The people in the room stopped their movements slightly.

The Pope turned his face sideways.

The fingertips that were as white as jade gently stopped on the uneven braille, and they were silent for a few seconds before slowly lowering their hands.

His pale eyelashes were long, as quiet and pure as a god, and the light brown pupils below were beautiful and empty, unfocused in the direction of the door, and his eyebrows were calm and quiet.

"Your Majesty?" The girl outside the door said again.

The Pope lowered his eyelashes, his thin lips were pale in color, like pale petals, and his voice was quiet: "Please come in." ”

The door was gently pushed open.

The girl poked into a small head, silver hair scattered over her shoulders, and crimson eyes looked around curiously before stopping at the man in the room.

Thereupon.

The Templar Pope's room, where the power of light was at its strongest, stood at this time a bloodborn, silver-haired and bloody-eyed, wearing a black cloak, licking his snow-white fangs.

The Pope looked at her.

Seeing his appearance up close, Yun Xia felt even more beautiful.

His garment was white and gold, with a richly trimmed neckline and several thin chains of light gold hanging from the neckline.

Sitting there quietly, it can be completely integrated with the snow-white angel statue behind him.

It's all the same beautiful and exquisite.

The Pope's countenance was even more flawless.

He held the doctrine quietly in his hand, looking at her with light brown eyes, his focus was blank, but the clouds were light and light, and he asked peacefully, "What did the bishop ask you to do?" ”

Yun Xia curled the corners of her lips, looked at him with interest, and replied, "Let me ask Your Majesty, thanks to you for catching the witch today, the witch didn't hurt you, right?" Did you get hurt anywhere? ”

The Pope's fingertips brushed the doctrine back in his hand, lowered his eyelashes, and said in an empty voice: "No." ”

He gently picked up the porcelain white teacup with his other hand, put it on his lips and took a sip, his posture looked casual and elegant, and the thin chain hanging down at the neckline rippled lightly, colliding with a subtle sound.

"You can leave." He said.

Yun Xia blinked and thought for a moment, "Your Majesty, Lord Bishop still has something to ask you. ”

The Pope did not raise his eyes, his fingertips gently brushing over the teachings in his hands.

"It's the witch who was caught today, so she was burned at the stake, so what if it's the Bloodline? There doesn't seem to be a lot of mention of vampires in the temple doctrine......"

Yun Xia asked, standing on tiptoe and stealing a glance at the doctrine of the Pope's fingertips.

The doctrine of the temple, which is the book of judgment of the temple, is enshrined by all believers.

It is also the main thing in daily prayer.

The Pope's movements stopped, and he didn't answer, but gently opened his lips and asked, "Caught the Bloodline?" ”

When he raised his eyelashes, a pair of clear light brown eyes looked more and more holy because of the coldness.

"A Blood Clan has just broken into the temple, and the guards have gone to arrest it." Yun Xia cautiously raised her feet and slowly approached the other party.

The aura of light around him was purer.

He didn't react to her approach, and sat quietly and peacefully, one hand resting on the side of the porcelain cup, his complexion being whitened.

Yun Xia stood, so he was taller than the other party, and he could see the Pope's lowered eyelashes, which were pale and slender, and his expression was flat.

The vampire girl's gaze involuntarily moved from his beautiful and godless eyes to the high bridge of his nose, thin light lips, and the slender neck below.

Her tiny fangs unconsciously poked out of her lip flap.