The more they object, the more it means I did the right thing

The bright golden morning light filled the Holy See's broken glass, and the shadows of the sycamore trees outside the floor-to-ceiling windows fell on the mahogany walls. The branches trembled gently in the wind, reflecting floating green shadows all over the wall.

Ansu noticed something was wrong when he walked into the Holy See:

First, there were a lot of people, and the flow of people praying was much greater than in the past. Everyone's expression was serious, but there was also a hint of excitement;

Second, the expression on the old priest's face when he saw him at the door was obviously much stranger. Ansu could tell that it was mixed with some schadenfreude.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty Ansu Morningstar, the Saint-to-be."

Father Danny had a smile on his lips, and the wrinkles around his eyes were squeezed together by the smile, "May the goddess's light shine on your path - good morning."

It feels weird.

"Who is that person?"

Ansu pointed to the young man surrounded by him. He was blond and wearing a priest's robe. He was the center of the commotion.

The young man was half-kneeling in front of the statue of the goddess, his robe spread flat on the marble floor, and he was praying with a serious face.

The sunlight covered his face like a knife, which was sacred and solemn. There were many girls surrounding him, and it was like the stars were shining over the moon.

"Your Majesty Ansu, the quasi-saint,"

Father Danny snorted softly, "That gentleman is the son of Priest Luwen, a glorious man who is about to be promoted to a saint, His Majesty Cavins, who has been given the title [Son of Radiance] by God."

What a long introduction.

"So there are three men kneeling in front of the statue?" Ansu said with a smile.

The priest is a high-ranking figure in this church. Ansu has also met Priest Lu Wen, and he does have a good background.

"Please remain in awe."

The fake smile on Father Danny's lips disappeared, "After tonight, Lord Cavins will be promoted to a second-level warlock, which is different from you."

"Tonight?" Ansu raised his eyebrows.

"Witch hunting - I guess you, the young master, have never experienced it."

Father Danny stared into Anzu's eyes, "Hunt the terrible heretic yourself, so you can be rewarded by the goddess."

"These days are red moon days, and the esoteric cultists will offer sacrifices in batches."

"His Majesty Cavans has accumulated enough faith points, and he has also mastered several strongholds of second-level mystics. After tonight, Your Majesty will be baptized and promoted to a second-level warlock."

What surprised Father Danny was that Ansu's expression didn't change much, and he just said softly.

"He grew up with Luo Jiamian."

When Father Danny saw Ansu's plain appearance, he thought he was pretending to be calm and snorted in his heart.

"He is the childhood sweetheart of the quasi-saintess. They say they are a match made in heaven."

The hidden meaning of the priest's words is easy to understand.

Cavins likes Luojia, and Luojia recommended Ansu, so Cavans is unhappy with Ansu?

Cavens Ansu has played through seven games, but he just can't remember any NPC named Cavens. When he was playing the Saintess route, he didn't even hear her mention it.

There isn't even a character entry.

He is a pure passerby character.

He said he was Luo Jia's childhood sweetheart.

Does Luo Jia know that she has a childhood sweetheart?

Ansu thought in his mind, but it had nothing to do with him—speedrunners only had leveling and killing, and women would only slow down his leveling.

"This dude is still so pretentious." Seeing Ansu still looking so unconcerned, Father Danny thought angrily.

A long while.

Ansu spoke again, he said: "By the way, this young master hasn't finished praying yet, there is a queue behind him."

Ansu's most important thing when doing things is efficiency. The priest's son had been kneeling there for a long time, and there was already a long queue behind him.

And who prays surrounded by girls?

Ansu was too lazy to continue spending time here. Today's study tasks were not completed yet - so he turned around and left, waiting to come back in the afternoon.

Who would have thought that as soon as he turned around and moved his steps, the priest's son seemed to notice it.

"Are you leaving?" Cavins stood up slowly. His eyes were as threatening as a hawk, and his tone was rising, "The Cursed Child?"

As soon as the words "cursed child" came out, the whole church fell silent.

This is a taboo that no one can mention.

Many people held their breath and observed Ansu's expression.

"I'm going to the library to read."

Who would have thought that Ansu was not angry or humiliated? There was even a warm smile on his lips, and he even asked with concern, "Aren't your legs numb after kneeling for so long?"

There was a slight twitch in the corner of Macavence's mouth.

Why is this guy talking so poorly?

Who wants to discuss with you whether my legs are numb or not?

If he doesn't kneel for a longer time, how can he show his Cavins piety!

The longer you kneel, the more votes you get. Does this guy understand?

Although I think so in my heart, I can't say it like this.

"I have never been numb before the hall of faith."

Cavins spoke very forcefully, and the girls around him looked at him with admiration.

"Bu Ma, take two steps." Ansu said.

"."

Cavins exhaled slowly.

He told himself to maintain a dignified and elegant manner, to be as solemn as a paladin, and not to get angry with these two idiots, the Cursed Son.

"Although my body is numb, my mind is still awake."

"It's not like someone whose mind has been deeply blinded by darkness and numb." Cavins spoke with a barb.

Of course, Cavins is proud of his capital. His father spent a lot of energy to obtain the location of several esoteric cult strongholds, leaving them for him to clean up and eliminate.

After tonight's witch hunt, he will be promoted to a second-level warlock, and then he will successfully pass the saint test and become a noble saint.

And Ansu, the son of the curse, has probably never been on a witch-hunting battlefield in his life, so how can he compete with His Majesty Cavins?

Without faith points, you can neither redeem the Holy Light Magic Book nor increase your mana level, nor can you become a second-level warlock.

"Just take two steps if you feel numb." Ansu said.

"Can you please stop talking about my numb legs?" Cavins' face was full of black lines.

"Then let's change the topic,"

Ansu said, "Mr. Cavins, who is sober, have you finished your homework?"

Have you finished your homework? A simple question, seemingly an ordinary conversation, but it carries huge lethality.

It is a judgment that comes from the depths of the soul. It is caused by the bloodline suppression of any student by the upper-level academic demon, and it is wrapped in the purest malice——

Because Cavins' homework today has indeed remained untouched.

It's all because Ansu single-handedly increased the workload of all the exam-preparing saints in the border city!

Especially those from well-known aristocratic families, seeing that even Ansu, the degenerate son of the curse, is studying so hard, while his own children with good roots are so lazy, what's the matter?

Being poked at this painful spot, the corner of Cavins' mouth twitched even more.

In the past few weeks, the thing he heard most often was, ‘Look what the kids from the Morning Star family next door did! ’

The guy in front of him was the culprit of his torture.

If Ansu mentions this now, isn't it just a show of provocation?

"The vile cursed child."

He looked cold and authentic,

"You, the pampered son of a nobleman, have probably never stepped into the altar of the Tantric Cult, and have never eradicated a Tantric Cultist, because they are exactly the same kind as you!"

"In the early hours of this morning, I will gallop on the battlefield of blood and light, and you, cowardly and incompetent young master, continue to hide in your castle!"

Unexpectedly, Ansu looked surprised after listening patiently, and his tone even turned pitiful, "You can't finish your homework until early in the morning? It's a bit pitiful."

Is this the point of this sentence?

The point is that I have to go into battle and kill the enemy, not do those bullshit homework!

Cavins felt a pool of old blood clogged in his chest. He felt that if he continued to fight with this guy, he would die of a cerebral hemorrhage.

"I hope that when I see you in the Saints Test, your speech will still be as sharp as today!"

After saying this, Cavins' legs gradually relaxed.

He walked straight out of the Holy See without looking back. When he passed by Ansu, he bumped the latter's shoulder hard.

Miss Enya's voice rang in Ansu's ears, "Do you need me to deal with him?"

".You are too extreme."

Ansu shook his head. He adjusted his clothes slowly, not angry.

I just feel like the kids on the line will get anxious when poked, and they will talk so much when they are anxious. It's really interesting.

I was so excited to reveal such important information.

Action in the early hours of tonight, right?

For top players, grabbing monsters is the basic operation.

If this child finds that all the monsters around him have been wiped out by him in advance, will he cry out of anxiety?

Ansu still has a little expectation.

I'm new to the starting point, so please take care of me, please read, recommend, vote, and reward.

Also, thank you White Crow Ju for the recommendation. It’s a great book, no need to say more.