Chapter 2431: The Love of the Evil God's Faith 36

Bu Lan Wen immediately rose to his feet, trying to keep his momentum from falling behind, but his slender figure in the wide priestly robes appeared somewhat empty.

Samuel's gaze lingered on him for a moment, the corner of his mouth slowly curving up, "How did you come back?"

Bu Lan Wen's heart tightened, and he hurriedly said, "I... I want to see Father God! I beg for His forgiveness! I am a pure light mage, Father God will surely forgive me!"

He tried to use this identity to increase his leverage.

"Oh?" Samuel responded lightly, dragging out the tail sound.

Samuel took two steps forward, and shadow fell over him.

He looked at Bu Lan Wen for a few seconds, a hint of gloomy coldness showing at the corners of his eyes.

"You have repeatedly schemed to kill me," Samuel's voice was soft, yet carried a bone-chilling chill, "and still you... covet my Father God?"

Bu Lan Wen stiffened all over, "What do you mean?!"

Samuel tilted his head, his action somehow bearing a holy cruelty.

"Bu Lan Wen, you should thank me, for letting you die so... dignified."

His fingertip twitched slightly, dark magic silently seeping into Bu Lan Wen's heart.

Just like Zephyros' way of dying.

The color drained from Bu Lan Wen's face in an instant, his eyes widened, filled with utter shock, and he could only let out a short gasp from his throat.

He stood rigidly, and after a few seconds his body collapsed like a puppet with its strings cut, crashing to the ground.

That brand-new white priestly robe remained spotless.

Samuel looked expressionlessly at the corpse on the ground, reached out his hand, and the attendant beside him immediately respectfully handed over a clean, soft white handkerchief.

Samuel leisurely wiped his fingers clean one by one, then tossed the handkerchief onto Bu Lan Wen's body.

"Clean up," his voice returned to its usual clear tone, without a ripple.

"Don't dirty this place. Father God will come tonight."

"Yes, sir." The attendants immediately responded, their movements swift and silent.

——

Night gently enveloped the temple.

When Jin Chen's figure appeared on the balcony, Samuel immediately lunged into his embrace, his cheek rubbing against his neck.

"Father God," he said with a hint of lazy satisfaction, "I killed Bu Lan Wen."

【Detected Villain Blackening Value -8, total 0!】

Jin Chen held him, and upon hearing that, he casually hummed, "I thought he was already dead."

No wonder the last point of Blackening Value wouldn't go down.

Samuel wrinkled his nose in Jin Chen's embrace, "I'm bad, I don't want him to have it too easy."

"It's been so long that I forgot there was still this person. It was him who insisted on coming back today."

Jin Chen lowered his head, his warm fingers lifting Samuel's chin, his gaze carefully tracing his brows and eyes, concerned only about one thing.

"Then did he give you any trouble?"

Samuel's heart warmed, he shook his head, leaned in voluntarily, his soft lips pressing against Jin Chen's lip corner, giving a light bite, "No."

Only then did Jin Chen feel relieved, lowering his head to return the kiss, gentle and entwining.

A moment later, he embraced Samuel and sat by the window, "According to Holy City's rules, you've been on the throne for two years—shouldn't you set out to tour the continent?"

Samuel leaned against his shoulder, "Yes." Immediately, he wrapped his arms around Jin Chen's waist, lifted his face, "Father God, will you accompany me?"

Jin Chen lowered his head, kissed his forehead, "Of course."

——

Several years passed quietly amidst the sound of wheels.

For the High Archbishop, this should have been a dutiful fulfillment of hard work, but for Samuel, it turned into a long honeymoon just between him and Father God.

There were no cumbersome processions, no rigid schedules; he often took only a few attendants, and sometimes even slipped away from the convoy, strolling through foreign lands with Father God like an ordinary couple.

On a lazy, sunlit afternoon.

Samuel broke free from the carriage and the Knight Corps, strolling with Jin Chen through the bustling market streets of a small border country.

The air was mixed with the scents of spices, baked bread, and livestock.

Suddenly, a boy chasing a colorful windmill was violently toppled by his unstable magic floating board beneath his feet, his tiny body screaming as he lunged forward, heading straight for Jin Chen.

Samuel's gaze sharpened, afraid he would hit Father God, he instinctively reached out; a gentle force steadied the boy and gently set him on the ground.

The boy, still shaken, lifted his dusty little face and saw clearly who had pulled him.

Samuel's golden hair flowed with a soft sheen in the sunlight, his features exquisite beyond mortal.

Then he looked at Jin Chen beside him, and the boy stared for a moment.

Such handsome brothers—today he saw two of them!

The boy whispered, "Th... thank you, brother."

Samuel smiled, reached into his sleeve, pulled out honey wrapped in transparent candy paper, and handed it to him, "Here."

The boy's eyes lit up; he took the candy, peeled off the wrapper, stuffed it into his mouth, and sweetness made him squint.

He gathered his courage and said again, "Brother, you're a good person! Father God will forever protect you!"

Samuel and Jin Chen beside him couldn't help but laugh.

Samuel bent down, ruffled the boy's soft hair, and spoke gently, "Alright, I hope so too. Thank you."

The boy, candy in mouth, ran off happily.

Samuel straightened up, watched the direction the boy disappeared, smiled again, turned and wrapped his arms around Jin Chen's neck, "I like this warm and friendly country."

Jin Chen tilted his head to look at him, a knowing smile in his eyes, pinched the tip of his nose, "You mean you like what the people here say, right?"

Samuel pressed his lips together in a smile, not denying it.

The next day, the palace and local clergy of this remote small country learned that the Supreme Archbishop Samuel had arrived, accompanied by an entourage of the Holy Temple Knight Order, and it was like a thunderclap out of a clear sky.

The king, accompanied by his ministers and the local bishop, went out of the city to greet them with trepidation, and the streets on both sides were packed with wildly excited believers.

The boy who had received candy yesterday also struggled to squeeze into the crowd, his little face flushed red.

As the welcoming float slowly passed, he saw on it a golden-haired figure that was the focus of everyone's attention, bathed in a radiance like holy light, and his eyes widened instantly.

It was yesterday's older brother!

He was so excited he almost shouted.

Samuel on the float seemed to have seen him too; through the crowd, he gave him a gentle smile, then raised a finger and lightly placed it against his lips.

"Shh."

The boy immediately covered his mouth with his dirty little hand, leaving only a pair of astonishingly bright eyes as he frantically nodded, his heart pounding in his chest.

Good heavens! It's the Supreme Archbishop!

They all say the Supreme Archbishop and the Father God are the most loving couple!

That… the other brother who stood beside him yesterday… isn't he the Father God?!

He has seen the Father God! He is someone who has seen the Father God!

——

Afterward, the long years flowed across the continent.

Light and darkness were no longer a life-or-death opposition; under the will of the gods they quietly merged, like day and night alternating.

The smoke of war was gradually replaced by the cooking smoke of every household, and faith, like the gentlest stream, nourished every inch of land.

The gods made this continent peaceful once more.

In the deepest part of the towering temple.

The believers embraced his deity; the deity lowered his head and kissed his lover.

……

【Congratulations Host mission completed, Blackening Value cleared to zero, reward points, accumulated!】

【Now transmitting to the next world…… transmission successful!】