What kind of weird button is this?

Chapter 142 Formalist Aid

"Master Siral, the water temperature inside should be just right now. Look..."

"I don't know if it's appropriate or not, it's just..."

"Just what?"

"Mr. Attilio, can you stop doing this... Don't you think it's very embarrassing for a grown man like you to prepare bath water for me?"

Sirius looked at the man standing at the door of the bathhouse, respectfully holding a towel and soap, as if he wanted to follow him in to give himself a bath, and he suddenly felt the urge to run away.

Could it be that the men of the Pilar family still have that special hobby?

"Ah... Lord Siral, you misunderstood. I just want to help you with everything in your life, and this bath water is not prepared by me."

"Okay, okay, you don't need to explain, you really don't. But you still have to be clear, that is, I don't have a hobby of letting strange men take a shower with me."

"Don't worry... Sir Siral, you are definitely not a strange man."

"..."

He's a familiar man, right? No, can you stop being so familiar?

Sirius felt that he had gone too far, taking over the Pilar family and making it look like his own, which made the serious head of the family feel a little angry, so he would disgust himself like this.

But Sirius didn't have the heart to speculate on this. His biggest headache now was whether the dead former believer would cause him any trouble.

Of course, the biggest headache for him was that these believers would break their defenses like this after seeing him. If everyone was like this in the future, wouldn't he be able to get any benefits?

While Sirius was thinking about these things, he also walked towards the inside of the bathhouse. However, he was so lost in thought that he did not realize that Attilio behind him had no intention of following him in, nor did he expect that Attilio would follow him in. The interior of the will actually look like this:

His twelve maids were all soaking in the huge pool, and their fair skin was floating on the clear soup like a large piece of tofu. At this moment, "beautiful and delicious" is no longer an idiom, but a metaphor for synaesthesia. This scene also made Sirius unable to move his eyes for a moment.

"Master, master?!"

When the girls in the bathhouse saw Sirius, who was almost naked, appearing in front of them, they all subconsciously exclaimed in surprise and disbelief.

However, everyone including Liz, while being shy, actually had a hint of expectation in their eyes.

Fortunately, Nalia and Hannah were not able to appear here. Of course, according to Attilio's arrangements, it was indeed impossible for these two to appear here at this time.

"Sorry...I didn't expect you to be here."

Sirius secretly cursed Attilio, "Old Biden". He really didn't expect that this old guy would trick him like this.

He was definitely not a "strange man", and it turned out that he was not. After all, this was his "familiar girl".

"Owner!"

Just when Sirius was about to turn around and leave, the girls suddenly stopped him in unison.

"Master, we don't mind..."

"Well, Master, you can do whatever you want."

"Master, it is our responsibility to help you bathe. Master, please don't let us fail in our duty again."

"Um, why did you say 'again'?"

Sirius was a little embarrassed, but he really didn't want to go out at this moment. After all, he was a little nervous because he was thinking about whether those "believers" would come to make trouble again. He really needed a space to relax.

"Hmm~"

While enjoying the massage in the water given to him by more than a dozen maids, Sirius lazily used magic to float himself in the middle of the bath.

But just when he was feeling sleepy, he was suddenly shaken by a strong stimulation coming from the water.

"Liz?!" "Master, it's okay. This is also my responsibility as your personal maid."

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Across the ocean.

Thorne of the Fela Church has arrived at the Xilin Empire by ferry as requested by the Archbishop.

As the auxiliary bishop of the Church of Light, his attire and demeanor are still very eye-catching. In addition, the funds for this trip are indeed sufficient, so Thorne did not walk as hard as Sirius did before, but He chartered a carriage and headed to his destination Anka.

"Priest, why do you come to Anka?"

The driver who drove the carriage couldn't figure out the division of duties in the church, so from his perspective, Thorne was just an ordinary priest.

"What, what happened here Anka?"

"It seems that Father, you are not from here. Let's put it this way, a serious disaster has occurred in Anka recently. It is said that it was a conspiracy by the former second prince of the empire, Sirius, who was a traitor.

But it’s easy to understand. After so many years of planning, I still couldn’t defeat the eldest prince. After being sent to Anka, I felt unconvinced, so I developed a feeling that as long as I messed up this country, I could make the country a mess. Everyone knows my awesome mentality. "

The groom kept talking non-stop along the way, and most of the words were criticizing Sirius.

After hearing these words, Thorne shook his head helplessly and did not explain anything. Because they can't explain it, after these people firmly believe that a person is sinful, all those who speak for him will be classified as accomplices.

And Thorne had no intention of saying anything nice for the second prince from a neighboring country who was secretly competing with each other. He just came here to find out whether there was any larger force behind Anka's disaster.

Furthermore, even if the second prince is just a tool in this, the prerequisite for the other party to become a tool must be resentment towards his own country.

"Father, after saying so much, you haven't answered my question yet."

"Well...the reason why I came here is actually to help. After all, churches should help each other, right?"

"..."

When he said this, the coachman suddenly fell silent, then turned back and glanced at Thorne's face with doubtful eyes, as if he wanted to confirm whether what he said was true or false.

"What? Could it be that churches from other places won't come to help Anka?"

Thorne was a little confused. Although he just found an excuse to come here, he thought that the bishops of other dioceses in the same country as the church should come to help more or less, right?

What's more, he also heard that Anka is a city dominated by the church. Doesn't this kind of place deserve more support from the church?

"No."

"Then why did you..."

"I just don't see people like you who are unprepared and come here to 'help' all by themselves.

Churches in other places basically bring a lot of supplies, and no matter how bad the situation is, they will call in some powerful people to help rebuild the city. It can be seen that these people are really doing practical things, rather than just shouting slogans.

So in my opinion, Mr. Father, you don't seem to be here to help. It's more like you're here to perform a formality, and then go back to report non-existent work results to your superiors. "

"..."

Thorne suddenly felt extremely embarrassed, and even had a look of shame on his face involuntarily.

(End of this chapter)