My Boss, the White-haired Nun

"Well, I'm really looking forward to it." Cecilia stood up with a bright smile on her face.

"Be happy, remember?" He didn't babble a lot like Teresa, but only urged in a flat and serious manner, holding the girl's hand with a strong and warm hand.

He said this every time before, no matter what it is, whether it can be done or not, whether it is reasonable or not, the first thing is to ask her to remember it. "Persevere, remember?", "Work harder, remember?", a strong request, not allowed to forget.

It doesn't matter if you don't understand, one day she will benefit from these exhortations.

"Well, I remember." The girl nodded quietly.I know this is the last warning.

"Then let's go." Gong Ming chuckled, took the girl's hand, and opened the door in front of him.

They walked through the long corridor, through the red carpet and flowers on the ground, through the bright and bright sunshine, and pushed open the door of the church hall.

The Sydney Principal Orchestra began to play cheerful music, flowers and ribbons fell from mid-air, and countless guests looked at the door, looking at the bride who walked in.

"Our bride is here." At the end of the road, next to the white-haired man, Otto Apocalypse, who was wearing a priest's robe, looked at him and smiled slightly.

"Then I declare—"

"Wedding, officially begin!"

Please take a day off, double update tomorrow

Sorry something happened today.

To be honest...I'm kind of on fire right now...

Yesterday I fell asleep and missed a professional class. I have a good relationship with the teacher. The teacher didn’t remember my name, but today I found out that our academic committee had written my name and reported it to the counselor, and then said that I skipped more than seven semester hours in one semester. Remember me.

I'm really convinced... To be honest, it's not that I can't understand this kind of adolescent who likes to look for things to make a sense of presence, which shows that I'm cheating, but what you did...

Is this intentional?

I coded half a chapter today, and I can't write any more. The more I write, the more annoying I get.I have to get up early tomorrow to go to training, so I will rest first.

It will be updated tomorrow.

Chapter 320 Seven He Will Let You Down, I Guaranteed

The wedding went smoothly, there was neither a bad boy riding a motorcycle to intercept the wedding car to blow up the axle, nor a male second who shouted "I don't agree" to break into the church to take Zig away and run away.

Most of the guests who came here today are also of extraordinary identities. Although Cecilia and Siegfried originally intended to keep a low profile, they, as the bishops of Destiny, did not want to lose this opportunity of publicity, and even sent invitation letters to the governments of various countries in advance. On the surface, the political leaders of various countries are invited to hold summit summits in Vienna, but in fact they are only invited to send delegations to attend the wedding banquet.

The representative sent by the British side was Her Royal Highness the First Princess Anne. The reason was that Queen Victoria II felt cold and should not travel far.Over the years, Victoria has spared no effort to train Her Royal Highness, and has begun to let her represent the United Kingdom on many important occasions. Her Royal Highness has also lived up to expectations, as elegant and capable as the Queen.

Cecilia was very pleasantly surprised by the arrival of Her Highness the Princess. They seemed to have a good appetite for each other. Over the years, they have become very good pen pals.It's just that Cecilia, who is relatively young, is already married now, and Anne, who is now 27 years old, is still in her boudoir, which makes her feel quite melancholy.

The toasts were mixed, and the guests of honor had a good time.

However, at this harmonious and happy time, the oldest witness in the banquet disappeared inexplicably from everyone's sight, hid in a corner, and quietly drank from a glass.

"That's great, Nicholas." Otto held the wine glass, avoided the lively crowd in front of him, and walked to Gong Ming's side. "How long has it been since we sat together and watched such a lively scene? It must have been hundreds of years?"

"Hundreds of years? I don't think so, but it must have been a long time." Gong Ming picked up his wine glass and took a sip. "Actually, it's pretty good. Since I hate seeing each other, it's better not to see each other, isn't it?"

There was a clear sense of rejection in his words, and he clearly didn't like Otto who appeared by his side.

"But when people get old, it's easy to like to think about the past." However, Otto smiled as if he didn't care at all, and he seemed to be a little drunk with his wine glass.

"Especially for an old guy like me who doesn't have many old friends around."

"Recall the past, okay." Gong Ming raised his eyebrows. "In the entire human history, there are not many old things who have lived to the age of the two of us, and we can't talk about what they are like in general. But at this age, they are still immersed in memories. It's really shameful. .”

"Young people live in the future, old people live in the past, and only middle-aged people live in the present," Otto chuckled. "I'm already this old, is it strange to live in the past?"

"It's not surprising." Gong Ming nodded lightly, and replied in this way: "It's just embarrassing."

"Hahahahaha—" the blond man laughed. "This sharp tone, this kind of merciless ridicule, is really familiar, Nicholas, didn't you laugh at me like this back then? Why? After more than 500 years, are you still using this old way to educate students? Is it true? Would it be too dated?"

"Did you come to see me just to talk about this?" Gong Ming raised his brows, "Is it a little too boring?"

"Boring? I don't think so." Otto slowly restrained the smile on his face. "For me, there is nothing more important than the memory of 500 years ago."

"..."

Gong Ming was silenced by this sentence, and for a moment he didn't know how to answer this sentence.He is the person who knows Otto's past best, so he naturally understands what this sentence means to Otto.

He naturally knew that this was not good, but he just couldn't say such words, the words were too pale for the person in front of him, so pale that Gong Ming couldn't even speak.

"I have always had a question, Nicholas." He looked at Gong Ming, stared at him seriously and asked, "Didn't you support me and Kallen at the beginning? Why did you later support Kallen and Yae?" What about Sakura."

"The reason..." Gong Ming hesitated for a while. "The Sri Lankan man has passed away. Is there any point in saying this now?"

"Of course it makes sense." The blond man chuckled. "Even if you don't talk about what Kallen means to me, this is a question that determines why I was rejected by you. Isn't it important?"

"..."

Gong Ming's fingers holding the wine glass trembled slightly, and he slightly shifted his gaze under Otto's gaze. After a moment of silence, he answered softly.

"Actually, there are not too many reasons. The main reason is that I don't want to interfere with Kallen's own choice. She chooses her own future. This is what I thought at the time."

He didn't want to look at the man beside him, so he just quietly stared at the wine glass in his hand.

"But in fact, I was really not very satisfied with you at that time. I was very optimistic about you when you were young. I think you will be a gentle person in the future, and you should be able to take good care of Karen. But to be honest, your role in the black death experiment really dissatisfied me, and what really disappointed me with you was actually the incident on the execution ground. Karen married you, but there's no point in that after that..."

He closed his eyes.

"You've let me down, Otto."