Uriel looked at the troubled king.

No wonder his expression turned out like this.

"Dear His Highness Uriel, this is what happened."

King Haniwei briefly explained to him the ins and outs of the matter,

"His Royal Highness Crossel and His Highness Asmode are very fond of my little daughter Jira, and they have given her the best blessings."

"It's just that Crosell and His Highness Asmode are both kind-hearted and worried about Jira's growth, so they both want to become Jira's patron saint and protect Jira as she grows up."

"The problem now is... Your Highness Uriel, I don't know who Jira should choose to be her patron saint?"

The king is in trouble,

He never expected that one day, there would be gods vying to become his daughter's patron saint.

Good things happened in his turn, but he didn't know how to choose.

After all, it was easy to offend both gods, so how could he dare to refuse one of them?

"This..." Uriel said silently,

This multiple-choice question is indeed a life-threatening one.

Crosell smiled, "There is no need to choose in this matter."

"According to the etiquette of God coming first, it should be me."

Asmodeus sneered and said sarcastically, "If we really have to count on a first-come, first-served basis, it should be me."

"Don't forget, I chose the name Ji La first."

He came first, and she was naturally chosen by him first.

Jira, who was forced to lie in Asmode's arms: "..."

She was thinking, could she not want anyone?

Uriel raised his forehead slightly, "You..."

"How about this?"

He made a very fair proposal, "Princess Jira is still young now, so there is no need to worry about the patron saint."

"When she grows up and becomes sensible, if you still have the will then let her make her own choice, how about that?"

If it were her own choice, there would be no need to argue.

After all, if two gods fight, the consequences will be serious.

Uriel had to consider the order of the world.

After hearing this, the king breathed a sigh of relief and agreed,

"Dear Your Highness Uriel, you really came up with a very good idea."

"Presumably Jira would also like to choose the patron saint by herself."

"Dear His Highness Asmode and His Highness Crossel, what do you think?"

Crosell smiled slightly and naturally accepted it,

"Since Uriel and Mr. Haniwei have said so, I am also looking forward to it - Jira personally chose me."

"Asmodeus, what do you think?"

Asmodeus raised his eyes slightly, seemingly casually, "Her choice?"

There seemed to be a hint of evil in his eyes,

"Okay...then it's up to her to choose."

He said the last four words very slowly,

Slowly and seemingly with some unknown meaning.

He agreed to the proposal and agreed that Jira would choose the patron saint herself.

only,

Dragon, evil thing.

How can we honestly abide by the agreement?

He never abides by God's etiquette and rules, let alone a simple verbal agreement?

Asmodeus slowly put the little princess back into the queen's arms,

Those blood-colored pupils, dim and deep, glanced at the little princess for the last time.

The fair and clean little princess opened her big eyes and looked confused, as if she didn't know what was happening.

Oracles and blessings fell upon her,

Maybe it will be lucky,

Maybe......
Chapter completed!