Miss Elf Dragon

Perotina revealed Silthvitt's identity with a smile on her face. Her lively energy was completely different from the cute, innocent and weak look she had before, and this thought flashed through Silthvitt's mind.

This girl is not a pure white angel hiding under the wings of others, but a little devil with a scythe.

Seeing Perotina's playful face, Sylvester's expression became even more grim.

"Pelotina, the daughter of the great elf Adonis and the red dragon Elena, the granddaughter of the Elf Queen, and the grandson of the sacred dragon Chogoris."

Obviously, he was more familiar with the identity of the girl in front of him.

Seeing such a chief divine son, Perotina slowly stopped laughing and became serious.

"Lord Goddess, may I ask for any advice?"

"It's not about giving advice." Silthwaite's tone was light, "But since you know that I am a god who has descended to the lower world, you should know what expectations I have for you. The Elf God is dead, and the God of Light has regained the elves. It is imperative to serve as a subordinate race. As the bridge between the Elf Forest and the Holy See, I hope you can do a good job of communication and persuasion."

"My original intention was to tell the Pope not to rush into baptizing you again, but to slowly surrender to the God of Light. The God of Light really values ​​the elves, so I don't want the Holy See to use the harsh methods of the past to kill the elves. The opportunity to sincerely change your beliefs only leaves a group of machines that produce the power of belief."

"But I also have a time limit here. Once I cross this limit, I will only pursue the results and no longer care about the process. Do you understand what I said?"

After Silthwaite finished speaking, he was satisfied to see the shock and fear in Perotina's eyes.

He is a god belonging to the God of Light, and his original body is already a god-level power with a divine status. The purpose of descending on the priests of the lower world is to better cooperate with the God of Light and realize his plan.

Having been a god for too long, he has become accustomed to doing things as directly as possible and saving as much energy as possible. So he analyzed the pros and cons with Perotina straight to the point, hoping that she would be smart enough to know what the right choice was.

And Perotina did realize the meaning of Silthwaite's words.

He means that the God of Light has great ambitions for the elves. Now he is willing to give some more time to let the elves truly change their faith and serve him as the god of the race. If he couldn't get the elves to surrender, he would have to use other methods to achieve this goal. It seems that in addition to controlling the godhead of the Elf God, the God of Light and the Holy See also have many other shady methods.

Thinking of the "machine that produces the power of faith" mentioned by Silthwaite, Perotina felt cold.

"Don't fool me like you fooled Nero. What I want is not your performance, but your sincerity. As long as you do what I say, you can expect everything from the Holy See, and even become the number one under the Pope. People are not incompetent. But if you let me down, then believe me, the result will definitely not be what you want to see."

Silthwaite's warning made Perotina start to get chills, and she felt as if she had fallen into an ice cellar.

Did she always deceive herself when she thought she was smart? Was her falsehood towards Nero so easily seen? What about Nero? When will Nero know, or has he already known, and is he cooperating? she acts

Seeing Perotina like this, Silthwaite showed a warm smile, further attacking her.

"Your acting skills are pretty good, and you also put in your emotions to make your performance more vivid and real. But many things are not just about appearances. If you think about the internal logic and rationality, you will know that you are just trying to win over Nero, not really. willing to stay in the Holy See."

Perotina was so shocked that Sylvester covered her chest and took a few steps back, no longer thinking about it.

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Dare to think about anything.

"You can actually read minds"

Silthwaite looked at Perotina and said nothing, which was his acquiescence.

Perotina stared at him blankly for a while.

She received too much information and didn't dare to think about it. Now she doesn't even know what to respond to.

Realizing that the girl in front of him had panicked, Silthwaite frowned and felt that there was no need to say anything more. Anyway, he had already said everything he wanted her to know.

"then me"

"Then do you know that I am a 15-year-old girl? I am still at an age where I just like eating meat, sleeping, and watching handsome guys."

Perotina stared at Silthvitt's face and suddenly said this.

"I like pretty people like you."

Hearing this, Silthwaite's brows knitted into a knot.

After listening to the previous words, he originally wanted to tell Perotina that her identity meant that she could not enjoy the same simple happiness as girls of the same age. After hearing the supplementary sentence, he didn't know what to say.

"Remember what I said, I'm leaving."

Saying this with a cold face, Silthwaite seemed to be running away.

Run away in despair

Pelotina looked at the back of the Chief Divine Son and couldn't help laughing. He was smiling, but tears could not help but roll in his eyes.

She raised her head, opened her eyes wide, swallowed back the tears, and tried to keep smiling.

Can't cry. Definitely can't cry. Crying at this time means admitting defeat.

Aren't you trying to scare me? Don't you think you are superior and have everything under control? Then I'll show you how the elf you thought couldn't escape turned out to be a flower in your hand.

Descendant, Pope, Holy See, God of Light

Hum, let's see along the way

After energizing herself and adjusting her mood, Pelotina felt that her whole body had calmed down, and some of her previous impatience had disappeared.

"Perhaps only in this way can we think more calmly when facing pressure, and then seriously formulate and complete plans."

Perotina whispered to herself.

Thinking of the plan, she held up the hem of her skirt and ran wildly regardless of her image.

She was going to Nero to plead for mercy and find a way for her to go out and meet the three young dragons waiting for her.

But how should I tell Nero? Will I be rejected if I tell him directly?

And does Nero know her true thoughts? Is she still trying to find a way to test it again?

And after meeting the three young dragons, would Cousin Dylan want to beat her up? After all, she gave him such a big advertisement at the canonization ceremony, saying that he was attracted by the goddess Teresa. Yes, someone will definitely make a fuss about this.

While thinking about these troublesome problems, Perotina rushed towards Nero's bedroom and dragged Victor, the exclusive knight waiting for her, at the door.

"Hurry up, hurry up, keep up"

Perotina shouted to Victor.

Yes, hurry up, hurry up.

She had a premonition that the Holy See did not have much time left for her, and she still had too much to do.