Other-Worldly Restaurant of A Stay-at-Home Dad

Chapter 803

The Pope looked at Amy. His clear and wise eyes were full of appreciation and praise. He was not half unhappy because of Amy's refusal.

"Yes, even if you don't become a goddess, you will also become a great person and protect your father." The Pope smiles at Amy, pauses a little, and continues, "but if you become the Pope, you can protect all good people and give them shelter."

"Good people?" Amy looked up at the Pope and said, "but have you sheltered them?"

The smile on the Pope's face gradually faded away, but Amy's eyes gradually deepened.

"The little guy asked when the angle became so tricky." McGonagall gave Amy a surprise look, and his eyes were full of admiration. He was able to see through whether there were strange things in other people's pie. This ability was undoubtedly very good.

However, McGonagall looked at the pope with some vigilance. Although the Pope, who is famous for his kindness, did not show any hostility from the beginning to the end, no one could guarantee whether he would be angry with Amy's question.

Because the church now obviously has no ability to protect the good people, what they need to worry about now is how to keep the last Carlo church.

Luna's face was a little worried. Although the church was declining, she didn't hear the story about the church from her grandfather when she was a child. Even her grandfather would salute respectfully when he saw the Pope. This is an old man respected by many people.

The Pope was silent for a while, looked at Amy's voice slightly low, and said: "once I tried to protect them, but one day I found that what I did hurt them more, or brought them more pain, so I chose to be a spectator and not let the church too much participate in the life of ordinary people."

"If your help makes them more painful, it must be that you have not found the right way to help them, instead of saying that it is wrong for you to help them. You should correct the way instead of running away." Amy frowned and said, "if those kind people pray for your help, but you don't care about them, isn't that cruel to them?"

The Pope's eyes began to shine, and he stood up unconsciously, looking up slightly at the golden dome, his eyes twinkling.

"Father, did I say something wrong?" Amy whispered in Meg's ear.

MEG shook his head and said with a smile, "no, Amy said it very well."

No one here would be able to say that to the Pope.

The Pope took his eyes away from the dome, looked down at Amy and asked kindly, "little girl, what's your name?"

"Amy." Amy responded crisply.

"Amy, whether you like it or not, the position of Goddess will always be reserved for you. If one day you are willing to join the church, I will crown you as emperor." The Pope raised his eyes and looked out of the hall. His eyes became sharper and he said with a smile, "and it's time for me to let the church do the right thing again."

Amy turned to look at the pale gold wings behind her and said, "what about these wings? If I refuse, do I need to give it back to you? "

She really likes the feeling of flying and doesn't need any magic energy. It's so interesting.

The Pope shook his head slightly and said with a smile, "this is God's blessing for you. Only God can take it back. You are God's chosen person. God can't choose wrong."

Amy's face showed a happy smile, "Wow, then you must thank God for me, oh, I really like the wings."

The Pope smiles, nods and sits back.

MEG and Luna salute the Pope respectfully, then turn around and walk out of the hall with Amy and the ugly duckling in their arms.

The heavy wooden door slowly closed behind them, and the exquisite wood carvings on the door were just like the solemnity and solemnity brought by this hall.

Amy and McGonagall said, flapping their wings and flying from McGonagall's arms. They walked through the trees dexterously. Two small silver braids swayed gently and ran up and down. The laughter of silver bells rang out in the church.

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

Some of the older priests were even more excited and prayed softly with their hands together.

"Meow, meow!"

The ugly duckling is running 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 mid air, looked down at the ugly duckling and said with a smile.

"Meow!"

The ugly duckling was surprised, slipped, and fell directly into a pile of dead leaves, his whole head into the leaves, and then kept this posture.

"It's no use pretending to be dead." The devil's voice rang out from his ear. The ugly duckling tried to drill his head deeper into the leaves, just like an ostrich that put his head into the sand and exposed his buttocks outside. Then Amy took it out of the leaves.

Amy took the duckling to the front, looked at it seriously and said, "although you are an ugly duckling now, you should remember that you will become a white swan in the future. If you are afraid of Gao, do you want to be a white swan running on the ground?"

"Meow, meow."

The ugly duckling blinked wrongly with big blue eyes. Tears had been swirling in her eyes, like a frightened child.

"Come on, you can do it." Amy rubbed her cat's head, flapped her little wings behind her, and her figure rose instantly.

"Meow... Ouch --"

McGonagall looked at the ugly duckling, who was scared to make a husky sound. He wanted to laugh even more. He couldn't help thinking, "do Ugly Duckling and purple have two Kazakh lineages?"

After playing with Amy for a while, McGonagall saw that more and more missionaries were paying attention to Amy, so he waved to Amy and said, "Xiaomi, come down. It's time for us to go."

Amy swoops down from the sky holding the ugly duckling with closed eyes, and just falls into Meg's arms. The bright smile on her face is in sharp contrast to the ugly duckling whose eyes are wet with tears.

"Ouch... Meow ~" the ugly duckling opened her eyes and looked at Amy wrongly. She opened her mouth and gave a cry.

"Ugly duckling, good performance. I will take you to the sky every day in the future." Amy rubbed the ugly duckling's head with a smile.

"Meow"

The ugly duckling rolled his eyes and fell into a coma in Amy's arms.