The bishop knelt on the ground, bowed his head reverently, and after debriefing, thought for a moment, and said:

"Your Majesty, yesterday the temple broke into a blood clan, as if not afraid of the light aura of the temple, the guards did not catch her, but wounded her with a holy weapon, leaving a little blood and hair."

Behind the desk, Yun Xia blinked.

The bishop was talking about Helena.

On that day, she asked the other party to remove her disguise and fly out of the temple, and although Helena escaped from the temple in embarrassment, the temple guards were not decorations, and injured Helena with a holy weapon.

Left behind blood and silver hair......

The girl's crimson eyes suddenly lit up, and she remembered happily that the temple had a method of using the blood and hair of the blood clan to make a tracking holy weapon to sense the direction.

She immediately raised her body and tugged at her snow-white robe with her small hands.

The bishop was still whispering in front of him, and St. Thoros listened in silence, and his robe was suddenly ripped by the little vampire below, and he lowered his pale eyelashes, and looked over with clear and beautiful eyes.

After Yun Xia pulled the robe, he took the man's hanging fingers and spread out his white palm, wanting to write in his palm.

But the writing was too slow, and the two of them were facing each other, and the direction of writing was reversed, Yun Xia frowned impatiently, leaned forward slightly, carefully avoiding the bishop's gaze, and under the height of the desk, his hands hugged the waist of the Pope's crown.

He whispered, "Can you let him use Helena's blood and hair to help me make some holy weapons?" It's the kind of holy weapon that tracks and locates. ”

The Bloodclan tilted his head, crimson eyes in anticipation, and the tips of his silver hair brushed the Pope's white fingers.

St. Theros was silent.

He was hugged by the girl's waist, feeling the rich fragrance of roses on the other party's body, the girl's long hair brushed by, and the palms were a little itchy, he quietly withdrew his hand, and his fingertips gently placed on her shoulders.

After a pause, he didn't push the person away, just nodded and agreed: "Hmm." ”

The other side.

When the bishop heard the movement again, he couldn't help but raise his head, his eyes a little puzzled.

Under the light, the pope's expression was flat, he raised his clear eyes, looked at him without focus, and said in a slow voice: "After the blood and hair left behind are made into holy weapons, bring them to me." ”

The bishop was slightly stunned, bowed his head and said, "Yes." ”

The temple has not been at war with the Bloods for a long time, and His Majesty the Pope suddenly wants to track down the Bloods, and the Bishop is naturally a little puzzled. However, as a bishop, you only need to carry out the orders of the crown.

"How many do you need?" He asked.

The Pope of St. Thoros lowered his eyes and handed his white finger to the blood girl, and the other party seriously folded the two knots, so the Pope pursed his thin lips lightly, and raised his eyes in a gentle voice: "Three." ”

The bishop replied respectfully and reverently: "Yes." ”

St. Theros was silent.

When everything was debriefed, the bishop respectfully exited the room.

The girl under the desk breathed a sigh of relief.

She looked up, looked at the silent Pope, approached the other with a smile, put her arm on the knee under the robe, and put her chin on her arm, and said, "Thank you, Pope, you are so nice." ”

Pope St. Theros raised his eyebrows slightly, was silent for a while, lowered his pure eyes, and said in a slow tone, "Touch your face...... Is it a ritual of your bloodline? ”

Yun Xia was stunned.

The Pope's delicate eyebrows were furrowed, his drooping light brown eyes were clear, and he looked at her blankly, clean and dusty, and his expression was calm, even a little simple.