Chapter 646 43. Church Cleaning
“How are you going to sell us?”
The hairless werewolf stared at Annan, and the other weirdos were gathered together, staring at Annan.
If they were not afraid of the power of the warden, they would have crushed Annan to ashes...
"Why do you think so? I have been thinking of ways to rescue you, and I just had New progress... work for the warden."
"What do you mean?" Candlehead asked.
"The warden thinks that the church needs to be cleaned. I worked hard to get the opportunity from him to lead you to clean the church. Don't waste my painstaking efforts."
The weirdos feel that something is wrong, but They can indeed freely enter the church that was previously a restricted area...
For the sake of the enlarged range of activities, some weirdos agreed to Annan... and some refused, such as the weirdest ones who were most like humans.
"Then you can continue to stay in the dungeon for thirty-four years." Annan watched it walk out.
"What do you mean?" The weird man stopped.
"I saw a piece of parchment from the warden's desk, recording the time that each prisoner will be held." Annan had no burden for deception and weirdness.
"How old am I?" Slug asked.
"Twelve years." Slug was a child before his death, and Annan didn't make it up for too long.
"What about me?" the sketchpad wrote on the sketchpad.
"You're just like a slug."
"How old am I?" asked the hairless werewolf.
"Twenty-eight years." It looked like it had been in a lot of trouble.
Other weird people asked, and Annan gave the answer.
“Have you forgotten how many times it lied to us!” The weird man still didn’t believe it, “I’m afraid you have forgotten the time when you made it up now, right?”
"Thirty-four years for you, twelve years for Slug and Drawing Board..." Annan said smoothly.
He is a warlock, not a warrior with more muscles than brains in his head.
The weird man asked unwillingly: "What evidence do you have?"
"I can let you enter the church, doesn't that count as evidence?"
In the end the weird man was still I gave in, what if what it said was true...
The other prisoners believed it, and it would be unsociable not to do so.
Leading them into the church, the warden did not appear.
Annan stopped working and started staring at them with the Burnt Girl. It's not an easy task, and weirdos always mess things up in unexpected places.
For example, when cleaning up the lounge, the candle end almost set the curtains on fire, and the dripping water caused the weird man who moved the bench to slip.
Annan had no choice but to assign tasks to them: the hairless werewolves carried things because they were strong, the ones who fell into the water were responsible for sprinkling water on the ground, and the candle head followed behind and wiped the floor.
Rope Weird put on a wet towel and climbed up the pillar to clean the hard-to-reach parts. The slug needs to be careful not to be stepped on by other monsters - but it says that it is not weak - and it expands into a giant slug like a slime.
The weird busyness has made the long-dormant Church of Order lively again. When they cleaned the entire church, they fell into silence as they looked at the ground reflecting everything and the smooth new church.
I wonder if you remember everything you once had as a human being?
Annan didn't chase them out anymore. He went to the deepest room on the second floor alone and opened the carved wooden door with sunlight.
“I’m done.”
The Archbishop of Valencia raised his head with a half-smile: "Let weirdness clean the church for you?" "Let the existence of chaos obey order. What else is more in line with the teachings of the Church of Order?"
"Warlocks are always good at giving speeches."
Annan always accepts stereotypes of compliments with an open mind.
“What is the third commission?”
"This is the last commission." The Archbishop of Valencia revealed a flash of memory, "I am a good bishop and a good believer, but not a good father."
"I once dedicated everything I had to the Lord of Order. , sow His will, and pray to ascend to His Kingdom of God in the future. But after the turbulent years, everything is meaningless... My soul has been polluted and I can never return to the Kingdom of God.
< br>Annan thought he wanted to free the "Warden" himself, but the Archbishop of Valencia talked about a family that did not have much weight in his past.
"My wife is the daughter of a count. Our daughter inherited our gift and was born to be a priest. But after her wife died, she chose to become a mage... I know she was complaining about me, but at that time I had no time to deal with family affairs..."
"Today is her birthday, I originally wanted to leave it to My daughter..."
As a result, the Archbishop of Valencia on January 17 could not imagine that just three months after the spell was completed, the gods lost contact. Three years later, Lost City is in crisis.
The Archbishop of Valencia on January 17 even witnessed the fall of Lost City and his own death.
“We will ignore the things we have and only sigh when we lose them...”
The current Archbishop of Valencia has lost his aura of divinity and looks like a real father ...I just don’t know if it’s too late yet.
"Do you want me to find your daughter?"
Normally Annan wouldn't mind cultivating a relationship with the Archbishop's daughter, but not now: "I'm afraid your third commission will have to wait, and I have to leave temporarily."
The Archbishop of Valencia's eyes were filled with emotion. ask.
The two days of contact made Annan feel that the Archbishop of Valencia can be trusted, and he said frankly: "I am actually saving the princess..."
Annan found that the princess was haunted by strange things, and it took two He was told about the decontamination of powerful and weird human nature. So I came here, wanting to get the true body of the "Warden".
The princess does not have much time, Annan has wasted several days...
"It's easy...to complete the last commission, I can give you a weird body." The Archbishop of Valencia looked at Annan, "But not to find my daughter...but to accompany her."
The Archbishop of Valencia handed a bookmark made of seven-color flowers to Annan: "Activate it, and you will enter today and play the role of me accompanying my daughter."
"Me?"
"Don't worry about failure, you will start early in the morning when you mess up, and the real time will not change."
"But why should I do it instead of you?"
"I said before...I can only stay here because of the accident."
"What is the meaning?"
Annan asked in confusion. Even if he perfectly plays the role of a father on January 17th... he will only be satisfied with his daughter on January 17th.
In reality his daughter knows nothing.
“There is no point. Valencia on January 17 only has to accompany his daughter on January 17,” said the Archbishop of Valencia.
Annan's eyes fell on the seven-color flower: "I thought you would let me find your daughter in reality."
The Archbishop of Valencia smiled: "Go, after it is completed, you will get me The weird identity of commitment..."
"It's myself"
(End of this chapter)