Chapter 102#

The Fallen Evil God’s Saint#

Although he barely managed to fool the Pope, Lin Xiaodong knew that his recent behavior was indeed a bit too eye-catching.

The day after encountering the evil god, he went to the library and found the ancient book that Lynn had accidentally discovered in the records, and read it from beginning to end. Actually, the content was fine, talking about the history of the continent before the establishment of the Church of Light. The author’s narrative was also very objective, and finally elevated the theme, evaluating the impact of religion on people in an objective tone.

However, as one would expect, in today’s era when the power of the Church of Light is at its peak, the Church would absolutely not allow such a book to be printed, let alone circulate among the people.

Therefore, Lynn, seeing these histories for the first time, was so shocked—he couldn’t even imagine that the world originally had no god. His faith naturally wavered, and coupled with his simple mind and inability to hide it, it ultimately led to him being caught.

As for Lin Xiaodong?

Eat when he should eat, drink when he should drink. He even learned to daydream openly during prayers and confessions. Anyway, the Church in this world follows a policy of keeping the people ignorant. Most commoners are illiterate and can’t even write their own names, and even most nobles are ignorant.

Therefore, as long as he completely memorizes the Luminous Codex, which is not even as thick as a high school history book, Lin Xiaodong doesn’t feel guilty even in front of the most devout believers.

And in the eyes of outsiders, after receiving the favor of the God of Light, the Saint’s faith has become even more devout.

“Tsk.”

At the bottom of the abyss, the evil god, who intentionally placed the ancient book on the bookshelf, let out a regretful sigh.

But at the same time, he also developed a stronger interest in conquering the Saint—only challenging things have motivation, and this point applies equally to gods.

“Your Holiness, please bathe.”

Bathing in milk again, Lin Xiaodong was a bit apprehensive at first, fearing to encounter a pervert again. But after a long time and not seeing the evil god appear, he couldn’t help but feel relieved.

It seems that it was indeed just an accidental situation before. This is after all the headquarters of the Church of Light. Even an evil god probably doesn’t dare to break into the cathedral and kidnap him again and again.

Lin Xiaodong reached out, scooped up a handful of milky white milk from the bath and poured it on his arm. Not to mention, this milk bath is really effective. His current skin is as smooth as a freshly peeled egg, and the clothes he wears can only use the softest silk, otherwise they will soon turn red due to friction.

He secretly glanced at the believers kneeling and bowing below. Seeing that they didn’t notice him, he quickly dipped a bit of milk with his fingertip and licked it with his tongue. His eyes lit up instantly—

What a rich and mellow taste!

According to the doctrine of the Church of Light, the most precious treasures can only be offered to the Church, so the milk used for the Saint’s bath is of course top-tier. Lin Xiaodong has never drunk such delicious milk, so even though he knows it’s just his bathwater, he couldn’t help but sneak a few more tastes.

Anyway, it’s all his own body… no dislike, no dislike.

But he didn’t notice that the clouds outside the cathedral gradually blocked the sunlight, and the statue of the God of Light in front, set against the colored stained-glass window, actually showed a mysterious feeling.

The demon at the bottom of the abyss quietly watched the blond youth in the bath with a cold gaze. When he saw him happily narrowing his eyes because of the rich taste of the milk, with a faint milk stain still on his lips, the evil god couldn’t help but curl his lips, like seeing a kitten stealing the master’s milk.

Perhaps, raising him is also a good choice?

The evil god withdrew his gaze, thought for a while, and casually summoned an abyss monster shaped like a cow.

“Moo—”

The cow let out an angry roar, its voice resounding through the desolate land.

Looking at the mountain-like bulging muscles all over its body, the evil god was silent.

…He’d better catch one from the human world.

Lin Xiaodong, who was in the cathedral, didn’t know he was being peeked at again. After the believers finished reciting the hymns, the experienced Saint took the opportunity when they were bowing to stand up proactively and wrap his body with the clean silk prepared by the servants.

He was barefoot, just stepped out of the bath, when suddenly the hall door was slammed open from the outside.

“Who!?”

The servants, who were originally kneeling quietly and didn’t dare to look directly at the divine face, immediately jumped up from the ground and looked towards the door with murderous intent.

Trespassing on a divine veneration ceremony is a capital offense!

“Sorry, I went the wrong way,” the person at the door immediately raised both hands to show innocence, but a pair of eyes stared straight at the Saint’s direction, clearly looking fearless, “Praise the God of Light, I truly had no intention of offending Your Holiness.”

The man’s greedy eyes scanned back and forth on Lin Xiaodong’s exposed chest and slender snow-white ankles, making Lin Xiaodong’s back break out in goosebumps from disgust.

However, even knowing he was intentional, the servants couldn’t do anything to him.

Because he was Duke Misei, at the very top of the Royal Capital’s aristocratic circle. Even the Pope must receive him politely.

“Your Grace, the Saint is about to change clothes. Please withdraw for a moment,” the leading servant stepped forward and bit the bullet.

Misei swept a cold glance at him, still remembering he was in the Cathedral of Light, and the person in front still held the status of Saint—although he was disdainful of a bottom-tier commoner who had even been a traveling poet, Misei had long coveted his body and beauty.

So he nodded and smiled at Lin Xiaodong: “Sorry, I’ll leave first then. Your Holiness, I’ll wait for you in the confessional.”

Although today’s confession time has passed, Misei didn’t care about these.

After all, with his status, he can come to the cathedral whenever he wants.

The blond Saint quietly gazed at him with those blue eyes. His snow-white body was wrapped in white silk, and his gold hair reaching his ankles was wetly pressed against his chest, like a pearl hatched from a clamshell, beautiful to the point of being unable to look at directly.

He gave Misei a faint smile, a flawless and holy smile, seemingly not feeling any offense at all.

“Take care, Your Grace.”

After rinsing his body with clear water and changing clothes, the Saint arrived at the door of the confessional as agreed.

“You’ve finally come.”

Hearing the footsteps, Duke Misei sitting behind the curtain grinned, showing sharp white teeth in the darkness.

Lin Xiaodong sat in his familiar spot. However, when the servant outside closed the door, the magic candle on the table didn’t light up.

He originally wanted to get up to call someone, but Misei stopped him: “No need, I told them. I don’t like the smell of magic candles.”

In fact, he also dismissed the surrounding guarding servants in advance, Duke Misei thought smugly, but there was no need to let the Saint know this.

“Alright,” the Saint sat down helplessly and asked in his usual gentle tone, “Praise the God of Light, do you have anything to confess to the God?”

“Yes,” Duke Misei answered quickly, “Actually, I have a hobby that is a bit different from ordinary people, and I often worry about it.”

“The God of Light encompasses all,” the Saint said.

“Ah, yes, yes.” Misei said nonchalantly, “I also think the God of Light will definitely forgive me. After all, my family has been a holy lineage under protection since a hundred years ago. But those commoners are really annoying. They always stop my carriage on the street and question me where their children have gone.”

As the words fell, the Saint behind the curtain was silent for a while.

Misei shifted his position on the seat with some restlessness. He licked his dry lips, staring fixedly at the darkness in front, and his hand slowly reached into his lower body. His breathing gradually became heavy with the frequency of his movements.

“Sorry,” the Saint’s voice was as crisp and pleasant as a harp, making Misei even more excited, “May I ask, what is your hobby?”

“It’s…” Misei’s body trembled, he let out a heavy breath, and slumped on the seat contentedly, “I like playing with young children, especially those lively and cute little boys. I always favor them particularly, wishing to hold them in my palms… seeing them cry, my heart breaks.”

Recalling the scene at that banquet, Duke Misei’s voice became excited again.

“Your Grace,” the Saint said, suppressing his anger, “What you are doing is wrong. I…”

Halfway through, his words stopped abruptly.

A rough large hand felt his waist from behind, followed by the man’s heavy breathing: “Baby, you smell so good.”

The Saint was about to scream, but Misei was quick and covered his mouth tightly with his hand.

“Don’t shout!” he said fiercely in a low voice, “Otherwise I won’t be polite! And no one will hear you if you shout. I’ve long let those servants leave.”

The blond youth forcibly imprisoned in his arms had wet corners of his eyes, and his body trembled slightly, like a weak and helpless white rabbit. Duke Misei took a deep breath, feeling a wave of dizziness from the faint milky scent on the Saint, wishing to dismantle the other’s bones and skin and eat him into his stomach on the spot.

But out of a man’s showing-off psychology, he still continued to talk incessantly: “With my years of experience, children under six are the best. They haven’t been stained with the filth of the world, just like Your Holiness, possessing the most beautiful soul and body, perfect works of art…”

The man became more and more excited as he spoke, breathing rapidly, pupils constricting. He reached out to pinch the Saint’s chin and was about to kiss him forcefully.

Just as he was about to succeed, Duke Misei’s lewd movements suddenly froze.

His eyeballs bulged, his mouth slowly widened, making incessant “heh-heh” sounds from his throat. His skin began to turn weirdly charred black, and the blood flowing in his vessels seemed to be boiling. In just a blink of an eye, layers of blood flowers burst open.

The Saint stumbled a step and finally escaped from his clutches.

His back leaned against the cold wall, watching Duke Misei tightly clutch his own throat and let out an inhuman painful cry.

The next second, the roar stopped abruptly.

The Saint’s cheeks were splashed with hot blood. He stood dazed in the darkness. Although he couldn’t see anything, his whole body still trembled uncontrollably.

The cold feeling on his back suddenly emptied.

A cold hand circled his waist, and familiar black viscous liquid wrapped around his body again. The Saint came back to his senses belatedly, letting out a terrified sob from the depths of his throat:

“It’s you…”

“It’s me,” the evil god said.

But this time, his voice carried a trace of cold anger: “Why didn’t you call my name?”