……feather?

It seemed to be her own misunderstanding, Ilsa always felt that this piece of feathers had an aura of decay and decay.

She quickly glanced at Alan with her peripheral vision, and was surprised to find that his expression was very normal, and he didn't seem to notice the falling feathers.

Ilsa withdrew her peripheral vision and was about to take a closer look when a voice as cold as a clear spring suddenly sounded above her head.

"Who?"

Ilsa didn't have time to react and was pulled behind Alan with great speed almost instantly.

"Excuse me, we are students of Catalan Holy Academy. Who are you?" Alan took a straight step back and asked in a guarded yet humble manner.

The visitor stood there, raising his eyelashes slightly, and his beautiful and holy face showed a faint air of weariness.

——Angel Samuel. He is indeed hiding here.

He hid his wings, so no wonder Alan regarded him as an ordinary person. Even so, his temperament was far from human.

Ilsa looked at the seemingly normal angel in front of her, not daring to express her nervousness, for fear that the other party would see through her disguise and chop her down with a swipe of her sickle.

"Passers-by." Samuel said calmly, without the anger and resentment he had when facing Ilsa.

He glanced at Ilsa without any fluctuation in his eyes, and turned to leave.

"Wait a minute!" Ilsa suddenly shouted.

Samuel stopped and turned to look at her sideways.

Ilsa looked at Samuel calmly and saw that there was no hatred but impatience in his dark green eyes, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of joy.

It seems that this ring of the earth god is indeed effective.

She pursed her lips to hide her smile, then raised her hand to point to Samuel's ankle: "You have a broken skin there."

The dark and heavy shackles were still hanging on the angel's ankles, scratching off a piece of his pale skin, revealing the bright red flesh inside.

Samuel frowned slightly, and his thick green eyes looked at Ilsa in the form of a young girl sarcastically: "This has nothing to do with you, does it?"

I don't know why, but from the first moment he saw this little girl, he had an indescribable dislike for her. He didn't hate children, but this little girl's face always reminded him of her.

The Supreme Goddess…

Whenever he thinks of that person, he can't control his emotions.

"Sir, she just cares about you and has no ill intentions." Alan frowned and said.

"Oh?" Samuel couldn't help but sneer, "So should I still be grateful to you?"

Alan: "You should know very well that this is not what I meant."

"I'm not interested in what you mean. I only have one request for you."

Samuel looked at Ilsa indifferently, "Put away your cheap sympathy and get out of here."

Ilsa: "..."

What an angel, what a bad temper.

Although these words were unpleasant, Ilsa didn't mind hearing them. What she didn't expect was that Alan was actually angered by these words.

"Your Excellency, I don't know what you have been through." The handsome knight's eyes were serious, revealing an almost cold edge, "But you should not slander her goodwill. Please apologize to her."

Ilsa looked up at him in surprise, and the upright blond young man gently squeezed her palm as if to comfort her.

This action caught Samuel's eyes, and a subtle displeasure suddenly rose in his heart.

He couldn't tell what this displeasure meant, but he inexplicably recalled the last time he saw Ilsa.

It was the same at that time. She was protected by other men behind her, and her holy and beautiful face showed aloof indifference.

She doesn't even remember who he is.

But it was clearly her who banished him.

Samuel's expression became worse and worse, and his rich emerald eyes gradually became dark and gloomy. Seeing that something was wrong, Ilsa quickly pulled Alan's sleeve.

Alan bent down, and Ilsa stood on tiptoes, and whispered in his ear: "Brother Alan, this man seems to be a madman, should we leave quickly?"

Alan: "But..."

"Why are we arguing with a madman?" Ilsa muttered in a low voice, "Look at him, he looks like he's about to get sick. If he doesn't leave, he won't be able to leave!"

Alan glanced at the angel with a complicated expression, thought for a while and finally listened to Ilsa's words. He took Ilsa's hand, saluted Samuel, and left in long strides.

Samuel was still immersed in strong emotions and did not notice the two people leaving.

After being completely out of Samuel's sight, Alan knelt down and asked Ilsa softly: "Would you like to visit other places?"

Ilsa shook her head: "No, I don't want to meet that person again."

Alan smiled and touched the little girl's furry head, "Then let's go back."

Ilsa agreed, and the two of them did not stay in the dense forest anymore and returned to the academy along the original route.

"Ilsa, why have you been gone so long?"

When Ilsa returned to the college, she saw Constantine and Lester downstairs of the dormitory as expected. The two still maintained a subtle distance. When he saw Ilsa, Constantine ran over immediately.

"I discussed some academic issues with the Earth God." Ilsa kept talking without changing her expression.

"Academic problem?" Constantine's eyes were suspicious, "What academic problem?"

Ilsa: "Why are you asking so many questions? You don't understand."

Constantine: "..."

The dragon threw his head to the side angrily, and Lester spoke slowly, "Who is the God of the Earth?"

Ilsa: "The god of earth's fertility, Earth God is the nickname I gave him."

"A nickname?" Lester raised his eyebrows and said, "This nickname is quite interesting. Why don't you give me a nickname too?"

"Okay," Ilsa glanced at him lazily, "just call her Hermaphrodite."

Lester: "...let's forget it."

Although he didn't understand what "hermaphrodite" meant, his intuition told him that it was not a good word.

The three of them walked and chatted in the college. In the afternoon, they received supplies from the life instructor and became familiar with the various courses in the college. In this way, the day ended quickly in the busyness.

At night, Ilsa sat by the bed and opened the sea of ​​consciousness as a routine, allowing the prayers from all of Libreville to come in.

Then she heard Samuel's curse again.

He gnashed his teeth in disgust, as if he wanted to crush her to pieces.

"Is he sick again? When I saw him during the day, he was obviously normal." Ilsa asked Shen Nian angrily.

"It's normal during the day because he didn't recognize you." Shen Nian explained, "His hatred is only directed at you, Ilsa."

Ilsa: "..."

Should she still feel relieved? At least Samuel was targeting only her and would not attack other innocent people out of hatred.

How could she, a goddess, be so frustrated? No, she had to go and see again.

Ilsa sighed helplessly, stood up and started to go out.

"Are you going out to 'do errands' again?" Lester leaned against the door and looked at her with a half-smile.

Ilsa also responded with a warm smile: "Yes. I believe that with your character, you won't bother me, right?"

Lester paused slightly, his expression unchanged: "Of course not."
Chapter completed!