"Chang Chong!"

"Picapi!"

"Ho huh!"

Grace Emma took the lead and ran in the streets of residence on the Holy Mountain.

Pikapi followed closely behind, landing on all four feet, constantly leaping and leaping.

The little golden lion sang its wings, but it was soft and weak, jumping and falling to follow.

One person and two pets ran around, making it very lively.

Margarice sat quietly on the chair and felt very happy watching Grace and the demons making trouble.

Some people say that time is peaceful, but Margarice didn't understand what it meant in the past.

At this time, she sat quietly watching Grace and the demons making trouble. Margarice suddenly understood the meaning of this sentence.

This is how peaceful the years are.

Peaceful, peaceful, natural.

"Why are you here? Where is Gris?"

Romney changed his clothes and walked out of the room.

I happened to see Margarice's smile in the sun, which was very beautiful, but he still broke this holiness with just one question.

"His Highness Romney."

"Gris took the magic pet, it is said that she went to parkour."

Margarice was shocked by Romney's questioning, and did not panic. She stood up with a moderate manner, then bowed and replied.

At first, it was fine, but when I talked about a strange noun, I stumbled a little.

"Well, I'm going to parkour."

"Then I'll go to the Godfather's place, and you can have some lunch."

Romney didn't care about this stuttering, but was a little surprised that Margarice knew what parkour.

He never thought that Margarice had a close relationship with Gris, and he thought that someone in this Holy See Mountain knew the word parkour.

"yes."

Margarice's etiquette is very good and his identity is very positive, and he looks like a maid.

"Um."

"Oh, by the way, you don't have to give such a big gift in the future."

"Gris said, we did not treat you as a maid. If you want to continue to follow, treat yourself as our partner!"

Romney took two steps first, suddenly remembered something, turned around and told him in the morning light.

"yes!"

Margarice looked up at Romney. In the sunlight, Romney had extraordinary charm at this time.

That is light, that is holy, that is… no one has ever taken his own equality seriously.

"Um."

Romney turned around and left this time without stopping.

What he didn't know was that after Romney left, Margarice was murmuring two words in a daze.

partner.

Romney walked out of the residential area and after walking for more than ten minutes, he arrived at the sacred temple located on the top of the mountain in front of the holy mountain.

At this time, the sacred temple was once again crowded with people.

The pilgrims who climbed the mountain at night and those who came in the morning all lined up to wait, just to pray and bless them in the temple of the Holy One.

Romney doesn't need to line up.

This is the privilege of the Son.

So he walked straight into the Temple of the Holy God and came to the Pope.

"Romney, you're here!"

The Pope just finished a prayer, and after retreating from the pilgrimage crowd, he told Romney in a warm voice.

"Yes, Godfather, I'm here."

Romney nodded and saluted, as he had seen him.

“Sleep well?”

The Pope looked at Romney's energetic look, not as if he was drunk last night.

“Sleep well.”

Romney didn't know that the Pope was recalling last night, but just answered in response.

"Well, that's good."

"By the way, I heard you went out last night and brought back a little lion with only wings, right?"

The Pope hmmed for a moment, suddenly remembered something, and asked again.

"Yes, I'm very surprised, too. I wanted to release the animals, but Grace advised me to raise them first."

Romney did not hide it, after all, this was not a big deal.

"Yes, Gris advised him right."

"I didn't realize she had such a good vision."

"If you guessed correctly, you must have gone to a pool last night and met a woman as beautiful as a goddess, right?"

The Pope was first surprised by Gris's vision, and then began to talk about some kind of legend.

"The Godfather knows?"

"Yes, I really seemed to meet a beautiful woman in a hazy dim way."

"But I fell asleep soon, and then I didn't know what happened."

Romney didn't expect that the Pope knew even this, and he was surprised and didn't think about how the Pope knew. It was just Margarice, or the nuns at any time told the Pope.

Therefore, there was no concealment and he directly told the scene he met when he was half asleep and half awake last night.

But he did not tell that the woman was taking a bath. After saying this, it was hard to explain it.

"Well, that's right."

"You must have broken into the Secret Realm of the Demon Yue Pool where the Holy Golden Feather Lion lives last night."

"That is the only connecting area that overlaps the holy mountain in the secret realm where she lives."

"It is said that every time the Demon Yue Pool appears, the Holy Golden Feather Lion, the divine beast of the Holy Golden Feather Lion, will personally give her beloved daughter as the contracted demon pet after recognizing the God-Selected Person who entered the Secret Realm."

"I think your little lion is the beloved daughter of the Holy Golden Feather Lion."

"And, you should have signed a contract with it now, but you haven't noticed it yet."

The Pope recalled the stories of the past and slowly told the secrets hidden on the holy mountain in front of Romney.

"Huh? Godfather, hasn't this holy golden feather lion been in the Holy Mountain all the time?"

"How could I go to the Secret Realm of Demon Yue Pool to meet it?"

"I also sobered up my urine last night..."

When Romney heard the story told by the Pope, he did not grasp the focus of the Holy Golden Feather Lion's Love Girl. Instead, he was surprised by the Demon Pleasure Pool, the Secret Realm, etc.

He was puzzled and kept thinking, "Is it possible that I drink fake urine?"

Vomit, then what kind of urine is that?

...

"The urine of the Holy Golden Feather Lion?"

"sober up?"

"Oh, you're talking about golden zhihua, stewed mountain stream stones, and stewed with broken bark tree crown grass, let's sober up the holy mountain soup!"

"That's not the sacred golden feather lion's urine, it's just that some people call this sobering soup like this."

The Pope was first surprised that Romney could drink urine, and then realized that he must have been drinking authentic sober soup.

It was just that the person who sent the soup was confused and mixed the nickname and name together.

"Ah, this is fine."

"But, my godson still smelled a stinking smell of urine, so what's going on?"

"Then, you might have actually drunk urine."

"ah?!"

"Hahaha, kidding."

"Don't worry about that much, have breakfast with the godfather."

"Okay! I'm just hungry."

"Hungry? I remember that the nuns would go to the guest house in the morning to deliver breakfast. Didn't you have any? I didn't eat it at all?"

"Ah, that, I just missed it."

"Well, that's good. Godfather is afraid that you will eat too much."

“Eat too much?”

"Yes, the breakfast delivered by the guests is usually calculated based on the seats, which should be enough for twelve people to eat."

"Twelve people are full?! How can they eat?"

"Who can eat it?"

"Oh, no, I was amazed that I actually needed a breakfast mat to feed the guests."

"Hahaha, it's not about feeding, it's about eating well. Those who come and go to the holy mountain are all dignitaries. As lords, we naturally have to treat everyone well."

“Guru……Guru….”
Chapter completed!