Chapter 154 I am an angel, how can I sleep in a cold bed and ask the saint to come out to channel spirits?

"Owner!"

Mona stood up happily, feeling the surging holy power in her body, and her eyes were filled with excitement.

Apart from the pain of splitting her mind at the beginning, the process of signing the contract was very joyful. The warmth of floating high in the sky and lying flat in the clouds made her feel like she was in heaven and couldn't stop at all.

The wings on her back were completely different from the wings of light condensed by the Holy Light. They were neither energy nor an absolute entity. It felt strange and she couldn't find the right words to describe it.

All I know is that it doesn't hurt at all, it's like my own hands and feet, and I can control them as I please.

Gunther looked at the stigmata on the back of Mona's hand, with a smile in his eyes, and looked at Wayne with a smile: "Lord Angel, aren't you going to say something?"

Wayne:(Д≡Д)

He looked at the stigmata on the back of Mona's hand, and then at the floating Golden Rule Bible. What to say, how to say it, this question is too difficult!

Wayne's eyes widened and he began to think about life. Is there a possibility that he is really the reincarnation of an angel?

Then he thought about it, it was absolutely impossible, the soul he traveled through did not belong to this world, how could it be an angel.

Gunther made it very clear before that the stigmata is engraved in the soul of an angel and cannot be erased even in reincarnation. When he entered heaven, he showed no trace of the stigmata, which proved that he was indeed not an angel.

The question is, why did Mona become available as soon as the contract was signed?

"Humph, don't be too happy first, I can still quibble!"

Wayne raised his hand: "First of all, I don't have any stigmata. If I don't, I don't have any. If you don't believe me, go next door. Mona, come and take a physical exam. Open your eyes and see clearly inside and out."

Mona nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, wanting to see it.

Look at a chicken!

As a clergyman, you still have wings, do you dare to be more reserved?

Wayne rolled his eyes, skipped the physical examination, and continued: "Secondly, Mona's stigmata appeared after signing the contract. She did not sign a contract with me, but with the Golden Law in my body."

"So?" x2

Gunther and Mona spoke at the same time, feeling tired that they still didn't admit it at this juncture. Angel's character was really troublesome.

Atli looked around and found that he was excluded, and then said: "So?"

"So to sum up, Mona's stigmata has nothing to do with me. It was the golden law in my body that gave her the stigmata." Wayne said with certainty.

Yes, that's it.

Ninety percent of the Golden Rule in his body comes from the reincarnation altar of the Arrogant Lord, one tenth comes from the Bible, one tenth is ignored, and ninety percent is dominant.

The case is solved, Mona’s stigmata was given by the Lord of Arrogance!

"Lord Angel..."

Gunther sighed and said quietly: "Even legendary clergy can only borrow the Golden Rule with the permission of angels and cannot hold the Golden Rule for a long time. Can you tell me how you did it?

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"Of course..."

Wayne suddenly lost his temper mid-sentence, of course it was the Lord of Arrogance.

I couldn't say this, I could only look at Mona helplessly: "Be good, tell the Archbishop, what did you just see?"

"The master has the Golden Rule within him!"

"..."

Wayne scratched his head anxiously. He knew the answer, but it felt very uncomfortable if he couldn't tell him to clear his grievances.

After a long while, he suppressed a sentence to insult himself: "I touched Mona's butt. I touched it out of desire. I touched it when I wanted to. How can there be such a dirty angel? It's very unreasonable, right?"

"You were trying to save me. It was inconvenient to reveal your identity while undercover. You had no choice but to do so. I understand." Mona smiled slightly and didn't care.

In order to stop the devil and save Lundan, the angel knelt down and called the devil his master.

An angel can still be sacrificed so far, so it doesn't matter if her butt is touched.

Besides, the angel doesn’t really want to touch it. Touching it is not the purpose, but letting the devil lower his guard is the purpose.

Gunther also looked at Wayne with a smile, how about I give you some time to explain after you finish it?

After all, he is an angel, with an eccentric personality and a bad temper. Just think about it in your mind to prevent the other party from becoming angry and angry.

"It's so hard for me."

Wayne sighed repeatedly and persisted in resisting to the end: "I'm not, I really am not. Although all kinds of evidence show that I am, I know that I was wronged. This is the devil's conspiracy. If I admit it, you will definitely do it in the future.

Let me take charge."

"Don't worry, no one will hold you responsible." Gunther followed.

"It's up to you. Anyway, I'll put it down today. I'm not an angel. Mona's stigmata has nothing to do with me. If anything happens in the future, you will be responsible for everything." Wayne stated the exemption clause.

Just in case, he asked Gunther to make a note.

As the archbishop, he wrote down the terms, and if the angel is found to have another person in the future, it is all Gunther's fault. All losses to the Holy See have nothing to do with Wayne.

Gunther signed the disclaimer at the speed of light, so fast that it seemed that if he were slower, he would not be able to take the blame.

Wayne's eyes twitched when he saw it. He had said all the nice things to him. If the other party insisted on offering the cathedral warehouse, then don't blame him for looking ugly.

Where is the saint? Come out and sleep with me!

"Is there a saint in our Holy See? I'm sleepy. I won't leave tonight. I'll ask the saint to come out and channel the spirit."

Wayne looked at Gunther angrily: "Do you understand psychics? I am a spirit. The process of injecting holy light into the saint is called psychics."

In a similar situation, we can take the example of Abo and his girlfriend Timmy, but that is the Death Church version of channeling without the Holy Light. The former is a death shooter and the latter is an undead knight.

With such a detailed explanation, Wayne thought Gunther should understand. Now that he understands, he should bring the Saint over!

"Lord Angel, there is no such thing as a saint in the Holy See."

Seeing that Wayne had given up on himself and started acting rogue, Gunther almost laughed out loud. What about the angel? He was able to make him docile.

"I am an angel, how can I sleep in a cold bed? Tonight, Mona, you..."

As soon as Wayne pointed at Mona, he saw the latter nodding repeatedly. After a brief silence, he turned his finger to Atli and said, "Mona, your captain, go prepare some food. I'm hungry."

Atli was stunned for a moment and left the quiet room to prepare food.

"Then, as long as you have food, don't bring the little boy over. I'm different from you."

Wayne shouted at the top of his voice. Seeing that Gunther's face was like the bottom of a pot, his mouth became even more proud. He leaned on the cross and spoke sternly: "It's spread all over heaven. You shameless people are fighting with the devil all day long to fight for little boys and children.

Don't be afraid, I'll go in and drive the devil away right now, bah, you deserve to go to hell."

"..."x2

Gunther and Mona were silent at the same time. Regardless of whether there was such a joke in heaven or not, the fact that the angel began to break down his character showed that the other party was in a bad mood.

Just accept it as soon as it's good, and you can't force him to admit his identity anymore.

Gunther asked Mona to retract her wings and hide the stigmata at the same time so as not to further irritate the angel. If the angel got angry, it would be great fun to spread the Holy See's hell joke to passers-by on the street.

Angel: You know, little boys always leave the church crying.

Passerby: Real or fake?

Angel: Why are you lying to me? I saw it all from above.

Thinking of this scene, Gunther was sweating profusely. He didn't know if other angels would do this, but this was really possible.

"Lead the way. I'm going to the warehouse to get something. I left a few treasures behind when I came here. I did the math and they just happened to be picked up by St. Paul's Cathedral." Wayne covered the exemption clause in his arms and said

Although he suffered an unjust injustice, he did not make any profit at all.

How dare Gunther disobey and take the initiative to lead the way. Mona followed closely behind Wayne and whispered: "Master, you and Bruce really think exactly the same."

There is still a little bit of pride in the words!

Wayne glared at her angrily, knowing that Gunther could hear it, he raised his hand and gave her a hard slap on his butt.

Snap!

Did you hear that, this slap is on your face!

Gunther turned a deaf ear, as if he had been cursed by the devil to become deaf.

Mona gritted her teeth and hummed softly, and found her master, who was an angel. She signed a contract with the angel, and her body was filled with the master's power. Many happiness came together. Today is a lucky day.

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No, reward her!

Wayne's eyelids twitched, this nun was broken.

It should have nothing to do with him. He has been trained a few times, and his training route is to let Mona be a good undercover agent. Don't ask what you shouldn't ask, don't do what you shouldn't do, obey the orders honestly, and complete the master's tasks wholeheartedly.

The mission is all for Mona's good.

Therefore, the problem with Mona being so bad lies within herself.

There is something wrong with her constitution!
To be continued...