Can't Su

"Swift! I thought you were the only one who was sincere to me." The low sobbing sound echoed in the silent church. It was a female voice that sounded extraordinarily sweet. Sweet as apple pie out of the oven.

Qin Su sighed silently in his heart, and lowered his head to stare at the delicate and lovely girl in front of him. Before he could speak, he was interrupted by fierce words.

"Are you approaching me because of the power of the Gary family! So are all those sweet words lying to me?"

The girl in front of her was wearing a red floor-length dress, revealing her white and tender shoulders and delicate collarbone. Her long golden hair was coiled upwards and combed meticulously.The clear emerald green eyes were covered by thick eye shadow, and the overly red lips lost her original charm.This is an over-mature attire that doesn't suit her, like a child who steals an adult's clothes, which looks a bit nondescript.The tears that flowed down ran across the heavy makeup on her face, making her look even more embarrassed.

"Swift! You're a coward! I hate you! I'll never see you again!" Lydia, who didn't get an answer, finally couldn't bear it, covered her face, turned and ran out of the church.She held the long skirt in one hand and covered her nose and lips with the other to suppress her urge to cry, and fled her best first love in a hasty gesture.

Qin Su, who was a little dumbfounded by the sudden situation, shook his head, oh, I learned from the little girl that she should be called Swift now.

Swift didn't rush to look around. He looked at the girl's back and sighed, then turned his head to look at the blurred statue in the middle.Only then did he unhurriedly start looking at the memory of the original owner and the plot of this world.

This is a love and marriage novel, telling the story between Lydia, the youngest daughter of Earl Gary's family, and the philandering Duke of Holt, the younger brother of the current king who will become king in the future.Swift, on the other hand, is a dark-haired commoner with an ominous symbol in the eyes of the people of Sanchell.Now he is a priest or a priest.It can be said that Lydia helped him a lot by becoming a priest. The ignorant Lydia was attracted by Swift, but unfortunately Lydia had a marriage contract with the Duke, so the two eloped and were finally chased back by the furious Duke.The murderous duke held the wedding directly, and by the way "promoted" Swift to become the bishop of his jurisdiction, serving in the church near his residence.At the same time, the two of them are strictly guarded, and private corners are not allowed.

Lydia cleverly sneaked out at a certain banquet and wanted to elope with Swift, but was ashamed after being rejected.The plot thus unfolded, and the disheartened Lydia was finally moved by the seemingly romantic but affectionate Holt, and the two sweetly became a model couple of the empire.So... Swift is the cannon fodder of cannon fodder.

The identity that the system finds for me is getting more and more tricky, but... what about this time's wish?

[Drip - Detecting a special situation in this world, the task is temporarily changed to: discover the golden treasure house Sein.Task reminder: no need to force, let nature take its course] Special circumstances?Gold Treasure Sein?Is it a treasure?Seems like a lot of fun.

"Tap, tap, tap..." Just as he was thinking, footsteps came from the left.The person's footsteps were a bit frivolous, and he could smell the strong perfume smell on the person before he approached.

Swift turned his head to look at the man coming out of the confessional.This is a man with long blond hair. His hair is loosely tied into a bunch and loosely scattered in front of him. He is wearing a white military uniform. The buttons on his chest have not been buttoned up meticulously, and a large area of ​​looseness reveals the white color inside. The shirt, but the shirt inside is also unraveled, revealing the collarbone and a small piece of white skin.

"Bishop Swift." There was a little teasing in the man's brown eyes, and there seemed to be a little ambiguity in the name when he spit out the title with the tip of his tongue. His low and hoarse voice could almost arouse the throbbing of the ladies' hearts in an instant.

"Duke Leslie." Looking at the appearance of the humanoid Chun Yao, he knew that he was the hero of this world, Holt Leslie with blond hair and brown eyes, known as "Duke Rose".After a brief moment of entertaining himself with the "cold and abstinent" persona, Swift nodded at Leslie, and then turned her gaze back to the statue again.

The cathedral is very empty at night, and today is a rainy day, and the whole cathedral can feel the sticky smell brought by the cold wind blowing outside the door.Only the candle flames constantly beating in the wind bring a touch of warm color, and also give the statue a gentle taste.

"It's disrespectful to look directly at the statue of God like that, huh? Swift." Holt was surprised that the guy's attitude towards him was completely different from the previous one.The cowardly and snobbish marketer just now was like his illusion.

And I have to say that although Swift is barely handsome, his demeanor can make people ignore his appearance.No wonder the little princess who has never experienced love can be fascinated like this.This was Holt's first time coming to contact Swift, and he didn't even bother to talk to him before, if someone hadn't come to tell him that the little princess had run away today.

Swift didn't answer, he just stared at the statue quietly as if he didn't hear what Holt was saying at all.

"Is it to make my dear Lydia give up? That's why you show such a cowardly and snobbish look on purpose?" Holt didn't care, he rubbed his chin and guessed with interest, and then he took care of himself He laughed spontaneously, "Didn't you think that you people who dedicated your body and mind to the God of Light would be so affectionate?"

"Well, let's make a deal." Holt looked at Swift's pair of pure green eyes, which were the opposite of the black hair. These eyes, which looked somewhat similar to his brother's, made him feel a little uncomfortable. Joy.

"You go to Esculli to preach and spread the teachings of our Saint Cher light god to other small countries." He paused, as if wondering if it was worth it, "Three years later, if you can do my I won't restrict you anymore. How about it?"

This time Swift finally made a move. He turned his head to look at Holt, a trace of unknown emotion flashed in his eyes, and then nodded: "Deal."

"A wise choice, dear Bishop Swift." Holt showed a satisfied smile, his long blond hair was thrown behind him, he played with the ring on his finger and turned to walk towards the door of the church, "Then, in two days God, I will send someone to protect your safety."

"You know, this world is not peaceful. Come back alive, my bishop."

After leaving ambiguous words, Holt walked out of the church with a low smile.It was raining heavily outside, covering everything in a curtain of water. Lite was relieved after holding an umbrella for the Duke and sending him into the carriage. The hero and heroine disappeared one after another at the banquet. If the Duke hadn’t been there. If Tune's image makes people think distorted, he doesn't know how to deal with the group of nobles who talk so much.

"Damn it's raining." The Duke cursed angrily from inside the carriage, "Oh, it's so dirty."

The author has something to say:

[This world is empty!Overhead!Overhead!Say important things three times! 】The background and the like will be drawn out later. I originally wanted to set it in the Middle Ages, but the author is illiterate and doesn’t like medieval clothes.

This is a world where kingship reigns supreme!Also, Holt is not affected!Although Lizi, I really like him, hahaha, this is a cleanliness~

============= Small Theater =============

Holt: Bishop Swift~

Swift: ...

Holt: Swift!

Swift: ...

Holt: S~W~F~T~

Swift: ...

Holt: dear~love~da~

Swift: (kick) I'm still digesting the setting of this world, don't make trouble!

The genuine subject who didn't play: (angry) Holt, come here, I'll beat you to death!

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