How I Ruled the World by Cooking

In the end, the two Templars didn't dare to say anything, they lowered their heads and followed behind the archbishop as in an ordinary situation.None of the mentors had the opportunity to contact even the lower gods. Looking at the scepter in the archbishop's hand, they thought it was the staff bestowed on him by the goddess of ice and snow. That's why this person appeared here alone, saving the scepter that was almost blown away. Internship team.

The students were even less knowledgeable, and only Nathaniel Christian noticed the anomaly, but kept silent about it.The five members of the team were panting in shock, and Arnold Owen sat on the ground exhausted. For some reason, he seemed to be exhausted, and his state was worse than that of Jeffrey Cecil of the fire department.

As usual, Jeffrey Cecil had already grasped this point and ridiculed all the injuries he had suffered during the cold.However, he opened his mouth a few times and couldn't utter a single word, which was also not much better now. In the end, he could only shut his mouth angrily, keep this matter in his heart, and recover first before speaking.

Mary Harris and Zenia Williams approached tremblingly. As non-combatants, they have been kept behind by various academy teams, and the impact they received was far less severe than them.At this time, the students of the Department of Medicine and Food acted quickly, and those who still had a little strength ran to build a stove to light a fire, and brought hot water to other students who were exhausted.

Arnold Owen smiled at the hot water handed over by Mary Harris, in exchange for the girl blushing and bowing her head.Seeing this, Olthea Hill blew a feeble whistle, but it broke in the second half, and Robert Alfred laughed loudly.Even Nathaniel Christian looked back and forth between several people several times, and finally couldn't help showing a relieved smile.

"We're still alive." He acted as if he didn't notice that his uncle was around, and stayed with his teammates to talk, "Unfortunately, the captain didn't know where he went."

"Sister, how could something be wrong." Arnold Owen drank the hot water in one go, and unexpectedly found that there was a faint sweet and sour aroma of berries in it. He said casually, "He must have more skills."

Robert Alfred's face froze, it was too late to cover his mouth.

Several other people were confused by his title, Zeniya Williams tentatively asked: "My lord...?"

"Uh." Arnold Owen's face is now almost the same color as his own hair.His whole body began to become stiff, and under the curious eyes of everyone, he tried to ask for help from the senior who had the same experience.However, to his despair, Robert Alfred also looked at him with the same eyes as everyone else, showing an expression of not knowing what you are talking about but feeling so powerful, it is clear that he is going to die, Fellow Daoist Immortal and poor, draw a clear line with him.

Master Owen finally realized that at noon that day, Robert Alfred was standing in Geoffrey Cecil's tent, eating spicy strips and singing [No, and then saw him leading Eugene Walker in , the feeling when standing in front of you.

He began to feel deeply guilty... No wonder!

Even if time goes back, he will still drag the senior into the water without hesitation!Maybe try to drag a few more!Can drag a few drag a few!

The brain started to run wildly, and Arnold Owen turned through countless excuses in an instant to explain his slip of the tongue just now, but they all seemed so far-fetched.Speaking of my sister?What kind of sister does he have as an only child!

Said that he longed for the warmth of his sister, so?But why do you call a boy sister like this, it sounds so perverted, doesn't it!

Otherwise, it's better to bring the senior into it. If there are two people, at least half of the embarrassment can be shared!

Just when the evil side in Arnold Owen's heart began to emerge, and it swelled up uncontrollably once it appeared, a voice like the sound of heaven sounded in his ears: "Arnold Owen, Jeffrey Cecil , Robert Alfred, Althea Hill, Nathaniel Christian, Your Excellency the Archbishop wants to see you."

Arnold Owen Teng straightened up and replied loudly: "I obey, Your Excellency the Knight Commander!"

The visitor also has silver hair of the same color as Arnold Owen, but it is not as short as his. The faces of the two are very similar, but the difference in age and experience can be seen at a glance.If there was only Arnold Irving alone, everyone who saw him would think that the young master of the Owen family was very dazzling. However, when he stood with his uncle Virginia Irving, no one would immediately Noticed him.

The head of the Knights Templar, the most powerful swordsman on the mainland today, even Anthony Hall was defeated by him back then.Virginia Irving looked at his nephew's eyes without the intimacy that a relative should have. He said with a deadpan expression, "Follow me."

Then the knight commander turned around and took a step forward. Even in the absolutely safe camp, with the Archbishop Constantine Christian sitting in command, his right hand was still pressed on the hilt of his waist at all times, even when he was walking. Will not move even a little.

"My uncle's hand is on the hilt of the sword." Arnold Owen explained to his companions, "My mother said it."

Several people were startled, and Jeffrey Cecil asked nervously, "Your uncle should be able to hear it, right?"

"He won't care about it." Catwoman stretched her waist, her body's curves were astonishing, "This is a super big piece of wood, unless you rush up to chop him right now, otherwise you won't be bothered at all."

"..." Geoffrey Cecil blushed and stopped talking.He was supposed to be a son of a nobleman, but he grew up poor by accident, and he was always reluctant to let go in front of these real noble children.

Seeing this, Catwoman giggled and leaned forward, putting her arms around his shoulders and pretending to be a big sister.The proud chest was pressed against his arms, and Geoffrey Cecil's face turned even redder. Under Robert Alfred's teasing gaze, he almost fell down directly.

But when the few people got close to the tent where the archbishop was, no one dared to make small movements anymore. They all stood there neatly and lined up in a row, shrinking tighter than a quail.

No way, even the elves of the long-lived race lived to the age of Constantine Christian, and it was almost a hundred years like humans.Some people even asserted that he had seized the godhead of a lower god during the war launched by the two supreme gods, and obtained the ability of immortality like a god, and now the so-called decay is all fake.

But no one can explain why the gods have to stay in the world for thousands of years, abandoning their transcendent status, and spending all their time in endless trivial matters.Coupled with the archbishop's habit of living in seclusion in recent years, everyone gradually acquiesced that this was a rumor, and no one believed it anymore.

"Come in." The deep voice sounded gently in everyone's ears.

Virginia Irving raised the curtain and signaled the five members of the team to go in, but she didn't follow.The curtain was lowered again, and the light suddenly became weak. Catwoman stomped her feet a little uneasily, and looked back.

"Don't be nervous." The voice said with a chuckle, and there was a calming taste in the voice, "Sit whatever you want, I just want to ask you to help me."

"Hey?!" Several people became even more nervous, and hurriedly found a place to sit down, "Looking for us, help?"

At this moment, their eyes had finally adjusted to the dim environment. The elf sitting in front of them was still wearing a dark red robe, with long hair hanging down on the ground.His appearance is somewhat similar to that of Nathaniel Christian, but he has a sense of nothingness that transcends time, as if he is just a perfect and solemn sculpture sitting there, sublime and incomparable, but he cannot Reach out.He didn't look at them, but lowered his eyes to look at something else. The shadow of his eyelashes diluted the thick color of his eyes. As far as he could see, there was a quaint scepter on his knees.

They couldn't help thinking back to Eugene's ridiculous joke, and everyone's mind was in a mess.But the archbishop's hands were covered under the robe, only a few slender fingers were exposed, so he couldn't see clearly at all.

Konstantin Christian was very clear about their confusion, and answered their doubts very simply: "Eugene Pendragon is my fiancée, we will get married after he graduates, and then resign to have children .”

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The author has something to say: Eugene: You can give birth or I can give birth?

Archbishop: There will be elves growing on the tree. When the time comes, we will pick up the one that is pleasing to the eye and raise it.

Eugene: ...Just as long as you are happy.