BAHAs Empire, Cohen, Goblin Temple——


    "Saint, it''s almost time."


    "I can''t get used to such things no matter how many times."


    Ashley, sitting in front of the mirror, couldn''t help sliding down from her chair and sighing.


    "Everyone won''t get used to it at first. It''ll be all right in a few months," said the monk.


    "It''s not so much that you can''t get used to it as you don''t want to get used to it. Is it really OK to get used to it?" Ashley didn''t say this. She wanted to sit up and look at the saint in the mirror.


    That was not her familiar face. A rainbow hair with great luster but simple big three braids can also be called cute, but that''s all - just right. If it''s too beautiful, it''s not a saint, but a witch or witch.


    This is not an illusion made by magic on her face, but a real face. The goblin temple is not stupid. The saint wrapped in an illusion is torn down. How bad is the illusion? In other words, her face has been truly transformed.


    Cosmetic surgery is not necessary. It''s just the same transformation as meliffith.


    It''s just that meliffith doesn''t have any concerns about her identity. Although she can pinch her face, she only uses her talent to pinch the most suitable expression in various public occasions.


    Ashley was different. She was once chased by people all over the city for a sacred ceremony to reproduce. Naturally, she had no face to go out to see people and had no courage to show people her true face.


    During this period, she has been making a speech tour among the major cities in the territory now controlled by the Baha''i empire as a saint.


    As a saint, she has held dozens of public activities, and each time she needs to speak for only five to 15 minutes. Compared with those adults who are busy because of the current situation, it is easy. The illusion of surging in her body is not waved, which makes her subconsciously put her hand on her face and pick it on the dresser.


    "Confused in mind, is this fragrance on the face of my hand?" didn''t she tell her not to use this perfume in toilet dressing? Next time I change it for myself. It is always a great smell to be disturbed when I want to rest, but there is no hyperarousal illusion effect.


    She turned her face aside, making the smell of her nose a little lighter, but a crystal prop on the edge of the stage came into view. It shows a series of decreasing numbers.


    Of course it couldn''t be a time bomb, but she bounced up conditionally and patted her face hard in the mirror.


    "What am I relaxing? Cheer up, I! If something like that happens, I won''t even be worth living if I can''t do it well!"


    This is the normal idea of a devout believer in "hell goblin".


    She checked her appearance, picked up the crystal props on the stage, went out of the door, crossed the monk who bowed to herself, and entered the terrace corridor facing the square outside the temple.


    After a while, she was relieved to see that the Archbishop who had taken office, fendirete, came to meet. As long as she was accompanied by senior clergy, all she had to do was recite the opening and put on a solemn expression.


    Of course, she can''t be so decadent. She participates as much as possible when it''s time to think and express her opinions.


    Some religious buildings these days also like to make the roads leading to the interior "complicated". On the one hand, it can highlight the mystery of religion and is good for preventing invasion and assassination.


    There was no need for them to run quickly. There was still some time before they reached the terrace. Ashley felt that only the pressure of footsteps was great. She opened the box and said, "Archbishop fendirete, do we seem to have done all the things to appease the people recently? What about the leader and witch Ji?"


    "They intend to cultivate new people. In a period of division and shaken faith in this country, injecting new blood can also make people feel at ease," fendirete said.


    "If so," Ashley said faintly.


    Under the guidance of the temple, after a certain physical transformation, she became free not only in appearance, but also in the control of natural powers. The phenomenon that people who see her will immediately stimulate the demand for reproduction will no longer exist, but they will still like her completely. Now she has put on the cloak of a saint, and it is easy to turn this love into the religious belief behind her.


    Thus, those resentments that may arise because they like her but can''t get a response can be calmed down because the unnatural feelings have a new carrier.


    "Don''t think about it, saint," said findirette, "we all survive by virtue of our natural ability and learned ability. Others won''t allow others to do it. It''s just jealousy and fear. Besides, Saint won''t be hated anymore."


    "Yes."


    "It doesn''t matter if you forget your lines. You can read them according to the contact magic."


    "... it''s different from the previous times. I''ve finally finished reciting it."


    "However, although the people have many mouths, if there are outstanding questions, they have to answer them well."


    "Hum ~ isn''t that your job, Archbishop?"


    Come to the terrace and face the crowded square below.


    The reaction of the bustling people who had gathered immediately became almost uniform, and all their attention was focused on the terrace.


    "Hoo, hoo, hoo, Hoo!"


    "It''s the saint!"


    "Here comes the saint!"


    "Long live!"


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    It''s not enough to express their feelings. We can also see some adults holding babies raise their children to pray.


    Some even waved their weapons. Although the temple is allowed to enter and exit in order to reflect the atmosphere, all kinds of armed personnel and soldiers wear weapons due to home ownership needs, although waving here can express their feelings, it is suspected of assassination. And the goblin temple is the feeling of "atmosphere" to dare to shout out "you have the courage to assassinate all put your horses here".


    Ashley waved to the people below with a smile. Seeing that the momentum below was like a wave, Ashley sighed that the people were too energetic. Originally a member of the public, although she became a little proud, she still felt that it was better for so many people to spend their time on increasing their income?


    "Everybody, please be quiet," cried fendirete, covering the whole square with magic.


    Then Ashley''s facial features and body began her routine speech like a machine but seemingly emotional.


    Although the content is rich and unrestrained, the specific expression has only two meanings: first, the evil forces that disturb the peaceful life of the people will be defeated; Second, she will certainly visit the battlefield in person and not make vases.


    (to be continued)