On the revolutionary friendship between the underworld and the underworld

In front of the goddess statue, the purple-haired little loli in a white gauze skirt was holding a golden staff and closed her eyes, not knowing what she was doing, her expression was very solemn...

"Um...uh...uh..."

"Sasha, are you constipated?" His Majesty looked up from the scroll and said to the little loli in front of the goddess statue.

"Hmm... Huh—it really doesn't work..." After a period of hard work, Sasha resolutely gave up the homework assigned by the old man Sage - burning the small universe.

"Although I don't understand it very well, I also know that the method of holding my breath will never hold back the small universe," His Majesty complained again.

"Sir!" Sasha puffed up her buns and her cheeks were flushed. She was not angry because she was exposed!

"Okay, okay, I don't want to say anything." His Majesty turned his head perfunctorily and continued with the work in hand.

Little Sasha puffed her face aggressively towards the table where His Majesty was sitting, put the golden staff on her lap, and sat down just like that, no outsider would come here anyway.

She rested her cheeks on her hands, and watched intently as the waving ink pen drew a series of light or thick outlines on the scroll.

The pen is a dragon and a snake, and the ink is left blank.

The artistic conception of the ink painting was brought into full play by that person, and the unusually smooth and skillful technique made the "I don't understand what you are doing, but I feel very powerful" Sasha little girl opened her mouth wide in surprise.

"Sir, are you painting?" Sasha leaned closer to the scroll, and saw twelve palace-like buildings lined up from top to bottom on the rolling hills: "...is the painting a sanctuary? !"

"Old man... His Excellency the Pope has never allowed me to go to the Temple of the Goddess, so I took this opportunity to draw this bird's-eye view today." His Majesty bit his pen in frustration. The old man's guards have become stricter in recent years, and he has no chance. A statue of a climbing goddess, let alone a leisurely painting on it.

"It's okay, I can tell His Excellency the Pope." Sasha patted her chest and looked like she was wrapped around me. So far, the people she knew in the sanctuary can be pulled over with her fingers, and the people she knows are very few, so Subconsciously, she wanted to get close to the doctor who had fought with her.

"Thank you so much! Sasha." Hearing what Sasha said, His Majesty couldn't help but smile. With the goddess as his backer, the old man can't say anything.

At this time, Sasha was stunned for some reason. She lowered her head and grasped the golden staff on her knees. A smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. After a long time, she said softly in an inaudible voice:

"Sir, can you...call me again?"

"Sasha? Like this?" His Majesty smiled unabated.

"That's it, it really looks alike..." Sasha said in a daze, as if she suddenly came to her senses, she quickly shook her head and said, "No, it's nothing!"

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Looking at someone's smile, Sasha grabbed the hem of his skirt and hesitated for a while, finally decided to say: "Sir, you are very similar to my brother..."

Why, the portrait right of this face was stolen by someone other than his hapless brother? ——This was the first thought that crossed His Majesty's mind.

"It doesn't refer to the appearance... I can't say it, anyway, I can feel the same feeling as my brother in Mr...." Sasha raised his head and pointed to the pile of picture scrolls on the table, his eyes were full of Miss: "And my brother also likes to draw very much. Every time I don't draw until the paper and paint are used up, I will never stop. The paintings, paper and so on at home are almost piled up."

"Do you also like painting? Then I really want to get to know you." His Majesty said with a sigh as he waved his hand and put down the last stroke.

"Well, my brother is also a very gentle person, so my husband and my brother will definitely become good friends!" Sasha, who has completely let go of her heart, has a bright smile on her face. She has already decided that if she has a chance, she will She must go back to that small town again, by then she should be an adult who can take care of herself.

Brother, Pegasus...

After painting at the Temple of the Goddess, His Majesty walked towards the Pope's Hall with the scroll between his hands. I don't know if it was because he changed into a lighter training uniform, His Majesty always felt that his steps were so light that he was about to fly when he descended the steps.

"Sir, you'll fall if you walk like this," Little Lolita Sasha reminded anxiously from behind, but His Majesty continued to bounce forward as if he hadn't heard it, and kept turning his head to talk while walking.

"No, that's how I came up just now, so..." As the saying goes, extreme joy begets sorrow, and when His Majesty turned his head to speak, an unfortunate thing happened. Due to an untimely step on the air, a certain Majesty's body straightened forward He fell down, and when he was about to hit the street, his back collar was picked up by a pair of big hands.

"Sir, how old are you this year?" The golden Sisyphus said with a complicated expression.

"26, what's the matter?" His Majesty replied.

"..." Sisyphus, who knew he couldn't argue with someone on this kind of issue, still couldn't help but want to roar, so you know it too!

Because someone's appearance is basically the same as it was ten years ago, no one would feel uncomfortable even with such a naive behavior, but for Sisyphus who has been with a certain doctor since he was a candidate, seeing The peers around him have grown into mature and stable adults one after another, but a doctor who is even two years older than him has not been affected by time at all, and is still as reckless as when he first came to the sanctuary. Child-like disposition... To be honest, he is still a little envious.

"Ace, why are you here?" His Majesty, who was held by the back collar by the tall friend who broke through the sky, could easily see the silent Aspros who was thinking about something behind Sisyphus.

"I'm here to pick you up." Aspoulos smiled and stretched out his hand. Although His Majesty felt something, he obediently put his paw on his little friend's hand without thinking about it.

As soon as he shook his hand, he naturally pulled the man to his side.

"Sir, I'm coming too..." Little Sasha Lolita excitedly wanted to follow, but her sight was blocked by a pair of golden chicken wings.

"My lord goddess, you are not allowed to follow me," the helpless Sisyphus squatted in front of his little goddess and said.

"For...well..." Just as he was about to refute, but recalled Sage's big article "As a goddess, you can't go here or there, let alone contact the doctor Barabara" and so on, Sasha seemed to be venting Holding the golden rod like an angry ball, he went back to the temple sullenly.

Sisyphus also breathed a sigh of relief. Although a certain Pope made a mistake in the isolation measures, at least he must remedy it at the source.

"A Si, are you free today?" His Majesty raised his head and asked, why did the little friend who is usually so busy suddenly want to come to him today.

"I just came here to give you something back." Seeing that he had already left the Pope's Hall, Aspros handed the things he had been holding in his hand to His Majesty.

"Necklace?" His Majesty quickly touched the neck, and sure enough there was nothing there, no wonder he always felt a lot lighter on his neck.

Just when His Majesty was about to take the necklace in Aspros's hand, his hand suddenly lifted up. His Majesty was stunned that he couldn't reach it. No matter how much it was enough, the height of the necklace reached a new level. His Majesty almost reached it. Putting the whole body together, there is still an irreparable distance from the necklace.

Ha, I was tricked!Only now did His Majesty realize that he was being tricked by a serious-looking little friend!What a mistake!

"What are you doing, give it back to me quickly, or I'll beat you up," said His Majesty, puffing up his face and kicking the little friend's golden holy garment without pain.

"Where to hit? With your height, it's already very difficult to hit my shoulder." Aspoulos taunted and compared the height difference between the two.

Hearing this, His Majesty decisively took out the silver needle from his body, ready to hit his little friend's buttocks, but Aspoulos was even faster, he reached out and grabbed the two claws that were about to make trouble, and took it with his master. They pressed together on the white stone pillar behind them.

A large shadow just shrouded straight down like this, blocking all the sunlight in front of him.

"The same moves are useless against saints, haven't you heard the saying?" Aspoulos put his hands that still held the silver needles next to his ears, and then spoke condescendingly in a low tone Said.

"..." No matter how many times I've heard this sentence, it's really a rascal. Why can't the same move be used on a Saint Seiya twice? In his impression, a certain star demon king was killed with the same move. There are so many saints.

Aspros looked at the man under his command, this man who broke into his own world from a long time ago, he knew that he was not as weak and weak as he looked, but he was not strong either, and it was not enough for the golden saint to kill him Not difficult, after knowing that he is the physical body of Pluto.

Originally, he was supposed to tell the pope all about the necklace in his hand, but he didn't do so when he was in the pope's hall just now. He uttered that lie almost without the slightest hesitation. Responsibly speaking, even if it happens again, he will still choose to conceal it, knowing that this is important information related to the development of jihad...

Aspros and His Majesty are very close, so close that you can count how many eyelashes there are on the eyes of the person in front of you. The sea-blue hair falls to His Majesty's eyes along the arc of the Gemini Cloth. At this time, the texture is slightly hard. The strands of hair continued to rub against the tip of the nose as the two breathed, which caused His Majesty to want to sneeze inappropriately.

"Ah ball—!"

So naturally, a certain little friend who was thinking in front of him was sprayed all over the face...

"........."