Quickly Pierce the Peace of Mind To Be a Passerby

Facing the pope's kind gaze, Liu Weiwei gently raised the skirt with his hands, knelt down on one knee, folded his hands in front of him, and his head hung slightly into a perfect arc.

The pope placed one end of the scepter on Liu Weiwei's shoulder and began to declare.

Both the Western world and the Eastern world have one thing in common, that is, all leaders' speeches are long talks and are full of mandarin.

The only difference is that a good speaker can bring in the emotions of the audience instead of making the audience feel bored. The Pope is obviously a good speaker.

Liu Weiwei listened to the Pope praising the Dark God, and took the opportunity to preach the doctrine to the masses. No matter what he thought, his expression was tense, always respectful and pious.

At the end of the long speech, the scepter on his shoulders was removed, and the pope took the black robe prepared in advance from the waiter on the side, and gently shaken it away when facing the congregation, the pattern embroidered with silver thread on the black robe was faintly visible.

On this point, Liu Weiwei had done his homework beforehand.

The pattern on the black robe of the Pope is dark gold, while the pattern on the black robe of the Saint Child and the Saintess is silver, and none of the rest is worthy of color.

Want a pattern?

Okay!

Embroider casually with black thread!

Want other colors, no!

Feeling the robe draped over his shoulders, Liu Weiwei raised his head so that the pope could tie a knot to himself.

With the knot tied, the pope said, "From now on, you will be the saint of the dark church."

"Yes." Liu Weiwei replied in a respectful salute.

The saint's status in the Dark Church is not low, but she is the only existence whose status does not hold real power.

Occasionally go out to spread the doctrine, recruit some believers, and serve the dark **** (statue) most of the time.

Liu Weiwei defined this saint as a beautiful vase.

Liu Weiwei is quite satisfied with this setting. It is the easiest if he doesn't have the right.

After the ceremony, the sun completely disappeared in the sky. Liu Weiwei returned to his room. At the moment the door was closed, the bones of the whole person seemed to be pulled away. Liu Weiwei's steps fluttered, and the whole person fell soft. On the big bed, "I'm exhausted!"

With two bangs, the door of the room was knocked.

"His Royal Highness, can I come in?"

It's Arela's voice.

Liu Weiwei bounced off the bed almost conditioned, stretched out his hair repeatedly, smoothed the folds on his clothes, straightened his waist, and raised a smile on his face, "Please come in."

The door opened.

Arela's gaze swept past the red marks on Liu Weiwei's face that had been pressed out and had not disappeared. He smiled faintly, and his tone softened, "His Royal Highness did a great job today."

"Thanks to the teacher's teaching." Liu Weiwei smiled politely.

Arela smiled and said softly: "His Royal Highness is also working hard. I came to inform His Royal Highness that the teaching time of etiquette will be shortened to two hours a day from tomorrow. The rest of the time is the time for the dark **** in the prayer room of the temple. ."

"Then...what about this afternoon?" Liu Weiwei asked expectantly.

"The courses in the afternoon will not change." Of course Arela knew what Liu Weiwei was thinking about. The saint of the Dark Vatican must not be an illiterate!

"Oh." Liu Weiwei replied disappointedly.

"His Royal Highness must be very tired, Arela retires, Your Royal Highness rests earlier."

"Teacher, go slowly." Liu Weiwei nodded and said goodbye to Arela.

The door was closed again, and Liu Weiwei fell back on the bed, looked at the crystal lamp on the ceiling aloud, and muttered, "Serve the God of Darkness."

It’s the last day of this month, I want a ticket, (ω)