah, Anton, Alex, Maggie, Connie and others were standing in the courtyard, looking up at the moon.
"Pope Floy hasn't come back yet. Is He in trouble?"
Noah asked worriedly.
"Don't worry, His Majesty King Cang is always watching the world."
Maggie chuckled.
When she met King Cang in Tianyuan before, she found that Pope Floy was not present. Combined with Archbishop Martin's task of "making a long skirt", Maggie guessed that King Cang must want to give Pope Floy a surprise.
Looking up at the bright moon, Maggie thought to herself what a pity.
I can't witness the scene of the two people meeting in person...
Above the fake moon.
The lonely apartment building still stood on the vast land. Suddenly, a black beam of light fell from the open space in front, and a slim figure slowly walked out of it.
Floy's face was a little pale, and there was a hint of coldness in her purple eyes.
The papal crown on his head was missing, his long light golden hair was a little messy, and the solemn cloak on his body was covered with dark red blood stains.
During the day, after killing the three "Seven Secret Keepers" of the History and Ritual Association, he did not stop there, and then went to the opponent's headquarters alone.
The battle was extremely brutal, and the History and Ritual Society suffered countless casualties. In the end, it was only when President McNeill personally intervened that he stopped the massacre.
The two sides immediately engaged in battle. After all, Floy was only a Sequence 4 Saint. Facing the Demigod of Earth who was one Sequence higher than him, he was still powerless.
But at that time, Floy was already dominated by anger.
He didn't know that Lord Jack's ritual not only did not fail, but turned out to be a blessing in disguise and was successfully completed... Thinking of his beloved who was tragically harmed by the ritual and was in imminent danger, Floy only wanted to kill these people.
McNeill was very strong and soon severely injured him.
But Floyd had already completed the accumulation of the saint stage long ago, and only lacked the promotion ceremony. The miserable injury not only did not defeat him, but aroused his stronger murderous aura.
The dark flames burned endlessly.
The headquarters building of the History and Ritual Association, as well as the entire barren mountain, were all engulfed in flames, with not a blade of grass growing.
At that time, Floy was covered with wounds and was on the verge of death for several times, but his unwillingness, longing and love supported him and prevented him from falling.
Fortunately, the File Keeper was on his way to the fairyland with the ancient gods of Dagon's Earthly Esoteric Cult at the time. Apart from McNeill, there was no higher-level being watching over the History and Ritual Association, so Floy's ceremony went smoothly. She was reborn from death and was promoted to the Demigod of the Black Sun on the spot.
Unfortunately, Floy had fought his way here and was exhausted. In the end, he could only watch McNeill, dragging his seriously injured body, use his ability as a [gravedigger] to forcibly "dig" open a historical passage and escape from the scene.
"I will kill you..."
Floy murmured without any emotion.
He dragged his feet and arrived at the door of the apartment, extremely tired.
But at this moment, Floy suddenly discovered from the corner of her eye that there was a tall figure standing by the door.
He was startled at first.
But when he looked up carefully, he was stunned.
On Floy's pale face, purple eyes flickered, and mist gradually appeared. Hot tears slid down like bright pearls, leaving blood stains.
His heartbeat gradually quickened, like a heavy hammer beating a drum.
The familiar figure was dressed the same as before, in a black hat and suit, holding a cane and walking towards him with a gentle smile on his face.
For a moment, Floy even forgot to breathe.
Until that familiar breath was within reach, the strong longing and love urged him to throw himself into the other's arms without hesitation.
"Master Jack!"
Floy pressed her face against the other's chest, listening to the real heartbeat and feeling the warm breath, and felt extremely satisfied.
"You are finally back..."
Emotions were like dynamite, bursting my eyes and spilling hot tears all over my black dress.
He hugged his lover tightly, pursed his lips, and breathed in the other's scent greedily.
"Sorry to have kept you waiting. Fortunately, I did not break my promise."
Chen Lun stroked Floy's back and whispered.
"Floy missed you."
Floy's voice was gentle, and there was a strong emotion mixed in with the tranquility.
Chen Lun lowered his head, kissed His light golden hair, and said in a deep voice:
"I know."
He used his fingers to push the girl's messy hair behind her ears, wiped away the tears and blood stains on her smooth face, and stared into the pair of purple eyes full of love.
"Thank you for your hard work over the years."
“I’d give anything for it.”
But Floy shook her head, then stood on tiptoe, wrapped her arms around the other's neck, and moved closer boldly.
The cold and slightly bloody touch made Chen Lun feel an inexplicable emotion and impulse.
He can find the meaning of his existence from this love.
"Love is the most expensive anchor. It cannot defeat death, but it can anchor the soul. It allows the departed soul to stop wandering and the living soul to find its homeland..."
Floy murmured these words emotionally, then leaned close to Chen Lun 's ear and said with a trembling voice full of expectation:
"Master Jack, Floy is already a demigod... enough to bear your favor."
Chen Lun stared into His purple gemstone eyes and opened his mouth.
In the end, there was a smile.
He put his arms around the girl's waist, and a gray robe suddenly appeared. Then it rolled up, and the two figures disappeared silently on the spot.
In the floor-to-ceiling windows on the first floor of the apartment, the flowers from the flower shop are quietly blooming, exuding a sweet fragrance.
The window on the third floor suddenly lit up with a soft beige light.
On the silent moon.
The girl let out a short, slightly shy exclamation.
Soon, it turned into a hum as thin as a mosquito's, dense and long, until it suddenly stopped with a dull nasal sound.
In Tianyuan under the moonlight, the golden sacred tree swayed in the wind, the shadows of the trees danced, and countless green grasses rustled.
In the city of cats, countless cats, both white and black, and even ordinary residents who are brought here to live, pray at home, devoutly and solemnly.
In the outer courtyard of the Dawn Cathedral, Maggie was chatting with Connie when suddenly, a wolf howl that echoed throughout the fairyland came from the sky.
Awoo——
"Um?"
Maggie and Connie were both shocked.
They all raised their heads and looked at the bright moon.
"What was that sound just now?"
Connie wondered.
Maggie thought for a moment, coughed, and shook her head to indicate that she didn't know.
"Miss Maggie, your face is so red, are you okay?"
Connie asked nervously.
Maggie quickly waved her hands and found an excuse to prevaricate.
The wolf's howl was not passionate, but rather soft and weak. Maggie didn't know if it was an illusion, but she even heard a hint of submission and begging for mercy.
She suddenly felt that she was really brave to imagine such a thing.
"These are all hallucinations and illusions..."
Maggie fanned herself with her hands, turned around and walked into the church.
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Above the moon.
boom!!!
The apartment had long since been reduced to ruins.
All that was left was a dark sea of ​​fire.
In the dim firelight, one could vaguely see a slender giant wolf wearing a black vine "gauze robe" crawling on the ground, with its head lowered and whimpering.
There seemed to be an even larger white-scaled snake entwined around the giant wolf...
The black fire burned the giant snake, but the latter seemed to be indifferent and enjoyed it. The flames that were enough to annihilate the saint's soul seemed to arouse his madness and restlessness even more.
Boom!!!
Dull bursts of noise were accompanied by the vibration of the moon.
The black wolf's whimpering became more rapid.
The sea of ​​fire covered the sky and the earth, the light and shadows flickered, and a pair of purple eyes flashed in the fire, their eyes were blurred but full of desire.
It is unknown how long the moon's tremor lasted.
Until the end of the night and the dawn, after the last lazy and weak sob, an empty and shy murmur sounded:
"Floy finally became your wife..."