"Poof, cough, cough!" Elise was flushed, coughing violently, and her forehead was bleeding.

Wang Heng stretched out a free hand, patted her back comfortingly, and helped her comb her breath.

It took a long time to calm down.

Wang Heng smiled and continued to hand over the wine: "You still owe me half a bottle of wine." ”

Elise's eyes were filled with anger: "That's how you treat a lady? ”

Wang Heng shrugged: "You know, I never treat magicians as human beings. ”

"I'm not a magician!" Elise vetoed it flatly.

Wang Hengmo rubbed his chin: "What is that?" Surrogate? Executioners? ”

Glancing at her, Wang Heng said with a smile: "I'm afraid you're not qualified enough, right?" Could it be an intern of the Heresy Inquisition Order? ”

"Either way, aren't there people who use magic?" Wang Heng laughed.

"It's the Word! It's not dirty magic! Elise turned her head angrily.

Wang Heng patted her head with a smile: "That's right, dirty." ”

Then he handed the glass over again: "It's not done yet." ”

Elise gritted her teeth and glared at him: "Bullying a woman makes you feel so fulfilled?" ”

Wang Heng nodded firmly: "Of course." ”

Then he looked at Elise, and the corners of his mouth pulled up a wicked smile: "If the object is a member of the church, the pleasure will be doubled." ”

Elise gave him a disgusted look: "Sure enough, magicians are crazy. ”

Wang Heng smiled: "I can't agree with this, the madman is from the Templar Church, and I want you to call me a scumbag." ”

"Maniac!" Elise continued to scold.

Wang Heng spread his hands: "Okay, it's good if you're happy." ”

The so-called holy words and baptismal chanting can be seen by anyone with a discerning eye to be no different from magic, and can only be said to be magic that specializes in spirits.

It's not just magicians who think so, but even within churches, the agencies that are really responsible for dangerous clean-up tasks are not shy about using magic, and the biggest example is the burial mechanism that claims to "open the way for God."

That is, Elise, a little lamb who does not know the dangers of the world, will believe that they are not learning magic.

However, he is not Elise's teacher, so he is not interested in giving her popular science.

Leaning forward and approaching Elise, Wang Heng rubbed her ears and temples very affectionately, and murmured: "However, the wine has not been drunk yet." ”

Elise tried her best to fall backwards, half of her body was lying on the bed, trying to avoid Wang Heng's persecution, but Wang Heng bullied her and fell on the bed.

Elise was ashamed and indignant, and urged the Holy Word again, but the sluggishness was still there, so she had to say hatefully: "Get up!" Give me the wine! ”

Wang Heng chuckled, but he was not too pressing, he stood up, picked up the wine glass from the table and handed it to Elise.

Elise glared at him fiercely and took the glass.

With the first lesson, coupled with the fact that the magic power was banned by Wang Heng, Elise did not recklessly swallow the cow drink, but drank it smoothly little by little.

It's a pity that this girl probably hasn't drunk much real spirits, Wang Heng deliberately distilled and blended some high-grade liquor when he was doing experiments, which itself was used as a base wine when blending, although it was not purified too much to be suitable for direct drinking, but it was also quite strong.

It's just that he did some tricks and feet when he used it, so that it was not so irritating to enter his throat, but his stamina was not small at all.

A cup into her stomach, Elise's cheeks were red, but she still refused to admit defeat and gestured to Wang Heng for the empty cup.

Wang Heng smiled and applauded, his courage was indeed commendable.

If she has a drunken seizure, I'm afraid she doesn't even know what she will look like.

If he had any desires, she wouldn't have the slightest ability to resist.

It may be that the previous alcohol has not all dissipated, and the onset of the second glass of wine is faster than Wang Heng imagined.

At first, he was strong and patient, but after a while, he couldn't help but gasp again and again.

Wang Heng admired Elise who was tearing at the thin skirt in front of him with a hot face, and took a sip of the not-so-strong wine in his hand from time to time.

He didn't put any flattery, and Elise was able to do this purely talented.

But it's a pity that he doesn't have that much leisure to watch a good show.

With a snap of her fingers, Elise looked over as if she was attracted, her eyes blurred.

"Name?" Wang Heng asked calmly.

"I, Elise." The girl gasped and murmured unconsciously in reply.

"Where are you from?" After checking the effect, it seems that it should have been a success.

Wang Heng's study of the spirit is not in-depth, otherwise he would not have to drink to interfere with his mind, but fortunately, there is no magic to dispel alcohol, and he can still do it with a slight hint.

"County Jotun." Elise's eyes glazed off.

Wang Heng rubbed his chin, a little suspicious.

Between Jotun and Francis's maple leaf collars, there are two viscounts, four baronies, and I don't know how many knights, and it is about the same distance from his house, although it is not far from the straight-line distance, but in the case of the nobles dividing the land, this is not to be intervened.

"What about your parents' names?" Just to be on the safe side, I'll ask again.

"Wales and Vivira Nanxing." I searched in my head, but I couldn't find these two names.

Judging from Elise's demeanor, she should have a certain aristocratic quality, but it is a surname that she has never heard of, so it is nothing more than incognito...... Or the rural post-Jin aristocracy who did not enter the stream.

Wang Heng prefers the first option.

"How did you join the Templar Church?" Wang Heng was actually more curious about this question, in terms of Elise's half-hung magic, he really couldn't imagine that the madman of the church would accept such a little innocence, but the magic nature that made him feel uncomfortable was a real templar church style.

Of course, apart from the baptismal chants that the Templar Church mainly uses to deal with the ghosts of the dead, the confrontation that everyone will practice is actually a physical technique that has been passed down after being collected and modified by themselves.

Even the surrogate practitioners in the burial mechanism who like to use magic are somewhat.

But Wang Heng didn't see any trace of physical skills in Elise's resistance.

In other words, aside from the half-hung Word Magic, Elise had no trace of a Templar madman.

“…… Didn't join. There was a struggle on her face before Elise replied.

Wang Heng scratched his head a little: "Where did you get your cross?" ”

“…… Father and mother got it. The answer was extremely subtle, and Wang Heng's heart couldn't help but tighten.

It seems that the owner has been found.

"Which part of the Templar Church did your parents belong to?" The voice was deep.

"The Eighth Secret Society." Still answering unconsciously.

Wang Heng couldn't help but sigh and rubbed his eyebrows.

The so-called secret sign, in the doctrine of the Templar Church, refers to the seven kinds of grace bestowed by God.

Baptism, marriage, order, conviction, confession, anointing, holy order.

And the eighth secret is the "non-existent grace" in the teachings.

That is, the power of rebellion.

A special institution whose main purpose is the recovery and management of sacred relics.

Since it is in the name of something that violates the doctrine, there is no need to expect that the members will be normal.

The trickiest thing is that they are in possession of holy relics.

Not to mention familiar relics such as the Crown of Thorns, the Shroud of Turin, and the Spear of Longinus, even related objects such as Judas's bloodstained silver coins are also subject to containment.

Not to mention powerful, what is even more difficult is its paradox.

The devil knows what powers the holy relics are given by the blood of the saints.

Subconsciously picked up the cross in his hand and looked at it.

The tortured Jesus had a compassionate and painful expression on his face, and blood flowed down his body from the spikes.

Only then did Wang Heng notice that the workmanship of the cross was meticulous.

It's too real, and it's even too profane.

Gathering his mind, he looked at Elise.

Elise hung her head as if she were asleep.

But Wang Heng still has a question that he cares about: "How did you find me?" ”

The Eighth Sacred Order has always been free to go its own way, but it is the responsibility of the Knights of the Heresy to hunt down magicians, and at worst it is the burial authorities to deal with it, although their main duty is to seal the Twenty-Seven True Ancestors.

But Elise found him with a clear purpose, and I am afraid that she also investigated, and even knew that the color lure technique was easy to bait him.

"Because you suck the blood of girls every day, and every time you enter the castle, the girls have different faces, so they must be vampires." There was no hesitation in this answer, but Wang Heng could only have question marks on his face.

He? Sucking the blood of a young girl? Still not the same every day?

The conscience of heaven and earth, if the speed of his replacement is averaged, it will be one in three days at most! This is slander!

But after all, he doesn't suck blood at all, right?

Rubbing his temples with a headache, Wang Heng sorted out his chaotic thoughts: "Where did you hear that?" ”

"On the books!" Answer.

"What book?" His face twitched, and Wang Heng already had an extremely ominous premonition.

"One Hundred Years of Horror."

Wang Heng covered his face, feeling so ashamed that he exploded.

The book, he had heard, came from the ridicule of Francis, written by some noblewoman who had peacefully broken up—probably.

In the book, he is portrayed as a shameless aristocratic playboy who plays with girls, and not only plays with a pure heart, but he also does not let go of his body when he becomes a vampire, and he transforms all girls into his vampire slaves in a desperate desire, and at the end he is bathed in the blood of the girls, turning the heroine into a puppet who will only obey his orders.

In fact, that lady would not directly write that Wang Heng and her real name hurt each other, but she ingeniously sandwiched the family crest of Purple Kite and Wang Heng's name in an obscure form.

Although he personally felt that he was hiding it quite bluntly and far-fetched, because he traveled extensively, a considerable number of aristocratic women relied on their brains to decipher the hidden words.

Although he burned the books that Francis found with a quick sweep, he would not destroy all the books, and the follow-up even helped his popularity, so he let it go.

I never expected that I would lay the groundwork in this kind of place and drill out a second-year girl who is passionate about eliminating harm for the people.

Especially the real exorcists who are linked to the Templar Church.