Ilsa began to wonder if Lester had some serious sexual fetish.

Otherwise, she would never be able to figure out why a person would be obsessed with a statue.

Although she was not in the statue of the goddess now, she was frightened when she saw Lester, a pervert, and wanted to leave here reflexively.

However, she still took a step slower, and Lester had already heard her footsteps.

He turned around naturally, and his curious eyes fell on Ilsa.

"Are you here to visit the goddess statue too?"

Ilsa nodded stiffly: "Hmm...ah...that's right..."

"It seems that your aesthetics is as good as mine." Lester walked up to Ilsa with great interest, his deep black eyes looking straight at the statue of the goddess in front of him.

"She's so beautiful, isn't she?"

Ilsa heartily agreed: "That's right."

"What do you think is her most beautiful part?"

"...eyes?" Ilsa held her chin like Lester and looked at her carefully, "Sad and solemn, as if she was holding a pool of clear tears."

"No," Lester shook his head regretfully, "it's the thigh."

Ilsa: "..."

That's enough. Stop repeating your sexual fetishes. I don't want to hear them.

She looked away with a look of disgust and was about to leave when Leicester suddenly held her wrist.

Ilsa frowned slightly: "What do you want to do?"

Lester stared at her meaningfully, and Ilsa's heart beat faster subconsciously. Those dark eyes seemed to have some kind of special magic power. Just by looking at her briefly, they seemed to penetrate her soul.

.

Lester spoke slowly, his voice low and soft: "You smell something strange."

No, one and two are like this. Do your noses look like dog noses?

"Really? Maybe it smells like salted fish." Ilsa broke away from Lester's hand as if nothing had happened.

"Not just salted fish."

Lester leaned closer to Ilsa and sniffed her delicate neck.

"And the stench of dragons."

Ilsa: "..."

He actually called her smelly. This was the first time in her life that someone called her smelly.

And it still smells bad.

Ilsa was deeply hit, and her whole body withered instantly.

Lester glanced at her and added with a half-smile: "But it still can't cover up your own fragrance."

Ilsa breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably. Great, it's not her who stinks, it's Constantine...

Wait, that's not right. Constantine doesn't have any smell on his body, so how could it get to her?

Ilsa suddenly understood.

What Lester was talking about was not the real smell. It was the unique smell of her and Constantine.

——The breath of dragon, and the breath of god.

It seems that Lester is no ordinary person.

"Have you ever smelled what a dragon smells like?" Ilsa backed away slightly and distanced herself from Lester.

Lester curled his lips slightly: "No. But the aura of dragons is very strong, and you can tell it when you smell it."

"So you are just talking nonsense." Ilsa said firmly.

Lester said nothing, looking at her with a faint smile.

He is the complete opposite of Constantine.

Constantine's eyes are very direct, showing clearly what he likes, what he hates, what he wants and what he doesn't want.

Lester, on the other hand, is hard to see through. When you come into contact with him, it's like you are separated by a layer of fog, and he stands quietly behind the fog, observing your every move with great interest.

This made Ilsa instinctively wary of him.

"You are very interesting." Lester suddenly said, "Let's make friends. My name is Lester Stewart. What's your name?"

Ilsa was silent.

"Well, let me guess." Lester moved his eyes slightly, intertwined his slender fingers, and the fingertips touched each other lightly.

"——Wendy, am I right?"

Ilsa raised her eyelashes slightly and replied coldly: "Wrong guess."

"What a pity." Lester shook his head regretfully, "You know, you are really similar to a little girl I know named Wendy."

"Really?" Ilsa looked interested, "After hearing what you said, I also want to meet this little girl."

Lester looked at her with a half-smile: "You probably won't be able to see her anymore."

Ilsa: "..."

Every word of this Lester was testing her. Sure enough, a guy who likes to touch the thighs of statues is not a normal person.

Ilsala lowered the brim of her hat and prepared to stay away from this guy: "Sorry, I have something to do at home, so I have to go back first."

After saying that, she turned around and left. Lester stood there without moving, but raised his voice slightly and called her: "You haven't told me your name yet."

Ilsa paused slightly: "Ilsa."

She quickly left the church, leaving Leicester quietly looking at her slender figure.

"Ilsa..." He glanced sideways at the beautiful and silent goddess statue and murmured in a low voice, "Why are you so afraid of me?"

"Am I acting too much like a bad guy?"

In the next few days, Ilsa stayed in the statue of the goddess and did not go out.

Firstly, she needs to accumulate faith, and secondly, that guy Constantine hasn't come back yet.

Only when Constantine brings back the information she wants can they proceed with their next plan.

During the past few days in the monastery, her spiritual thoughts were almost silent for a moment. They kept nagging in Ilsa's mind, just like a stock investor who had been injected with chicken blood.

"It's gone up, it's gone up! It's gone up again!"

"I can't stop it at all, this surge is going crazy!"

Ilsa's ears were almost calloused. Wasn't it just to gain a little more faith? It wasn't gold coins, so why was she so excited?

"This is faith, your divine power, how can it be compared with money!" Shen Nian retorted with dissatisfaction.

Ilsa: "Of course they cannot be compared, and divine power cannot be spent as money..."

In fact, what worries her most now is not her divine power, but money.

Ever since that show-off at the top of the tower, rumors about the goddess's arrival spread throughout Pamela overnight as if they had grown legs. The citizens' belief in the goddess was revived because of this rumor, and it has even spread to the empire.

of other areas.

Ilsa was naturally delighted with this result, but she soon realized that divine power alone was not enough.

You know, she is penniless now.

If you want to find the demigods scattered around the world, you can't do it without money.

What's more, she now has an extra oil bottle.

Just as she was troubled, the sound of the oil bottle sounded in her consciousness.

"Ilsa, where are you?"

Ilsa immediately asked: "Have you found out about those people?"

"Well, where are you?"

Ilsa thought for a while: "You go to the small statue in the clock tower and wait for me."

"good."

Constantine's voice disappeared. Ilsa concentrated on imagining the location of the clock tower. As the light in front of her eyes suddenly brightened, she teleported herself to the top floor of the clock tower again.

The goddess statue in the tower shone with a faint light. After a few seconds, an exquisite and beautiful girl slowly walked out of the statue.

Constantine stared at her in the dark.

"Constantine, what did you find out?" Ilsa looked at the man in front of her expectantly, her blue eyes as penetrating and moving as the deep sea.

"Master... I haven't seen you for so long." Constantine brought Ilsala in front of him, put his hot hands on the girl's waist, and looked down at her with his dark golden eyes.

"Shouldn't you comfort me first?"
To be continued...