Chapter 235: Under the Five Finger Mountain
“Where do you think you’re going, Your Holiness? Are you planning to abandon your followers and escape alone?” Kailun returned to the long table, holding a book. “Or are you worried that your poor acting will expose your true identity? Alright, I’ll give you a chance to face them yourself.”
Meggie Liran looked at Kailun with confusion. “You’re planning to avoid them?”
Kailun patted her shoulder, making her stand up from the chair, and then sat down himself. “No need.”
“But Paul clearly knows you. Aren’t you going to hide? Are you planning to reveal everything?” Meggie Liran was even more puzzled.
“No, I have a better option.”
Kailun enveloped himself in white light, encompassing a one-meter radius.
Seeing that there was still some space left, he said to Meggie Liran, “Come in, Your Holiness. You don’t have much time left. As for whether you want to squat in front of the chair or sit on my lap, it’s your choice.”
With Kailun’s deliberate control, the remaining space only gave her two options: sit on his lap or squat in front of him.
“I knew you were up to no good. You’re just waiting to see me make a fool of myself.”
Meggie Liran raised a book, wanting to hit Kailun on the head, but remembering that she was no match for him, she reluctantly put it down.
“Can’t I enjoy a little entertainment after working hard all night? Your Holiness is being too heartless.”
Kailun continued flipping through the book, his speed not slowing down, as if multitasking wasn’t a problem for him.
Meggie Liran bit her lip. Neither option was good.
Sitting on Kailun’s lap would give him an advantage, while squatting on the ground would be a loss of dignity.
Moreover, squatting would make her voice sound strange, as if it were coming from the ground.
“Your Holiness, may we enter?”
Charles’s voice came from outside the door.
Kailun imitated Meggie Liran’s voice. “Come in.”
Meggie Liran: “!!!”
Without time to think, she dove under the long table, hiding in the white light in front of the chairs.
Compared to her remaining dignity, she would rather not let Kailun take advantage of her.
Sitting on his lap would not only be a loss of dignity but also give him pleasure. It wasn’t worth it.
However, Kailun wouldn’t let her have her way. As the door opened, he contracted the white light around him, shrinking Meggie Liran’s hiding space.
She glanced at the door and saw Charles walking in.
‘Bastard!’
Meggie Liran cursed Kailun silently and sat on the ground. To avoid exposing her back, she hugged his legs tightly, pressing her body against him.
From the outside, Kailun’s white light looked like a halved oval sphere on the ground. Sensing the shrinking space and realizing that her head was exposed, Meggie Liran rested her chin on his knees.
This scene looked incredibly bizarre, a strangely appealing sight, but only Kailun, enveloped in the white light, could see it.
Now, Meggie Liran had not only lost her dignity but had also been completely taken advantage of by Kailun.
He could clearly feel the soft curves of her body against his thighs. She was pressing so close that he even felt a sense of “overflowing.”
As expected of Saint Chrissy’s “mother,” her figure was undeniably impressive.
Kailun flipped through the book with one hand and patted Meggie Liran’s head with the other, signaling her to speak.
She glared at him, her eyes filled with resentment.
Meggie Liran said, “Speak. Why are you here?”
Her resentment was clearly conveyed to Charles and Paul.
Charles and Paul, who had just entered, could only see a ball of white light by the long table. Sensing the Pope’s displeasure, they quickly bowed.
Charles: “I apologize for disturbing you, Your Holiness. I haven’t been able to pay my respects due to my injury. Please forgive my transgression.”
Paul: “Thank you for your generosity, Your Holiness. My strength has increased significantly. It’s all thanks to you.”
The former was genuinely grateful, while the latter was just putting on an act.
Paul had suffered immensely these past few days, almost reaching his breaking point.
Fortunately, the engraving of the magic circles had been faster than he expected, allowing him to endure it.
During this time, not only had his strength increased greatly, but he had also befriended several Cardinals, establishing connections with some people within the Temple.
Setting aside the price he had paid, he had at least achieved his initial goal.
He would suck the Temple dry, enriching himself to the fullest.
The magic bestowed by the Pope was indeed useful, but not as effective as he had expected. His overall strength had only increased by fifty percent.
To become even stronger, he had secretly contacted a few Cardinals, including two of the old men from the previous days, to engrave more magic circles.
Paul could use his status as Holy Son to obtain more benefits. The key now was how to get Harry out of here. This was his true purpose for seeking an audience with the Pope.
“Mmm~”
Paul and Charles seemed to hear a faint moan.
They exchanged glances, their expressions strange.
The sound was caused by Kailun pinching Meggie Liran’s lips and pulling on her cheeks, contorting her face into various shapes.
He had ruthlessly silenced her. Her resentful words were full of flaws.
“I’m glad you’ve come. I’m currently short-handed. Charles, stay behind and help me find some books. As for Holy Son Paul, do you have anything to say?”
Having silenced Meggie Liran, Kailun took control of the conversation.
Paul: “I want to see Harry. I want to take him back to my hometown. Not now, but maybe in a week. Please trust me. After sending Harry home, I’ll return immediately. After all, I’ve signed the contract, haven’t I?”
For some reason, although the Pope’s voice hadn’t changed, it now sounded incredibly annoying.
It was like encountering Kailun, stirring an urge to drag the Pope into a self-destructive attack. It was strange.
Kailun paused his page-flipping. “Oh, is that so? I agree. But let me ask, where’s your hometown?”
Paul: “My hometown… I don’t have a hometown. My birthplace is a sad place. There’s a demon there named Kailun. He destroyed my hometown. So wherever Harry’s hometown is, that’s my hometown.”
Charles looked at Paul in surprise. He hadn’t expected this guy to be sentimental.
Kailun: “You can leave now. I’ll have Harry come find you later.”
“Thank you for your generosity. May Your Holiness’s glory last forever.”
Leaving those words behind, Paul left the library without looking back.
“Your Holiness, is there anything I can help you with?”
After a moment of silence, Charles placed the gift box on the table and asked.
“Pat, pat!”
Meggie Liran, trapped in front of Kailun, lightly patted his thigh, urging him with her eyes to dismiss Charles.
However, Kailun pretended not to notice, patting her head as he said, “Help me find some books on the history of the Temple. No matter how important or unimportant, just gather them all and put them on the table.”
“Understood!”
Charles’s eyes lit up, and he immediately ran to the bookshelves in the spacious hall to search.
Only after Charles had moved a certain distance away did Meggie Liran raise her head and whisper, “That’s too much! Aren’t you afraid of being discovered?”
Kailun pinched her ear. “I’m not afraid. I can just kill them to silence them. If Your Holiness doesn’t want your loyal subordinates to die at the hands of the ‘Pope,’ then stay put.”
He pressed her head against his knees again and returned his attention to the book.
There was a saying that “within books, there are beautiful women.” At least, the current Kailun had found a different interpretation, although he wasn’t overly affected.
Although the Pope’s body was soft and supple, it wasn’t enough to make him lose his mind.
Perhaps with Chrissy, there was a slight possibility, but only a slight one.
Meggie Liran: “…”
Did he have any morals? Did he have any respect for the Temple’s rules?
She wanted to escape from Kailun’s clutches, but she was trapped under his “Five Finger Mountain,” unable to move.
The more she struggled, the more her body rubbed against his legs.
“Go ahead and ‘play.’ In the end, I’m the one who benefits.” Kailun added, twisting the knife.
Meggie Liran was on the verge of tears. Her struggles had been turned into “playfulness” by Kailun’s words.
“Your Holiness, do these books meet your requirements?”
Soon, Charles, familiar with the library, returned to Kailun’s side with five or six books in his arms.
Just before Charles approached, Kailun expanded the range of his white light, trapping Meggie Liran’s head between his legs to prevent her from struggling.
“Put them down. I’ll read them later. Go find some other books.”
Kailun continued flipping through the pages, the only difference being that one of his hands was now in Meggie Liran’s mouth.
The feedback was viscous and slippery, slightly warm, and strangely familiar.
Unfortunately, Meggie Liran couldn’t harm him at all. Her bite was even weaker than Chrissy’s.
In comparison, the attribute boost from Paul was much more exciting. He roughly estimated it to be equivalent to the attributes of three ordinary ninth-rank mages.
With stronger attributes, he could handle more trouble. Based on his current attributes, he could confidently accept the Empress’s invitation.
No matter what her plans were, he could overcome them with brute force.
But this feeling of invincibility didn’t last long. Half an hour later, Kailun received a magic letter from Carol.
Seeing her speculation, he instantly hardened.
His fists and fingers hardened.
Meggie Liran, the first to experience his “hardening,” opened her mouth wide in pain.
Her teeth… almost shattered.
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