Today's princess is still cute

"Take three deep breaths," Bach said, "and then, begin."

The white-robed priest waved his hand, and a golden light flashed from his sleeves, spreading over the five hundred children like a big net.

Cardinson took three deep breaths obediently, and when he exhaled the last breath, everything in front of his eyes turned white.

hum-

A heavy bell sounded in my mind.

Cardinson's consciousness seemed to be pulled by something and kept sinking down.

After sinking to the bottom, Cardinson seemed to touch a soft ground and bounced up slightly.

After an unknown amount of time, in the silent darkness, Cardinson heard a crackling sound.

That sound was very familiar, it was the sound of typing on a keyboard.

Cardinson felt his limbs again, propped himself up, and opened his eyes with difficulty, and saw an extremely familiar sight—

A young man was sitting on a computer chair, in a paralyzed state, with a half-drunk bottle of milk tea at his feet and a glass jar filled with cigarette butts. His hair was messy, and his fairly handsome face was full of impatience.

"Ah," Cardinson asked blankly, "You, who are you? How do you look like?"

"Hey, hey, hey, stop it, wake up, don't ask me stupid questions like why I look exactly like you. Think about how you just got in." The young man took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket, took out two cigarettes, threw one to Cardinson, held one in his mouth, and lit it slowly.

Self awakening?

Ah, yes, it was Bach's secret technique that allowed him to enter the ocean of his own subconscious and see the deepest part of his soul.

In other words, the young man in front of him who looked exactly like him in his previous life was his

"Oh fuck, why does it feel so creepy?" Cardinson walked over, took the lighter and lit it.

Yan Mu.

Let’s call this soul Yan Mu.

Yan Mu smiled and exhaled a puff of smoke: "Damn, I still feel terrified. If that Bach finds out that we came here illegally, we will all be doomed."

Cardinson tried hard to feel the long-lost nicotine, scratched his head and said, "How can I pass this test? Didn't you say you were going to ask me questions? Ask them quickly, and then I'll leave. I still have to fight for first place."

"The flow of time here is different from that of the outside world, just like when you are dreaming. An NPC borrowed divine power to cheat, otherwise do you think he has the ability to let nearly 600 people enter the spiritual world? Come on, brother," Yan Mu pouted jokingly, "Ask questions? Three? Bullshit, can we be the same as those people? He is just hinting at you to face the three questions you are most reluctant to face. I am the boss here, and gods and ghosts can't affect you."

Cardinson also laughed and scolded: "Anyway, he doesn't know what we say, and you are the one who calls the shots here, so why are you still smoking this kind of cigarette?"

Yan Mu was not happy, and glared and said: "Hey! It's good enough to have some to smoke, but you still complain about it."

Hongtashan Classic 100, yuan a pack. Even though Cardinson was rich in the past, he still liked its mellow taste.

"That's right." Cardinson simply sat cross-legged next to Yan Mu and continued to smoke hard.

The smoke swirled in his lungs, then slowly came out from his mouth and nose, swirling away.

It's so uncomfortable.

"I guess you've realized that the two of us are stowaways, a classic case of soul transmigration. Although I don't know how we fit in so well with this body, there must be something wrong with our souls. You should be more careful about things involving this in the future."

"Well," Cardinson responded dully, "According to the routine, shouldn't you give me the entire system at this time? Or should you be the system for me?"

"Have you ever considered going over to sing "Fukua" with Eason Chan?" Yan Mu sneered, "You just want to be a big dreamer every day, but you don't even do it in your daydreams. What's the point of the system? It's good enough to be alive."

Cardinson slapped his forehead and said, "How can I live? Won't I be crushed to pieces by that devil in twenty years?"

Yan Mu jumped down from the computer chair, put his arm around his shoulders and said, "You know it yourself, and asking me is just asking for trouble."

"It's hard to find. The capital is too big and crowded. And even if I'm lucky enough to find it, what should I do with it?" Cardinson put out his cigarette in the glass jar, brows furrowed.

"I'll either behead you or I'll keep you as my dog—" Yan Mu said in a weird voice, "Choose one of the two. If it doesn't work out, you're so handsome now, why don't you just pick up that woman and be done with it?"

Cardinson glanced at him and said nothing.

Hey, why didn’t I realize that my words were so annoying before?

"I'm telling you, if you really encounter this situation, don't hesitate, just do what you should do." Yan Mu said seriously.

"kill?"

"Kill when you have no choice."

"This is not a game." Cardinson said seriously.

"You're so pretentious." Yan Mu said with disdain.

Cardinson shook off his hand and stood up: "Let's talk about it when I find it. Is there anything else you want to tell me?"

"I am you and you are me. What is there to say? You will understand what you should understand. If you can't remember, I will use chicken feathers to remember it." Yan Mu waved his hand. "I don't know what the record of the Vatican's test is, but I estimate that it will only take a few minutes if you are stupid. I will send you out later."

"Ah."

Cardinson said nothing more.

Seeing him like this, Yan Mu suddenly said, "Do you know what the three questions I originally wanted to ask you were?"

Cardinson still didn't respond.

Yan Mu is right.

The two people are actually one, and they are not schizophrenic or have two different personalities. Those who should understand will naturally understand.

"Don't miss home, work hard to become stronger, and live well."

Yan Mu patted Cardinson's shoulder and said in a deep voice.

After saying that, he put his hand on Cardinson's shoulder and pushed him hard, shouting, "Nineteen years! We only have nineteen years left!"

hum-

Everything went dark before his eyes, and Cardinson once again lost control of his consciousness. He could only feel himself rising higher and higher.

And at the place just now, there was no trace of Yan Mu, only a vast expanse of white, empty.

"As far as I can remember, the fastest record for this test by the Vatican is three minutes and twelve seconds. I hope we can get a better result this time." Inside the church, Bach looked at the children who all had their eyes closed as if they were asleep, and said to Burke beside him.

"I hope so, Sir Ellis. I hope you will have to come again this time."

Bach was about to say something when suddenly, everyone present looked in one direction.

The boy who was sitting in the first row stretched and stood up, then asked with a smile, "Did I pass?"

Bach and Burke looked at each other and saw shock in each other's eyes.

One minute and thirty-six seconds.

PS: I found that my knowledge reserves were insufficient, so I took some time to re-read a few Amber books. The update is late, and I apologize to everyone.

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Chapter 21 Chapter 21 Chapter Do you want some tea?

During Bach Ellis's long life, he presided over nearly twenty "self-awakening" ceremonies of varying sizes.

Sometimes there are thousands of people, and sometimes there is only one person.

But no matter how many people there are, what their strengths are, or what they have experienced, even the most determined people, Bach has never seen anyone achieve a time lower than five minutes. The one in the history of the Vatican who achieved three minutes and twelve seconds eventually became the Pope.

"Failed?"

This was Bach and Burke's first reaction.

Cardinson looked at the two people who were stunned, pretending to be shy, and asked again: "Mr. Ellis, Mr. Austin, may I ask if I passed the test?"

"More than qualified." Burke still had an expression of disbelief on his face, as if he had seen some miracle. "Did you just enter the ocean of subconsciousness?"

"I entered and saw a vast expanse of white. Then a man who looked exactly like me came and asked me three questions. After I answered them, I woke up," Cardinson said frankly.

Bach quickly asked, "Excuse me, Pine? Your name is Cardinson Pine, right?"

"Yes, Your Excellency Ellis," Cardinson replied politely.

"Oh my God, this is true," Bach laughed, "My dear child, you are the purest person I have ever met. You have the simplest but most precious soul."

When Burke heard Bach's high evaluation, his expression froze.

Cardinson blushed.

This seems to be a big deal. How can I deserve such an evaluation of my soul? Why is it that it is so unreliable? Will I die if I stay here for another two minutes?

"Are there any more tests after this?" Bach turned to Burke and asked.

"No more." Burke answered honestly.

"Okay, I'll take this child away first. He will not be included in this selection. You pick another fifty people, and I'll take him to see His Holiness the Pope." Bach said without allowing any refusal.

Burke stood at attention, saluted and said, "Yes!"

Cardinson looked flattered, but in fact he was very scared.

what to do? what do I do?

Pope?

The second of the top ten NPCs is God’s agent on earth.

This profession is so terrifying, with each generation filled with peerless masters. The biggest reason why the Empire has been able to tolerate the Holy See is because the Pope of the Holy See is so powerful.

Fortunately, every generation of popes is basically a good person who does not fight with the world and guards his own piece of land peacefully. Cardinson has seen this generation of popes several times in his previous life. He is a kind old man who is cheerful all day long and will greet you when he sees you.

But their strength is there.

Just because Bach might not be able to see some things, doesn't mean the Pope can't see the clues in Cardinson.

Bach said to Cardinson gently, "Come with me."

"Yes." Cardinson nodded.

The two left one after the other.

At this time, the only people left in the hall were a group of children who had not yet woken up and the envious knights of the Vatican.

One minute and thirty-six seconds.

If Cardinson joins the Holy See, it is not difficult to see that he is another rising star. It is possible that the Holy See will have another Melo Cesare or Bach Ellis.

Of course, the prerequisite is that he has to keep going.

Countless geniuses and rising stars have emerged over the years, but only a handful of them have made it to the end, shining brightly in the history recorded by the Vatican.

Bach took Cardinson all the way into the depths of the Vatican.

Come out of the prayer hall, turn left, then walk right, and then after several turns, there is a corridor going straight forward.

On both sides of the corridor, there is a portrait every five meters, all of which are figures who have left a mark in the history of the Vatican.

Cardinson was still looking there, and Bach suddenly said, "Cardinson, I see that you seem to be very familiar with the Holy See. Along the way, even if I went in the wrong direction, you would subconsciously go in the right direction."

"Ah?" Cardinson was startled when he heard this, then his gray-green eyes turned and he said, "Maybe it's a coincidence."

"Coincidence?" Bach asked with interest.

Cardinson cleared his throat and said seriously, "I have been listening to my grandfather talking to me about the Holy See. I was able to come to the Holy See to participate in the knight selection because of this yearning. The moment I entered the Holy See, I felt that God was guiding me in the dark. It seemed like I had been to this place many times, and it seemed like this was my home."

"Who is your grandfather?"

"Nell Pine."

Bach thought for a moment and suddenly realized: "Ah, it's that kid Pine. I haven't seen him for more than ten years. I still remember that his sword is called Frostfire. He is a very talented knight. No wonder your last name sounds familiar to me. Hmm, is it God's guidance? It seems that the right person really appeared in the right place. However, whether it is the right time is still unclear."

The sixty-year-old old Pine is just a kid in Bach's mouth. Well, it doesn't sound weird.

As a cardinal, Bach would certainly not be intimidated by a few words from Cardinson.

Do you think they have been eating this meal for hundreds of years in vain?

This is what Cardinson said, and Bach believed it too. Anyway, once he met the Pope, nothing would be hidden under those God-given eyes.

Fortunately, Bach was not curious about other things about Cardinson. He had seen all kinds of storms. Back then, he talked and laughed with the dragons. Don't say you are a half-blood Dark Moon Elf. Even if you are a pure-blooded Dark Moon Elf and sincerely want to join the Church, Bach will only welcome you warmly.

After walking through the corridor and admiring the grace of the ancestors of the Vatican, Bach took Cardinson to a gate carved from a whole piece of star meteorite gold.

Just this door, which is three meters high and one meter thick, is enough to buy ten streets in the imperial capital and open shops on them.

No matter how the Holy See advocates frugality, a religion that has developed along with the empire for thousands of years cannot be poor. The truly wealthy people are all in their inner world, and only the nouveau riche show off in public.

"Go in, the Pope is waiting for you inside." Bach smiled and said to Cardinson.

Cardinson was a little slow to react: "Ah? Sir Ellis, you are not going in? I..."