"Can you tell me all the revelations of God?" Ryan continued.

"I can't... Damn little one, sell your soul completely to the devil, you know all the secrets"

"What will happen to the demons with the sacrificed items?" Ryan asked.

"It's not a wonderful question, the soul of a person is sacrificed after death, of course it is eaten by the devil, and the soul is the devil's favorite!

"Sacrifice the body with the soul, or sacrifice your own soul?"

Luca looked at Ryan a little weirdly.

"Little one, it's better not to do stupid things in a living state!"

"Remember, the sacrifice is the tribute, little one, what you would expect to be the tribute to you is alive, and then you listen to his wails as you chew on him, and the devil doesn't find flesh delicious."

"Remember, if you don't reach that state of no salvation, you can't sacrifice alive, otherwise the sacrificer and the sacrificed will surely suffer!

"Sacrifice your own soul, well, this is okay in normal times, but it won't work in this case, the magician of the church can see at a glance that my soul is ritual disappearing, and then my body will be burned at the stake again! Damn, my body can be destroyed no matter how it is, but I can't be burned at the stake!"

"That's why I'm not sacrificing myself in prison right now, of course without you, little one, I might try to do that"

Ryan swallowed.

"All the magic in my body has been nullified by the damned Nureliut, otherwise I wouldn't have to cooperate with you little brat, may my god bless me so that I can escape this damned judgment," Luca said sadly.

"Come, look at the sacrificial circle I drawn, remember it in your mind, remember it is dead, otherwise we two damn guys will become really dead"

Luca and Ryan quietly discuss tomorrow's death escape. The sky quickly darkened and it was night.

In the darkness of the night, a thin layer of fog spread over the people's heads, so much so that the bell-ringers on the top of the bell tower of the Manchique branch of the Holy Church always sucked in the thick fog, as if the fog contained a pleasant fragrance.

In the courtyard of Manchik's ruling residence, a group of ten dismounted knights dressed in fish scale armor and holding sharp-edged spears with wooden handles and steel tips two people high, entered from the front yard gate with a sound of ping-pong bells, and walked quickly in front of the giant stone lion directly opposite, and walked towards the backyard vigilantly.

Standing behind the gate, there was some distraction in the porch, and the drowsy guard knight woke up with a shudder, and the two hurriedly picked up the long sword that was propped up on the ground. Make a guard pose. "Damn martial law," the older knight muttered to himself in exasperation.

"Uncle Vic, as your distant relative, the strange scene I saw in the afternoon may be able to solve your doubts" Vic couldn't help but smile, but it was not beautiful, and the white stubble cracked open as his face twisted. The black and yellow teeth in the stubble lips are very conspicuous.

"Little Rick, perhaps, when there is such an opportunity, I should take you to try the taste of growth, after all, you have grown up at the age of fifteen," Bick said meaningfully.

"Uncle Vic, this is an opportunity that I am looking forward to very much," Likeharwitt laughed as well.

"In the afternoon, while I was exercising the power which God had given me to make it convenient, I heard the argument between the Archon and Miss Lis," Reich Havitt recalled.

"So, little Rick, have you heard any taboos? I hope that my distant nephew will think about it again, whether or not to speak out, so that I will be dealt an unpredictable blow to me, who has the title of Oak Shield of the Guard," Vic retracted his smile, and warned Rick Harwitt with a little drumming in his heart.

"Uncle Vic, I think I'm willing to speak!"

"This was the scene"

The consul and Miss Lisi should have come from the front yard, there seemed to be a lot of people in the backyard, so the consul took Miss Lisy and said to Liz very impatiently: Damn, little Lis, there are so many damn guys in the backyard, can't you be a little less secretive in the negotiation?

"My dearest uncle, I can't give up that little fellow," Lisi said in a somewhat bleak tone. Liz seemed to burst into tears as she spoke.

"Your uncle and I!Limershaw are in power!The future province is in power!Is it not as good as the life of a little one!"Limershaw will both exchange religious letters with Lishy.

"Little Lis, you're just a nurse at the orphanage!"

"You have no obligation to nurture that little one!"

Limershaw probably thought that this was the back mountain, and the tone of the negotiation was a little big, as big as Xiao Li Ke in the jungle of the trail, and when it was convenient, he gasped for air, not noticing that the leaves of the bush relieved him of his worries.

Liz might be a little more cautious.

"That little one! Lisy whispered in Limershaw's ear.

"Damn it, my little Liss, you've solved my little doubts for years," Limershaw said angrily and hatefully.

"So, my uncle, can you save poor little Ryan?" Lisi said pleadingly.

"Let me think about it!" said Limershaw, thoughtfully.

"Then you talk about it first... ”

Limershaw and Lisi had already walked away, and after Xiao Lik hurriedly re-solved his worries, he left the back mountain trail with doubts.

"So, my damned nephew, do you think what you're saying has anything to do with martial law?" Vic believed he was hearing a minor nuisance. Perhaps this involves the secret of Miss Lis's unmarried thirty-year-old.

"Martial law should have something to do with little Ryan, I think at the end of the night, we will solve the small problems of the ruling lord, and maybe the adults will be impressed with me and my dear distant uncle," said little Rick's eyes lit up.

"Damn it, be honest with me! But you can really try to ask that gentle and kind Miss Liz if she needs help."

In the center of the Ruling Compound, the house belonging to Limershodu, is a very tall and spacious bungalow building, surrounded by walls of creamy white clouds, and the top floor of pale green glazed tiles is steeper and steeper, arching towards the center. It appears to be a crown building, a miniature version of the building modeled after the great imperial capital crown building.

Limershaw lay barearm on a large round bed of blue and white silk bedding, with an uninterested, sleepy woman in her arms.

"This, Riastina, I thought about it for a moment, I thought, only you can help me with both desire and generosity" Limershaw looked at the charming woman in his arms with a somewhat complicated expression.