St. Paul's Church, London...

The old man, with his face covered in stubble and scars, lit a cigarette at the door of St. Paul's Church and stood in front of the sacred place dedicated to God, his face without the slightest awe or reverence. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

His dark blue pupils showed indifferent coldness, and after taking a deep inhale of his cigarette viciously, he threw the cigarette butt aside, and then turned and walked into the church.

"Damn the rules!" The old man cursed.

"May the Lord bless you, Mr. Norey!"

Each brick is imbued with a slightly cold, solemn and dignified sacredness, which even the unfaithful may be infected with believing in the existence of God.

The old man walked into the monastery and sat lazily on the wooden chair of prayer, ignoring the bishop in red dress at the door.

"Mr. Norley, we should be disciplined before the Lord!" The cardinal reminded with a serious face.

"Put away your rules, I'm not one of those brainwashed believers, you should keep this nonsense for those stupid people who are full of thinking about getting something for nothing." The old man sneered and put his feet on the wooden chair?

"Mr. Norley, we are the Lord's agents in the world... Okay, let's get down to business. The red-clothed sect leader looked at the muzzle of the gun pointed at him, his expression changing in tone.

"Mr. Norey, I want you to leave that vampire in the hands of our church."

"Old man, you can't be stupid, do you think I worked so hard to get it back, it's for your captive pet?"

"That vampire still has comrades, if you don't kill them all, one day, her comrades will come back for revenge, for the safety of the world, we need to take risks."

"You want to use her as bait? No kidding. Even if she is a toddler, but in terms of the rating of bloodline, it is definitely the earl's upper position, and in the face of such a monster, no one knows what will happen! ”

"The Lord will bless us, and evil will be purified in the glory of the Lord!."

"Crazy people, I'm not going to fool around with you."

"Triple the pay!" The cardinal added unhurriedly.

“… Pay first! ”

"Half, when the judgment is over, the other half will be in your hands, and I can swear to the Lord!"

……

The gaze of the morning sun fell on the land of London.

The old man pulls a girl bound by shackles of inscribed runes.

"Why are you arresting me, I didn't kill anyone!" The blonde girl, who seemed to be six or seven years old, was puzzled.

"Your very existence is sin! The Lord will give judgment. The cardinal walked over and then continued to the old man: "Let's begin!"

"Little girl, do you like the sun? Dispel the dark sun! The sun that revives all things! The sun shines like gold! Everything in this world is like a collection of poems, and the sun must be the most beautiful poem! Feel the warmth of the sun. The old man laughed as he spoke, and under the girl's frightened gaze, he was pulled out of the prison where the sun was isolated, and pushed down on the high platform where the prisoner was judged.

Hiss~

The dazzling sunlight shrouded the girl, obviously it was still a little warm, it could be said that it was just the heat everywhere, but for the girl, it was like being in the lava.

"It hurts, it hurts, sister," the girl cried out with tears in her eyes, rolling on the ground, her delicate body glowing in the sunlight smelling of burnt.

"Woo woo woo ~ sister, it hurts, I don't dare to be disobedient anymore~ it hurts!" The scene of the girl struggling in pain on the ground, in the eyes of the old man and the cardinal, seemed to be more wonderful than the performance in the theater.

As time passed, every minute seemed to be infinitely prolonged by the evil taste of God, and after noon, the girl ceased to struggle, and lay numbly on the ground, with only the occasional twitch of her limbs silently recounting the signs of life.

"Mr. Norey, if she dies like this, it will not be enough to pay for her sins."

"Her bloodline is at least the upper rank of the earl, so that she can't even deal with the sun."

"Kill them!"

"Her comrades, their bloodline should not be much worse than hers, I don't want any accidents!"

"Don't worry, the crusaders are already lurking nearby, as long as another vampire dares to appear, they will definitely return to hell under the judgment of the Lord, this is their inevitable fate."

"Kill them, kill them, kill them!"

The old man lit a cigarette and put it in his mouth.

"Mr. Nore, smoking is not allowed in the church, please discipline yourself!"

"The Lord will forgive me, and the merit of cleaning up two vampires is enough to pay for my sins, and it would be better if the Lord would give me any reward. For example... Tell a certain cardinal to shut his mouth. The old man said sarcastically after spitting on the smoke ring.

"Kill them, kill them, kill them, kill them, kill them, kill them, kill them..."

It was like an endless vicious curse echoing, a sharp and piercing whisper.

At this moment, the old man suddenly felt a little uneasy, and subconsciously looked at the girl lying on the ground, as if the convulsions were more intense because of the increase in pain caused by the blazing sun in the middle of the day.

It seems that he has thought too much, even if the vampire's comrade wants to do it, he will not choose it in broad daylight.

The old man shook his head self-deprecatingly, it seems that he has done too much work, his nerves are beginning to be sensitive, maybe it's time to retire, after doing this vote, even if he spends the rest of his life drinking, there is no need to worry.

Thinking about it, the old man took a deep breath of cigarette, but found that he only inhaled a strong pungent smell, and the cigarette did not know when to go out.

What's going on? This tastes... It seems to be-

The old man subconsciously looked in the direction where the smell came from, and the cardinal sitting next to him... Its head turned into shreds in front of his eyes as if it had been pinched and exploded, and his head was full of brains splashed on the old man's stunned face.

The smell of blood!

"Killed—they—they—"

Flandorow suddenly woke up from her sleep, her back soaked with cold sweat, and a weak helplessness appeared on her pretty face.

"It's okay, Fran, this time, my sister won't leave you again." Remilia sat on the edge of the bed, as if she had been there all along, rubbing Flandrew's head and whispering.

"Sister, I dreamed again..."

"It's just a dream, don't think about it, forget about it." Remilia hugged Flandrew, and the soft touch made Flandorow feel a little reassured.

"Soon, Fran will be able to go out and play with everyone!"

"Sister-sama......"

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"What are you going to do if I don't promise you?" Yuelin finally calmed down and asked with a gloomy face.

"In fact, before that, I was only sixty percent sure, but after hearing Mr. Yuelin say this, I was ninety percent sure." Patchouli looked at Yuelin, who felt a little annoyed and angry as if she was being told the central thing, and said lightly.

"Why not ten percent?"

"No matter how small the chance, there is a possibility of it happening, and there is no 10% probability before the matter is decided."

Although she didn't admit it, Patchouli didn't deny it, if Yuelin refused to cooperate, would she take action, this was obviously a simple question to send points, and Yuelin wouldn't believe that this vicious girl wouldn't leave a way back for herself.

"I don't seem to have an option to refuse." Yuelin spread his hands and said helplessly.