Chang Li, who had black hair and black eyes, sat in front of the pure lilies, but there was nothing out of place.
He sat quietly, his movements elegant and comfortable, but he did not have the holiness and nobility that were always displayed by previous popes.
His appearance once made people in the Holy See very dissatisfied, but after he completely secured his position, no one dared to comment anymore.
In his hand was a book, a book written in ancient characters.
The books record the various miracles of the gods in the age of gods and the timing of their arrival.
This was specially read by Chang Li from the church's library, and there were hundreds of volumes like this.
This kind of books recorded on parchment is already very rare.
Nowadays, only those forces with ancient history can preserve some of them, while other forces whose inheritance is not long enough cannot fully find them.
Of course, this is also related to the payment of Changli's full force.
In this life, he was an illegitimate son left by the previous pope's mistress.
For some inexplicable reason, the previous pope allowed them to enter the Holy See and serve them.
Among them, the one he disliked the most was of course Chang Li with black hair and black eyes.
He didn't even give him a name.
After dealing with the long-departed mother, the previous pope looked at the child's calm eyes, as if he saw in them a mirror that could reflect all the filth in the world.
So he placed Chang Li in the most dangerous tribunal and waited for his natural death.
As a result, just when Chang Li mastered the tribunal step by step, he realized all this belatedly, and could only watch him take away the power in his hand without any ability to fight back, and fell down from the gods.
Behind the altar, he died unwillingly.
The day he died, he still held the scepter that symbolized power firmly in his hand.
In the end, Changli said indifferently, "Since he likes it so much, let him stay in the grave.
It's not important anyway."
The previous pope looked at Chang Li's back angrily, but could only close his eyes helplessly.
When he died, the scepter he held also fell into the dust, and it no longer had the glory it had before.
From that moment on, the scepter ceased to be a symbol of the Pope, because Chang Li was the Pope and did not need anything to prove it.
When Changli was alone in the temple, there was a sound of light footsteps, and a maid in white walked up to him holding a vase with lilies in it.
Pure lilies are placed on the white vase, with drops of dew still remaining on the petals, exuding a slightly chilly fragrance.
There was a shy smile on the maid's face, as pure as that bouquet of lilies.
She seemed to be saluting respectfully, but her clear eyes looked towards Changli from time to time.
When she met his cold eyes, a hint of blush appeared on her face and her eyes became wandering.
"Greetings, Your Majesty, this is the flower Princess Liliana asked me to present."
Changli reached out and took the flowers and placed them on the table.
Compared with the flowers that grow unbridled in the temple, although these flowers are very delicate and elegant, they have lost that spirituality.
Chang Li's gaze did not change at all, and the maid kept saluting.
Changli didn't let her get up, and she didn't dare to get up by herself.
Within a moment, the maid's face turned pale, layers of sweat broke out on her forehead, and her calves kept trembling, as if she could not bear the salute for a while.
As a maid who has been favored by the princess in the past three years, she has not received this kind of treatment for a long time.
Even His Majesty the Emperor always smiles when he sees her, but she forgets that this is not a palace.
Time passed little by little, but the maid still didn't wait for Chang Li's response.
She finally couldn't hold on anymore, and her body went limp and fell to the ground.
She struggled to get up, an anxious blush appeared on her pale face, "I'm sorry, I, I, I didn't mean to do it."
Her white palms were rubbed with red marks by the rough ground.
She wanted to pick them up, but she had to worry about her body balance.
She could only put her hands down again and again and pick them up again and again.
Soon the skin on her palms was scratched.
She Tears burst from the pain, and she hurriedly covered her hands, but her sore and weak body fell directly to the ground.
She opened her big clear eyes, but the tears in the corners of her eyes flowed into her hair.
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Viewed from this angle, this maid no longer has any sense of beauty.
She raised her hand feebly and stretched pitifully in the direction of Changli.
But Changli didn't seem to notice her performance, and still looked at the vase of lilies with an indifferent expression.
In the maid's regretful and happy eyes, Changli nodded the lily petals.
At the moment of contact, a flame suddenly rose from the lily.
The moment the blue flame appears, it will turn a bottle of lilies into an ice sculpture, shining with a clear luster in the sun.
The lilies maintain a natural and elegant shape, with drops of dew rolling on the petals.
Under the penetration of the ice cubes, the hairs on the edges of the petals are faintly visible.
If someone sees it, they will definitely think it is the latest work of some ice sculpture master.
But the next moment, extremely high temperatures came from the ice, turning the lilies into a pile of ashes in an instant.
And the things left on the lilies that aroused the interest of long-term separation were also burned.
Click, click, the solidified ice sculpture also shattered as the lilies dissipated, turned into clouds, and completely dissipated.
The ashes left by the lilies fell under the lilies growing freely in the temple under an inexplicable will, leading to a new reincarnation.
Looking at this sudden scene, the maid's eyes widened and she could no longer maintain her pitiful posture.
When Chang Li's cold eyes looked over, she shuddered violently and said, "Mian, Mian."
She no longer cared about the scars on her palms and knelt directly on the ground.
In Changli's cold eyes, she couldn't even utter a word of defense.
Changli looked towards a corner.
Suddenly, several people walked out of the corner.
The blue-haired young man walked in front of Changli, while the two brown-haired attendants directly dragged the maid's arms, amidst her screams. , throwing her out of the temple.
The blue-haired young man stared at the human god in front of him and asked gently, "Your Majesty, how do you need to deal with this matter?"
Chang Li picked up the book on the table and put it in the young man's hands, "Give it to the princess of the empire and ask her to copy it ten thousand times and put it in the library."
Chang Li tapped his finger on the table and said, "There is a fire in the palace, and there will be a period of chaos.
Let the princess go to the side courtyard of the temple to copy."
The young man looked at the ancient book and smiled tenderly.
The fonts recorded in this ancient book are very complicated, and they have to be copied ten thousand times.
Chang Li looked at the book without comment.
Otherwise, how could it remind people of their memory?
Although this trick is old, it is good as long as it is useful.
He continued, "Izel has been indulging in pleasure recently, and his belief in gods is no longer as pious as before.
Let him copy the divine covenant ten thousand times."
He tapped the table again and said naturally, "Let Izel copy next to the Imperial Princess."
The blue-haired young man listened to Ji Changli's instructions with a smile in his eyes, but without the slightest objection
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