0p0 Chapter 121 The Two-Faced Saint is a Big Shot (7)
Chapter 121 The Two-Faced Saint is a Big Shot (7)
Shi Qi stopped halfway through extending his hand in mid-air and whispered, "I just thought he must be uncomfortable sleeping like that, so I wanted him to lean on me." The God of Light spoke up so suddenly, as if they weren't the ones who had the unpleasant incident that morning.
The God of Light bluntly exposed, "He's like this because of you; you really should keep an eye on him."
Shi Qi said, "...You're right..." After saying that, he didn't want to talk to the God of Light anymore, since His words were really unpleasant to hear.
But the God of Light had no intention of letting him off so easily: "Didn't you say you were going to abdicate and give way to a worthy successor? Why haven't you told him that your power of light is about to be exhausted?"
Shi Qi explained, "He's still too young. He doesn't have the ability to fully master the power of light and can't stand on his own. I have to protect him until he's fully grown."
"Protect him..." The God of Light repeated the words to himself, then said, "What a fine 'protect him'!"
Before the words were even finished, the aura of the God of Light vanished from the carriage, as if stimulated by something.
Shi Qi couldn't help but shake his head; the tempers of these gods were truly unpredictable. But he didn't forget his important business, and Shi Qi reached out again, touching Fran's shoulder.
As the boy's rounded shoulders came into view, the expectation in Shi Qi's eyes slowly faded, replaced by deep disappointment and confusion. There was no birthmark...
007 also witnessed this scene: "Looks like it really wasn't him, host."
Shi Qi pulled Fran's clothes back up, his thoughts drifting far away: It wasn't the God of Light, nor Fran, it couldn't possibly be... Lord, could it?
This idea startled Shi Qi himself. Lord's habit of talking badly about people behind their backs... However, he dared not make a conclusion. What if it was true? After all, one's upbringing can shape one's character.
Shi Qi got up, helped Fran into his seat, then sat back down in his original spot and resumed his thoughts—
Fran was still unconscious when they returned to the Vatican. Shi Qi got off the carriage first, and then instructed the parishioners who came to greet him to take Fran back to his residence.
Just as the believer was about to touch Fran, Fran suddenly opened his eyes, slowly sat up, and the first thing he did upon waking was to hurriedly look for Shi Qi's figure with his eyes.
His gaze quickly settled on Shi Qi, who had only taken a few steps: "Godfather!" Fran jumped off the carriage in three quick strides and ran to Shi Qi: "Are we still training this afternoon?"
Shi Qi said, "No need. You're too tired today, so just get some rest."
Hearing this, Fran couldn't hide his disappointment: "But Godfather... I don't feel tired at all right now..."
This time, Shi Qi was not moved by Fran's pitiful act: "Alright, I said I'd rest this afternoon, and that means rest." Then, he changed the subject: "But during the rest period, you can come to me and preach to me. You're welcome to do so."
Fran then became happy and nodded heavily: "Alright! Godfather, I'll head back now."
Just as Fran was happily walking on his way to find his godfather, he bumped into an acquaintance.
Lord stopped Fran: "Your Holiness, what a coincidence! Are you on your way to see His Holiness the Pope?"
"Fate Value -5"
Fran didn't want to say anything more to him, so he just glanced at him silently and planned to walk past him and leave.
However, Lord didn't give him a chance to leave. He was two years older than Fran and much taller than the malnourished Fran. So, he simply took a step towards Fran and easily blocked his way.
Lord looked apologetic: "You must still be angry with me... I'm sorry, I shouldn't have spoken ill of Your Majesty last time..." His apology was quite straightforward: "I just feel sorry for you."
Fran frowned: "What's there to feel sorry about?" He really didn't understand; his godfather had clearly been very good to him.
Lord hesitated for a moment, seemingly struggling with whether saying this would be considered speaking ill of the Pope again, then looked determined: "Actually, His Majesty doesn't care about you as much as you think; anyone with eyes can see that..."
Fran didn't believe his nonsense at all: "What rubbish are you spouting? If the Godfather doesn't care about me, does he care about you?"
"Besides, if it weren't for the Godfather, I might be dead somewhere by now, not here as a Holy Son. As for you... if the Godfather hadn't kindly taken you in, where would you be now? Not only are you ungrateful, but you also often speak ill of him in front of his godson. What are you really up to?" Fran questioned sharply.
Lord: "I...I just..."
Before Lord could finish his sentence, Fran interrupted him: "No need to defend yourself anymore. I don't believe in 'for my own good.'" He wouldn't allow anyone to speak ill of his Godfather: "I think you're too idle, spending all your time praying, which is why you have time to speak ill of the Pope. As His Son, I have the right to punish you accordingly..."
If Lord hadn't suddenly appeared today, he would have almost forgotten his godfather's advice: "Since you're so free, go do laundry in the back office."
"You!" Since joining the Church, Lord had never suffered such humiliation. After all, the Church treated those with the power of light very well. But when he thought of Fran's identity, Lord suppressed the resentment on his face and obediently said, "I understand. I will go, except for prayer time."
Fran nodded, then walked past him without even glancing at him, hurrying towards Shi Qi's bedroom as if Shi Qi had already disappeared if he had been a little late.
"Fate Value -20"
The continuous stream of reports only led Shi Qi to believe that Fran had taken certain punitive measures against Lord in accordance with his instructions.
Previously, he certainly wouldn't have thought anything of it, but things were different now. What if Lord was that person? Thinking this, Shi Qi's heart began to pound with fear. What if his misjudgment led him to accidentally harm him...?
Just then, there was a knock on the door, followed by Fran's voice: "Godfather, may I come in?"
Having received Shi Qi's permission, Fran pushed open the door and came in.
Shi Qi didn't know what had just happened between them, but judging from Fran's expression, he seemed to be in a pretty good mood.