"Are you crazy?" Salomon changed into a handbag. Although such a large bag of things was not too heavy in his hand, it made his hands hurt. He pointed to his head and said, "Or it would be that you thought I was crazy and would agree to your conditions."

"This is not a condition, it is a request." Father Moru sighed.

It was not until this time that Salomon discovered that the priest seemed very tired. His lips were white, dry and cracked, and his forehead was covered with sweat. Every time he blinked, it seemed that he needed to stretch out some heavy objects every time he opened his eyes. However, Salomon did not use the impolite method of mind reading to peek into Father Moru's ideas. He made up his mind to refuse, and staying here to talk was just a matter of politeness.

"You can treat it as a tourist invitation, and your air tickets, tickets and accommodation are all in charge of the church." said the priest who rarely wears clergy clothing. "If you go to Rome, you can live in the Castle of Gundolver, where there are many small towns built on the hills of Albany, where you can buy local vegetables. You can also choose to visit Albany Crater Lake, which is the Vatican Observatory or the Pope's private garden; if you go to London..."

"I live in London." Salomon waved his idle hand, as if driving away the flies that had been annoying.

"Okay, but I still recommend you go to Rome instead of London. The Anglican Church is just a social group." Father Moru forced a smile. "I don't really want to criticize the former Pope, after all, that's my former spiritual leader. But I want me to say that the current Pope is much humble than the former Pope, and I think you can talk to him."

"I am not in seminary, Moru. I am studying physics. I choose to use mathematics and reason to understand the world, rather than a religion that produces ignorance out of fear. Yes, out of fear—even in this world with true God, worship of God is also ignorant. You cannot be afraid of this person just because a person is shining with golden light and will call thunder, even if this person is really God. Fear produces fear, fear produces worship, worship produces ignorance, and reason is missing." Salomon said, "In my opinion, there is almost no difference between religion and modern pursuit of idols. It is believed that human concepts and orders of good and evil come from worship of God. It is God who planned the social nature of man. This is undoubtedly an irrational view. Can you say which idol planned the good and evil of man?"

"Francis wants to talk to you." Moru ignored Salomon's repeated criticism, because the Secret Mage said these words more than once. "Even if you don't like religion, then it's okay to listen to the wisdom of an elder? Pope Francis is not the kind of clergy who is arrogant. On the contrary, he cares very much about the lives of the general public. Talk to him, Salomon, no one will force you to do anything, it's just a conversation."

"Is he talking properly and politely?"

"Yes, he is very polite."

"Can he use knife and fork?"

"Of course."

"Oh, that's really awesome person." Salomon did not take the silver dove handed over by Moru. "I will go. You just need to expect the current pope to live longer. Don't come again, Moru, I don't welcome clergy here."

"Don't our wedding be held in the church?" After Salomon informed the witch about what had just happened, Beyonetta's question caught him off guard.

"Didn't you say a few days ago that you have to have a hundred years of dating?" Salomon put the things in his hand into the refrigerator and sat on the sofa, close to Beyonetta. "Joan of Arc said the same thing. It is said that everyone has such a long life, and dating can be at least a hundred years."

"Boya, how can girls take the words seriously? Even so, someone will have to host the wedding." Beyonetta put down the fashion magazine in her hand. She was the only woman who could support purple and rose-red eyeshadows. She was still trying more bold colors recently. The magazine provided a proposition that looked reliable, and Beyonetta was considering it.

She smiled while pinching Salomon's cheek, then sniffed between the secret mage's hair. After confirming that there was no odor, the witch boldly kissed Salomon's lips, and then sat back with a chuckled before Salomon kissing back, pushing the secret mage to the other side of the sofa.

[Term the Environment] This spell is a spell that must be cast in summer and winter, otherwise Salomon will be heated to death by the layers of clothes on his body. However, this magic cannot avoid the flames that the witch lights in his heart. Salomon felt a heat, and the secret mage couldn't help swallowing.

"Or, don't you want to get married?" Beyonetta blocked her lower half of her face with a magazine, and her tone was malicious. The witch in a thin pajama gently poked Salomon's thigh with her cute toes with her nail polish. Salomon saw that her eyes were full of jokes.

"Of course I want. We can ask Athena to preside over the presidency, there is no need to find any priest." Salomon grabbed the white and soft feet, and then naturally kissed the feet. Beyonetta did not pull her feet back, but let the secret wizard play with her toes.

"Hmm~ Or is it your teacher?"

"It's OK." Salomon nodded, as long as Beungita could accept the Venerable hosting the wedding in the form of the Holy Spirit. Beungita narrowed her eyes, gently retracted her long legs, and guided Salomon to approach her. When the smirking secret wizard moved on the sofa and was about to kiss the witch's collarbone, the Cheshire Cat jumped off the cat climbing frame on the other end of the living room, shaking its fat body, and howled while sprinting towards Salomon at full speed, crashing into like a shell.

As the witch laughed loudly, Salomon sighed and threw the Cheshire cat that jumped to his knee aside.

The Cheshire Cat was consuming his head in the cat's bowl before Salomon came back. When Salomon came back, it had eaten the cat food. It was sleeping soundly on the cat's crawler. After hearing the voice of the secret mage, the Cheshire Cat woke up immediately.

The pig hasn't eaten for an hour and is now clamoring to have snacks!

"Little spy!" Salomon poked Cheshire's cat's chubby head and complained, "Did Joan of Arc ask you to make trouble?"

"Meow~" The gray shorthaired cat saw that the situation was not good, so it tried to squeeze into Beyonita's arms. It seemed that it had forgotten who took it to the pet hospital for sterilization. Salomon angrily grabbed the Cheshire cat's tail, and it acted pitifully at the witch, trying to escape from its owner's punishment.

"You unscrupulous idiot, have you forgotten whose magic pet you are?" Salomon said angrily. The Cheshire Cat has not played any role in the magic pet. It can be said that the Cheshire Cat is the most useless magic pet in the world. It can be said that the Cheshire Cat is the most useful magic pet in the world. It will not do anything except bullying the foreign male cat and occupying the female cat that dominates the building.
Chapter completed!