I Will Eventually Inherit the Archbishop of Heaven

"Ah... Kallen... my Kallen..."

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Ten minutes later, Otto tidied up his appearance and glanced at the murderer, Qiyana.

"I said, little Qiyana, do your eyes grow on the back of your head? You can't see me standing there as a living person?"

He rested his hand on his forehead and gritted his teeth.

Otto, who has re-groomed, looks the same as the original image of an elegant and handsome man. The only regret is that there are still slight marks on his face from being run over by tires that have not disappeared.

Totally ruined the image.

"Sorry, I really didn't see it."

Kiyana didn't care.

"Oh? Why do I feel like you did it on purpose?"

"Bishop Otto, please don't spitting blood. You obviously had to stand there and touch my porcelain. How can you say that I did it on purpose." Qiyana retorted weakly: "From when I drove the motorcycle to when I hit you During this period of time, you obviously have enough... Huha~~!"

Before she could finish her sentence, she couldn't help but covered her mouth and yawned a big yawn, with crystal tears shining faintly in her slightly tired eyes.

As if influenced by Kiyana, Yan, who had been standing next to her silently and exuding a lazy demeanor from the beginning to the end, couldn't help but yawned, unable to hide his distress.

"...you two are... staying up all night?"

Otto saw the tired look of the two of them who seemed to have not slept all night, and his eyes were surprised.

"No, it was just a little more communication last night."

Yan rubbed his eyes, his face full of sleepiness.

What happened last night made him toss and turn in bed and couldn't fall asleep. He didn't feel a little sleepy until it was dark, but after a few hours, he was covered with the same faint dark circles again. Kiana kicked open the door and cried out.

Without saying a word, she was dragged onto her beloved little motorcycle, and rode the wind and waves all the way here.

Fortunately, the streets of the floating island extend in all directions, there is no sign of traffic jams at all, and the accelerator does not slow down all the way.

The only problem is that it hits someone.

Facts have proved that speeding fatigue driving is a big taboo!

"comminicate?"

Otto was taken aback for a moment, glanced at the two suspiciously, and then suddenly realized: "Oh~! Cough cough! Um... I see."

He nodded solemnly, glanced at Yan with admiration, and then glanced at Kiyana with a smile on his face, the expression on his face was like a rainbow after rain, as if he had met a happy event.

After receiving Kiyana's message, Otto was still puzzled, wondering if the end is coming or the world is going to be destroyed?Well, why is this eldest lady suddenly unable to think about teaching her family's unique knowledge to her own son?

But now he understands that the feelings are all from his own family and have not been rumored!

"Hey! Tell me clearly, what do you know?"

Qiyana felt uncomfortable being stared at by his strange eyes, subconsciously clenched her fists, her eyes were dangerous.

"Don't worry, little Qiyana. I guarantee that no one will know about this matter except those present." Otto replied with a smile that said nothing, immediately refreshed: " I probably understand the situation, but remember to pay attention to your body."

"There is an old saying in China that the body is the capital of revolution!"

He waved his hand and turned around: "Let's go, I'll take you to the Destiny Arsenal."

"Hey! Stop for me!"

93: Baby, keep working hard!

Led by Otto, Yan and Kiyana entered a magnificent rococo church.

Looking around, the whole body here is made of fiber metal, and the outer wall reflects a silvery white luster in the sunlight.Sixteen embossed red pillars support the arched dome, and the stained glass extending from the zenith depicts winged angels imprisoned in chains, and a radiant crystal chandelier hangs in midair, reflecting Ancient frescoes on the wall.

This is a rather classical building, which is quite different from the modern sci-fi style buildings on the floating island.

"Have you been knocked out of your mind? I asked you to take us to the arsenal, not to appreciate the architectural style."

Kiyana frowned, complaining mercilessly.

Yan felt that she said that her father was a little too much, so she couldn't help reaching out and poking her waist. As a result, Qiyana's body froze suddenly, straightened her back like an electric shock, and froze for a second before suddenly turning her head and staring , slapped off the hand on the waist fiercely.

Yan shrugged helplessly, raised the stamina potion in his hand and became bored by himself.

On the way here, Amber somehow got two bottles of stamina potions and handed them to them, and Ion still had some impressions of them.After the end of the First World War in Florence, Youlandelle gave him a pot on his way back to the floating island. According to her, this is a stamina potion specially developed by Destiny for the Valkyries, which can effectively relieve fatigue.

However, Ian still vaguely remembered that the last can tasted sweet, but this one had a slightly sour taste.

Is it possible that this kind of thing has many flavors?

"Don't be so anxious, since you want to choose a weapon, you must choose the best one!"

Otto gestured to Hoha with his eyes, and Koha nodded slightly. She had already stood in her position and pressed the mechanism hidden in the dark.

"The weapons in the Destiny Armory are good enough for ordinary Valkyries, but they are far from enough for my son."

There was an undisguised pride on his face, even more proud than being number one on the "Karen Fantasy" points leaderboard.

As the voice fell, the ground of the church suddenly trembled at a very slight frequency, the crystal chandelier on the dome shone with dazzling light, and the sixteen relief pillars emerged with complicated lines like dragons and snakes, faintly coming from under the earth. The roar of the giant steel beast seemed like a ghost about to break free from hell.

Immediately afterwards, the mechanical hub that seemed to be spliced ​​and combined suddenly separated, and the ground of the entire hall burst out like a bronze bell, and it was separated from the surrounding buildings layer by layer. With the pull of the chain and the bite of the gears, the invisible feeling of falling spread. Come, together with all the surrounding scenes, it seems to have surfaced from the deep sea, only itself is sinking.

"I've lived on the floating island for so many years, and I never knew there was such a place."

Kiyana looked around and said lightly.

"Who doesn't have a little secret of their own?"

Otto spread his hands and said relaxedly: "Speaking of which, your mother Cecilia has also been here."

"Mother?"

Qiyana's eyes froze for a moment, she didn't expect to hear her mother's name here.

"Yeah, that was a long time ago." Otto said with emotion: "I still remember that I handed over the black abyss and white flowers to her. At that time, your father was still a rebellious boy. When he was young, he escaped from the destiny and traveled all over the world, but it is precisely because of this that he was able to meet your mother."

Kiyana listened silently, approached the edge involuntarily, stretched out her hand gently, and stroked the wall that her mother had also touched at some point in the past.

In the dim light, the deep blue in her eyes seemed to light up.

Yan looked at Kiyana's back and was about to say something when suddenly a pair of hands pressed on his shoulder.

When he turned his head, Otto stared at him with a smile on his face, his expression was quite intriguing.

——It's like learning that one of your own cubs stole a Chinese cabbage.

Yan was taken aback by his father's expression, and subconsciously wanted to run away.

"Why are you running?"

Otto grabbed Ian and looked at him strangely, and then his eyes became full of gossip.

He glanced at Qiyana not far away, and asked furtively, "Tell Dad, what did you 'communicate' last night?"

"...It's just a normal conversation."

Yan squinted at Otto, who didn't look like a Catholic bishop at all, and called him truthfully.

"Come on." Otto expressed his disbelief clearly: "You can make her decide to teach you spear fighting skills just by talking about it? This is a family tradition of the Kaslana family! It has never been passed down from generation to generation!"

"……real or fake?"

Yann was a little dazed, and subconsciously glanced at Qiyana: "But I really just chatted with her for a while, or were we talking?"

"Really?"

"real!"

"Then, has anything happened to you in the past week or so? The lonely man and the widow are in the same room, so there will inevitably be some sparks?"

Yaen cast a sideways glance at the gossip-filled man, inexplicably recalling the memory of accidentally breaking into the bathroom on the first day and seeing him all, with a slightly embarrassed look on his face.

"Yeah, there's nothing worth talking about."

Otto stared at him for a while, then sighed helplessly, and reached out to pat his cub on the shoulder.

"The revolution has not yet succeeded, comrades still need to work hard."

What is this all about?

"Speaking of which, I still don't know what is the purpose of your marriage contract with us."

A look of doubt appeared in Yan's eyes.

"Do you still need a reason to help your son find a good wife?"

Otto gave him a thumbs up and said in a low voice: "From my father's experience, this kind of girl who looks so cold is actually the best strategy!"

"Just hold her in your arms at the right time! Say some sweet words, and finally have an emotional resonance."

He had a plan on his face: "Take it steadily!"

"...You seem to understand well?"

"A little bit, a little bit!"

Otto suddenly smiled shyly, but with a smile, the exaggeration on his face disappeared, and turned serious and nostalgic.

He stared at the lonely back of Kiyana caressing the invisible wall, and seemed to see the caged bird imprisoned in a small side in a trance.

The sky is blue and the world is vast, but the young figure is bound in a high wall, and no one cares about it.

"Actually, for a little girl like Qiyana who lacks love, all she needs is a sincere word and a gentle hug."

Otto shook his head, as if he was talking about her, but also about himself.

Finally, he let out a deep breath, as if he wanted to pour out all the complicated emotions in his heart.

"In short, come on."

Yaen nodded with half understanding, opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but felt the ground tremble suddenly.

"We have arrived."