A Stay-at-home Dad’s Restaurant In An Alternate World

The pope looked at Amy with clear and wise eyes full of appreciation and praise, not at all because Amy's refused to be half unhappy.

"Yes, even if you do n’t become Goddess, you will still be a great person to protect your father." The Pope looked at Amy with a smile, paused, and continued: "But if you become a Pope, you can protect All kind human beings, they are sheltered. "

"A kind person?" Amy's face showed a hint of thought, thinking for a while, looking up to teach Sovereign Dao: "But, have you sheltered them?"

The smile on the pope's face narrowed gradually, but his eyes looked at Amy's.

"Little Brat asked when the angle became so tricky." Mag glanced at Amy unexpectedly, her eyes full of admiration, and she could see through the pie that others had thrown over, whether there was something strange hidden in it. The ability is undoubtedly very good.

However, Mag was somewhat vigilant looking towards the Pope. Although the pope known as the old man did not show the slightest hostility from beginning to end, no one can guarantee whether he will fly into a rage out on this question raised by Amy of humiliation.

Because the current church obviously no longer has the ability to shelter good people, what they need to worry about now is how to hold the last Carlo church.

The expression on Luna's face also has several points of worry. Although the church declined, she did not hear stories about the church from her grandfather's mouth as a child. Even her grandfather saluted when he saw the pope. This is a Elderly people respect.

The pope was silent for a while, watching Amy's voice said solemnly: "I once worked hard to shelter them, but until one day I discovered that what I did was more harmful to them, or for them Bringing more pain, so I chose to be a spectator and not allow the church to be too involved in the life of ordinary people. "

"If your help makes them more painful, it must be that you haven't found the right way, and you can't say that you helped them are wrong. You should correct the method instead of escaping." Amy frowned, Some pity: "If those kind people pray for your help, but you don't care about them, isn't it cruel to them?"

The pope's eyes gradually lit up the rays of light, and he stood up unconsciously, looking up slightly at the dome that dropped golden light, his eyes flickered a little.

"Father, did I say something wrong?" Amy asked softly in Mag's ear.

Mag shook his head, slightly said with a smile: "No, Amy said very well."

For anyone here, I am afraid I cannot say such a thing to the Pope.

The pope retracted his eyes from the dome, looked down at Amy, and asked amiably, "little girl, what's your name?"

"Amy." Amy answered crisply.

"Amy, Goddess's position will always be reserved for you, whether you want it now or not. If you are willing to join the church one day, I will crown you as the emperor." The pope looked up to the great hall, his eyes gradually sharpened, and he smiled The author said, "And it's time for me to let the church do what it needs to do."

Amy turned to glance at the pair of pale-gold wings behind her, a little tangled, "What about the wings? If I refuse, do I need to return it to you?"

She really likes the feeling of flying, and she doesn't need to consume the slightest magic energy. This feeling is really interesting.

The Pope shook his head slightly and smiled, "This is a blessing from God. Only the divine ability is enough to take it back. You are God's chosen. God can't choose wrong."

Amy had a happy smile on her face, "Wow, then you must thank God for me, I like the wings very much."

The Pope smiled nodded, then sat back again.

Mag and Luna saluted the Pope respectfully, then turned around holding Amy and Ugly Duckling and walking towards the great hall.

The heavy wooden doors closed behind them slowly, and the exquisite wood carvings on the doors were as solemn and solemn as the great hall.

Amy and Mag said, flapping their wings and flew up from Mag's arms, walking deftly through the trees, 2 silver braids swayed gently, rushed up and down, and silver bells laughed in the church Ringing.

Many missionaries came to the window and looked at Amy flying in the garden, and the pair of golden wings behind her.

Some older priests were even more difficult to hide their faces, praying softly with their hands folded.

"Meow meow!"

Ugly Duckling ran on the ground, trying to catch up with Amy.

"Ugly Duckling, do you want to come up and play for a while?"

Amy suddenly hovered in the air and looked down at Ugly Duckling said with a smile.

"Meow!"

Ugly Duckling was startled, slipped under his feet, and planted directly into a pile of dead leaves, and his whole head was plunged into the leaves, and then he kept this posture motionless.

"It's useless to pretend to be dead." The devil's voice sounded from his ear, and Ugly Duckling tried to drill his head deeper into the leaves, like a head with his head in the sand, but with his butt exposed The ostrich was outside, and then brushed and Amy poked out of the leaves.

Amy took Ugly Duckling in front of him, looked at it seriously, and said, "Although you are now an ugly duckling, you must remember that you will become a daytime goose in the future. If you are afraid of high, Then, do you want to be a daytime goose running on the ground? "

"Meow meow ~"

Ugly Duckling blinked a big blue eye with a grievance, and tears were already swirling in her eyes, like a scared child.

"Come on, you can." Amy rubbed a cat's head, winged a small wing behind her, and her figure was instantly raised.

"Meow ... ao wu-"

Mag looked at Ugly Duckling, who was so scared that he screamed out Husky. When he was pitiful, he wanted to laugh, and couldn't help but think, "Does Ugly Duckling have the same 2 Ha lineage as Little Zi?"

After letting Amy play for a while, Mag saw that more and more missionaries were following Amy and beckoned to Amy: "Amy, come down, we should go."

Amy squinted down from the sky with Ugly Duckling, her eyes closed, and fell back into Mag's arms. The bright smile on her face contrasted with Ugly Duckling, whose eyes were wet with tears.

"Ao wu… meow ~" Ugly Duckling opened his eyes and looked at Amy with some grievances, and opened his mouth and screamed.

"Ugly Duckling, you are doing well. I will take you to the sky every day to play." Amy rubbed Ugly Duckling's head with a smile.

"Meow--"

Ugly Duckling rolled her eyes and fell into a coma in Amy's arms.