Although I am weak, my friends are super strong

Yu Lansong, who had just come to this world and hadn't gotten used to the local culture, didn't know what it meant when a knight expressed his loyalty to others, only as he was saying polite words.

So Yu Lansong also boasted to him very hypocritically, "Sevilla, you are also the person I trust the most here."

At the entrance of the temple, two guards stopped them. Seeing that it was Sevilla, they hurriedly saluted him, their curious eyes kept drifting towards Yu Lansong.

Sevilla glanced at them, and said lightly, "I will bring the new Son to meet His Highness."

One of the guards said, "The priest is praying inside, please wait a moment, your Excellency, we will report first."

He took out the sound-transmitting magic ball, and respectfully said to the other side, "His Highness Sacrifice, the Chief Holy Knight and His Highness the Holy Son seek to see you."

In the basic setting of the world view transmitted to him by the system, the priest of the Light Temple has powerful healing and defense strengthening abilities, and is proficient in defense strengthening, life magic, and life recovery.

While waiting, Sevilla and Yu Lansong explained, "Let the priest strengthen your physical fitness first, otherwise it will be difficult to survive the bathing ceremony with a commoner body."

The guard standing at the door looked at Sevilla in surprise.

This is the treatment that the Holy Son has never received in previous years. The members of the Knights didn't like the Holy Son, and they wished to treat him. Who didn't take off a layer of skin during the bathing ceremony just now, and was tossed until he hanged his breath , and then find their priests to recover.

Although it was not shown on the surface, the relationship between the Holy Knight and the Holy Son in the Temple of Light was actually not good, and it was almost to the point where fire and water were incompatible.

The Holy Son has always regarded the knight as a pawn who can be sent by him at will, and the knights look down on this person who can surpass them without doing anything.

The knights worshiped the spirit of the elementalists who can charge forward in the front line and overcome all obstacles with the soldiers. They are loyal to people, but they don't follow blindly. Therefore, the God of Light licks dogs and they always look down on them.

The enmity between the Holy Son and the knight is not a day or two, but a long-standing grievance.

Is there anything special about this one?To be able to get such an undisguised preference from the knight commander.

Curiosity made him take a closer look at the newly appointed Holy Son, with pure black hair, eyes as bright as obsidian, and soft lips with small beads, a bit like the appearance of an oriental in an ancient book, but his skin is so white like snow.

Unlike the previous saint sons who were so arrogant that they never looked at them directly, this saint son was very small. Although he was human, he was like an elf.

His smile was soft and sweet, like a bite of juice, and he greeted them behind the chief paladin.

The knight under his gaze blushed secretly, thinking to himself, if the Holy Son is such a lovely person, then it would not be embarrassing to serve him loyally.

The guard in charge of talking to the priest said, "The priest has agreed to your visit, please come with me."

Yu Lansong followed them into the hall, and faced a huge statue of the God of Light. This was the first time he had looked at the statue so carefully.

The appearance of the God of Light is not good-looking, and the facial features are mediocre, as if countless human faces are superimposed together to piece together the most mediocre face.

On the contrary, the statue of the famous dark god, enshrined in the dark temple and loved by the demons, is handsome and suave.

It is said that it is because no one has ever seen the true face of the God of Light, but the God of Darkness often travels in the world, leaving many anecdotes in the world, and many people have said that they have seen him.

Therefore, the appearance of the God of Light is only imagined by people, while the appearance of the God of Darkness is reproduced according to his original appearance.

At the feet of the God of Light, there was a man crawling. He stood up and turned around. The moment he opened his eyes, Yu Lansong was shocked.

The man's long silver hair exudes a faint light like a galaxy waterfall, with white threads interspersed in it, like stars twinkling in a galaxy, even the eyelashes are white.

If the God of Light has an appearance, it must be like this. The combination of gentle temperament and indifferent divinity makes people willing to kneel down.

Sevilla walked up to the man, "Priest Suvia, I'm sorry to bother you."

Su Weiya nodded towards the person, he turned his head, smiled slightly, put one hand on his chest, and bowed deeply to Yu Lansong, "Holy Son, welcome."

Yu Lansong was flattered, "...don't be so polite."

Sevilla said, "The priest please bless the Holy Son, strengthen his physique, and help him pass the bathing ceremony smoothly."

Su Weiya took Yu Lansong's hand and looked at him with gentle eyes, "I have already witnessed the process of the election of the Holy Son in the magic ball. You have been recognized by the God of Light. It is really amazing."

He bent his eyes apologetically, "It may hurt a little, bear with it."

The faint light poured into Yu Lansong's body like particles one by one. The feeling of being entered was not very good, but Su Weiya's expression was very bewitching, and he was bewildered.

It was over by the time he realized it.

His legs softened, and if Suvia hadn't hugged him gently, and Sevilla also held him next to him, he would have almost fallen to his knees in front of the two of them in disgrace.

Sevilla's tone was flat, "Leave it to me, thank you, Your Excellency Suvia."

Su Weiya placed a kiss on Yu Lansong's forehead, "If the Holy Son is free, you can come to the temple often. I am very lonely here alone."

Yu Lansong nodded shyly at him.

Sevilla directly hugged Yu Lansong, "Your Highness, I have offended you. After being blessed by the priest, there will be some sequelae for a while. Please bear with me."

When they were carried out, the two guards were still at the door and saw them too.

"So the Holy Son is so weak."

They were already far away, but Yu Lansong was still resting her head on Sai Weila's armor, blushing and pretending not to hear their amazed discussion.

The bathing ceremony is something every Holy Son has to go through before officially becoming a Holy Son. Through washing with holy water, the body and soul will be washed away to become a pure believer of the God of Light.

At first, Yu Lansong thought that the holy water was washed in some kind of pool. After he was taken to the holy pool guarded by knights, he realized why Sevilla wanted to strengthen his physique.

The rapid and violent water formed a curtain of water and rolled down from a protruding rock hanging overhead, as if it came from the sky, but if someone tried to stand under the water curtain, he would definitely not be able to stand firmly.

Sevilla looked up and said calmly, "Please ask the Holy Son to stand under the holy water, and the water elves will surround you and take away the dirt on your body."

Yu Lansong, "..."

Determined that Cervera was not joking, he had to take off his shoes and step into the water with bare feet.

As soon as he stepped into the water, his teeth chattered from the cold, and the cold water soaked through his clothes. He rolled up his trousers, and his white calf was soaked in the water.

Seven or eight knights came to the holy water pool. They had come to see the fun after learning that the new holy son was going to hold a bathing ceremony, but now they found that the new holy son was different from what they had imagined, and everyone was stupid.

Before Yu Lansong got under the water curtain, he couldn't bear it anymore.

Such a ceremony is actually very painful for the common people. In the past, they were very happy to see the Holy Son being tossed into a mess, and sometimes they would laugh loudly by the pool.

But... But, Yu Lansong was so weak that he staggered as he walked over. Every step seemed to step on their hearts, and if they didn't step firmly, their hearts would also hang.

They wished they could jump down to bear the pain for him, but they didn't dare because Sevilla stood aside and watched.

Someone secretly looked at Sevilla's face, and found that his brows were tightly frowned, and his face was not good-looking.

Until Yu Lansong accidentally slipped his foot and fell into the pool, his whole body was soaked, someone beside him finally couldn't help but exclaimed.

They heard a splash, and Cervera jumped into the holy water in his heavy armor and strode towards the people.

After Yu Lansong got used to it, he felt better. He walked under the holy water with difficulty, and was drenched into a mess. The water curtain was too big and he couldn't see anything clearly.

The icy water was bone-chillingly cold, and he was so cold that he hugged himself tightly.

As for the water elves that Severa was talking about, he no longer has the energy to feel the water elves, and it would be good if he could not be washed away by the water now.

Just as he was teetering, suddenly, he felt the impacting water flow become smaller, and he opened his wet eyes and looked aside.

Sevilla was standing beside him, silently bearing the water curtain for him. The water flowed down his knife-like nose and chin, and flowed into his armor, which looked extraordinarily cold.

Yu Lansong's small face was pale, even her lips were a little lighter, and her hair was messily stuck to her cheeks, making her look very pitiful.

Regardless of the fact that the silver armor on Sevilla was hard and cold, in order not to be washed away by the water, he could only hug Sevilla's waist, and his soft face stuck to the iron sheet.

Sevilla brushed away the broken hair on his face with his hands, suddenly lowered his head, pinched his chin with his fingers, and dropped a kiss on his cold lips.

Yu Lansong's eyes widened in astonishment. Sevilla had already hugged him around his waist, and the other hand pressed the back of his neck. Yu Lansong was forced to stick to him, and was lifted up Standing on tiptoe, tensed the toes.

His lower lip was bitten and sucked, and he repeatedly crushed it with his lips and teeth. He couldn't believe that this was the serious and serious paladin commander when he was talking to him.

He panicked to see the knights surrounding the holy water pool outside the water curtain, only to see that they were worried, as if they hadn't found anything yet.

But Yu Lansong just had the feeling of having an affair and being watched.

But after a while, Yu Lansong found that he was not as cold as before, and his numb fingertips gradually regained consciousness. There was a warm current in his body to help him resist the impact of the cold water.

He was carried out by someone, and Yu Lansong, who had already experienced it once, had thickened his skin. He curled up in Sevilla's arms with a flushed face, his eyes lost sight.

The other knights gathered around, not showing the slightest awe of the Holy Son, but rather like a group of children surrounding a kitten whose fur was wet by the rain.

One of the more courageous ones asked with concern, "Is the Holy Son alright?"

Sevilla lowered his eyes, with a smile in his eyes, and asked him as if nothing had happened, "Holy Son, your subordinates are caring about you, don't you want to say something to them?"

Yu Lansong raised her eyes and saw concerned faces. She curled her fingers in embarrassment and bit her lower lip, "Thank you...thank you."