Crownpis looked down at the submissive Saint Ashley who was kneeling in front of him, raised her chin, and asked her to raise her face.
"Put your face up, or do you believe in the confessional tiles more than I do?"
Ashley hurriedly rubbed her face, spent about three seconds, and after feeling that there was nothing wrong with her expression, she raised her head and looked at Crounpis, with undisguised awe in her eyes.
Crounpis smiled and bent down slightly, pinched Ashley's chin and said: "It always feels like a familiar scene. To be honest, I didn't have much expectations for the Saint, but the results you made are amazing.
Unexpectedly, I am somewhat satisfied, so just keep it like this. It’s okay to use your own body to meet the needs of believers when necessary.”
"Ah...ah, I understand." Ashley's hesitation lasted only a moment.
Crounpis cursed, "It's a joke here, you really dare to agree", but it's not like something similar has never happened before. She joked to Yayaka and Lille that they finished playing tentacle play in front of her.
, and in the end, they actually started playing it - in front of Clawnpith. If the target was an elf royal family who had been educated by his own hands since childhood, Clawnpis would never dare to make such a joke.
However, Crounpis did not correct her. If the saint really dared to do such a thing, appreciating the resulting impact would be one of the pleasures of the goblin.
The temple is not abstinent, and there are many races under the temple. In fact, there are also races that eat the people they love most (literally), and lick them all over their bodies as a sign of high respect.
Letting the saint do this will only cause a very small-scale negative impact at most, and it has nothing to do with the overall situation. When the time comes, if there is any trouble, you can come back to have fun.
So, Crownpis said: "Huh, of course my request is good for me. If it becomes your personal vent or satisfaction, don't blame me for being rude after knowing it."
"Yes, I understand... um, yes." Ashley answered quickly this time, nodding vigorously, or maybe she was a little annoyed as to why she couldn't answer firmly before.
"That's it." Crownpis opened the door and saw Michaelis sitting on the bench in the hall waiting with Alice and Suzuran, two of the people Crownpis had assigned her as her subordinates.
"What are you doing sitting there?" she asked.
"There's no other place to sit here." Michaelis said in a somewhat reproachful tone, "Piss is the one, will the holy lady of God be stuffed into the confessional?"
"Ah, it has been a habit since the establishment of the religion. It is a habit. Since it is a habit of God, shouldn't it be regarded as a formal ceremony? Isn't this considered a formal time to listen to God's words?" Cronpis was a little at a loss.
His hands were waving around in confusion.
"...Anyway, it's fine as long as Pisi finds it convenient."
"Then, Michaelis, you guys take over this case." Crownpiss recycled and sealed it into a small ball of black mud and threw it into Michaelis' hands, "The aura on it should be very interesting to you and me.
You’re familiar with it, I’m sure I didn’t bring it back, so it’s what you got when you came back, right?”
Michaelis squeezed the black mud ball she caught, closed her eyes and felt the familiar traces of strong evil in it, and nodded: "I think I have a clue."
"Does it have anything to do with the guy pretending to be you?"
"I think there is a connection."
"Well, I leave it to you. By the way, let... um, Alice No. 8 and No. 4 temporarily protect the safety of the Saint until this war is over. Is that okay? But this is just to redeploy your subordinates. That's okay.
Bar."
"No problem, the Lily of the Valley that I personally cultivated is very capable." Michaelis touched Lily of the Valley's head with a kind expression.
Suzuran looked flattered.
Crownpis watched Ashley leave with the two Alices on the left and Michaelis waiting for the goblin to teleport and disappear, then opened the [gate] again and returned to where she was busy before.
……………………………………………………
The Kingdom of Titania, the large underground cave in the center——
The place where Crounpis jumped out of the [gate] was not far from Luna's scientific research department.
"Hmm...don't they know how to take care of it?" Crownpis glanced at the decorations placed near the door - they were obtained from the American magic side of the moon world and looked like a star battleship.
Ground magic weapons.
The [conservation] magic should be applied, so it is impossible for the paint to peel off and cause rust, but shouldn't the dust on it be wiped off?
She wiped it with her fingers, flicked the dust off her fingertips, and walked in.
After passing through the workshop where Alice and Midori were walking around and where there were many tools and samples, we came to Luna's own room.
"Ah, isn't it Luna? Just in time, I also have something to ask you."
Patch and the little devil are here too.
Crownpiss quickly stepped forward and grabbed Pachi's collar with both hands and lifted her up: "Your magic modification didn't increase the amount of ammunition at all. It also caused the barrel to overheat and one of the ships exploded. What should I do?
!”
"No, I'm very sorry!" The little devil on the side immediately bowed to Crounpisi at almost 90 degrees to apologize.
"Why are you here to apologize?"
"Obviously that is my strength, but I didn't think of it at the time."
"Are you referring to the magic correction that I gave you to be good at explosions? I think the strength and chamber pressure of the naval gun have nothing to do with this magic." Cronpis said.
"But she is really good at this kind of magic. Do you want to give up the principle of exploding high-pressure propellant ammunition now? I really don't want to give up on such a hot scene." Luna said.
"Do you think so too?" Crownpis looked at Patsy again.
Patsy grabbed Clawnpis's hand holding the collar, twisted her neck and barely looked at Cronpis and said calmly: "Ahhhh, yes, 'burst', 'bomb',
It’s ‘explosion’, it’s really exciting!”
"I think this sentence should be said more passionately to be more convincing, but Pachi, are you mistaken? You are a witch. A witch should make puppets, secret potions, familiars, magic books, etc.
"There's an explosion, it's a magic girl that's bombarding something... No, that's a magic cannon girl, do you understand?" Crounpiss subconsciously tightened her grip as she complained.
"………………"
"Hey, you should respond."
But the little devil panicked, looking like he wanted to stop it but didn't dare to intervene: "Hey! Well, if Pachi continues like this -"
"Pissy, Pachi is about to suffocate." Luna said in time to help.
"Ah? I almost forgot that witches are different from us and need to breathe normally. I'm sorry."
