There was silence.

Liu Ci, who couldn't eat or sleep well, and couldn't refine qi and cultivate, lay on the hardwood bed, and could only stare at the ceiling in a daze.

In the stillness of the night, even turning over made the bed creak, and with Liu Ci's excellent ear, he could hear the wind blowing through the corridors and corners, and the subtle sound of insects flapping their wings hidden outside the window under the leaves of the twilight flowers.

In this environment, the owner of the next room suddenly gently pushed open the window, although the movements were easy, even more delicate than ordinary thieves, Liu Ci still listened to him.

Liu Ci couldn't help but be happy. Seeing her turn over makes her feel that the "creaking" sound is annoying, and she dares to move in this building full of black-clothed monks, but she is very bold.

Liu Ci listened attentively, first the window next door was gently pushed open, and then there was the sound of clothes rubbing against the windowsill. She also recognized the source...... It turned out to be a heartthrob marquis.

Liu Ci's heart moved, Marquis Strave would sneak out of the room in the middle of the night, was his brain kicked by a donkey?!

The Marquis's cultivation of fighting qi is no less than that of the Great Sword Master, and the distance of ten meters is just a longitudinal for him, and he has not even touched a leaf of the Dusk Bell Flower.

The nocturnal marquis made a move that Liu Ci did not expect.

He was knocking on the window of Bishop Edward's room, and he didn't hide it! The voice is soft, but what kind of people live in this building? It must not be only Liu Ci who is alarmed this time.

"Monsieur Marquis, a man of good moral character will not take advantage of the darkness of night to visit. Now that I am under suspicion, you are one of the witnesses, and God is looking down on each of us from above, you should not make any misleading actions at this time. ”

Edward Wren's voice was faint and kind, and his words towards the Marquis seemed to appease an ignorant junior.

The Marquis is only nearly fifty years old, and he looks less than forty years old because of the cultivation of Douqi, and the physical fitness of magicians is not comparable to that of martial artists, but they have a longer lifespan than martial artists. Bishop Edward looks like he is in his fifties, not much older than the Marquis, in fact, he is nearly sixty years old, and it is not obvious now, and when others look at it in ten or twenty years, the heartthrob Marquis is definitely not as handsome as he is now, and the old Bishop Edward is probably still like this, and even the wrinkles will not grow two more.

Liu Ci remembered the description of magicians and warriors in the book, and couldn't help but start to wander again.

It wasn't until Edward Wren rebuked the Marquis in a tone that was not harsh but equally unambiguous, that Liu Ci came to his senses.

An uncontrollable smile welled up on the corners of her mouth, thinking that Monsieur Marquis was under the night wind bed, and the twilight flowers and leaves beside him were swaying in the wind, but his face changed like a palette, which was really delightful.

Liu Ci was coke, and there was a creaking sound of opening the door outside the window.

Could it be Edward Wren or has he opened the window to welcome the guests? Liu Ci couldn't help but jump up from the bed gently, put his face against the gap in the curtain, and looked out.

The eyes quickly adapted to the change of light and darkness, and only then did they see the scene outside the window.

It turned out that it was not Edward Wren who was impressed by the marquis, but a black-clad monk holding a glass-covered candlestick who opened the small door of the corridor.

The cramped courtyard was lit by candlelight, and the black-clothed monk's face was half-hidden under the hood of the black jumpsuit, and there was no expression to be seen. However, by candlelight, the Marquis could be seen standing under Edward Wren's window in a white undergarment, with an embarrassed expression.

"Marquis Strel, this is the Holy Land Port, not the Spur Empire, let alone the Rhine City, I hope you can respect yourself."

The black-clothed monk said mercilessly, although his tone was calm and unwavering, but at this time, under the backdrop of the marquis's pajamas at a loss, the black-clothed monk's words seemed very sarcastic.

"Huh-"

Liu Ci finally couldn't help laughing.

She dared to swear by the reputation of the old Liu family, and the handsome marquis's bloody face at this time made him look like a bulging purple eggplant.

"Hey."

Liu Ci laughed, not only attracting the marquis's hateful gaze, but also a low sigh came from next door.

The nervous priestess Bertha could not sleep peacefully, and such a rapid movement naturally alarmed her. Although she felt that the Marquis of Strave was ridiculous, and at the same time felt that Liu Ci was narrow-minded, and she herself was in a difficult situation, the complicated feelings of the priestess Bertha finally turned into a sigh.

With the intervention of the black-clad monks, the marquis was "invited" back to his room.

After this farce, Liu Ci's somewhat irritable mood calmed down. Her mind raced and she began to think about the Marquis's purpose.

The Marquis of Streiff was not a stupid man.

There is no way for a fool to take power in chaos and become the lord of Rhine City. Not a single fool will take over the territory and power of other people after the overthrow of the Lorentz family.

Wouldn't a marquis, who had ambition and brains, take into account the black-clad monks in the building before he wanted to do anything?

These ascetics of the Holy See are in charge of the criminal law, they are the dark side of the Holy See of Light, and they are avoided in the entire Bright Continent, what kind of purpose did the Marquis have to have the courage to bump into it?

and Edward Wren, a Bishop who makes people feel good at first sight. His bearing and appearance made it impossible for Liu Ci to connect him with the cruel dark magic methods in the underground caves.

The Holy See is a very large institution of power, in this institution, some people oppress the common people in the name of God, and some people recite the sacred scriptures but hide filth, but Liu Ci cannot deny that among the clergy of the Holy See, there are also some people who really struggle all their lives with the purpose of spreading theology and treating others well, and Veblen Old Priest is the most typical example.

The old priest reversed Liu Ci's overall impression of the Holy See, and made her start to try not to look at the "Holy See", a religious organization that has existed on the Bright Continent for countless years, with a too extreme mentality.

What the eyes see is not necessarily true, the ears can deceive you, the world is constantly turning, and nothing will remain the same forever. A rash decision can do bad things with good intentions...... If Liu Ci had gained anything during the few months of the journey to the Holy Land Port, it must have been a change in her state of mind.

She put away her previous "overlook" vision, began to look at the people and things around her with the local eyes of the mainland, learned to be dialectical, and even learned to tolerate everything she didn't understand and like.

Since there are people in the Holy See who she doesn't hate, is Edward Wren, the legendary bishop, really as clean on the outside and as innocent on the outside as he seems?

He refused to meet with the Marquis in private, was it because he was afraid of the black-clad monk, or was Edward himself really open in his heart?

Liu Ci's thoughts flowed.

She felt that what had happened tonight seemed so ridiculous, but the superficial absurdity seemed to be trying to hide some kind of truth...... What is the purpose of the Marquis's ridiculous and reckless visit?

Liu Ci felt that if she figured this out, she would know the truth.

Liu Ciheyi, who was more exposed and consumed brain power, lay on the bed and couldn't help yawning. However, she felt that the hardwood bed under her was not so unacceptable, and then she felt that her eyelids were slightly heavy, and she tried several times to open them, but they closed them again.

After a while, Liu Ci's breathing became even, and he fell asleep in such a strange and depressing environment.

Not only her, but the priestess Bertha, who was anxious in the center of the next room, couldn't help but fall asleep with mixed feelings. Even when she fell asleep, her brows were still tightly furrowed, and she could understand the state of mind of the priestess.

If Liu Ci could wake up for a moment at this time, she would be very surprised: not only could she and the priestess Bertha not resist the invasion of sleepiness, but even all the black-clothed monks, those ascetics who meditated all day long, had strong mental strength and strong will, all fell asleep in a very short time.

In this gloomy and oppressive building, there seems to be some kind of mysterious atmosphere, but in a moment, people collectively fall into a coma.

Liu Ci knew that the green lotus in the sea had a fluctuation when she first fell asleep, and with its weak consciousness, it became quiet when she had not noticed the crisis of the "parasite" for a long time.

Not all of them are asleep either.

The Marquis of Strave, who had just made a big fool, pushed open the window triumphantly, and looked in the direction of Liu Ci's room first, his eyes flickering.

"Do you want to kill her, Marquis?"

The well-dressed Bishop Edward Wren appeared in the courtyard at some point and asked lightly.

The Marquis hurriedly retracted his resentful eyes: "My lord, as soon as you make a move, it is really surprising, the ascetics of the Holy See can be dealt with, I really can't imagine what else can stop you in the Bright Continent......"

The Marquis's sycophants were sincere, and without the vanity of the past, he could not hide his excitement now—was there anything more surprising than discovering that his backer was more powerful than he imagined?

Bishop Edward listened, but he was not a little proud: "Marquis, you underestimate those strong-willed monks, they are the most devout believers in God, if it weren't for the fact that since I stepped into this building, I have never behaved abnormally, gradually melting their vigilance bit by bit, and tonight I have your cover...... Even I wasn't sure I would put them all to sleep. Still, I'm not sure they'll be going to sleep forever, maybe for a moment, maybe for a long time, and they'll break free of their sleepiness and wake up at any moment. ”

The marquis was stunned for a moment, "Then I will take advantage of this time to quickly solve the trouble for you!" ”

As he said that, he was about to walk towards Liu Ci's room, but Bishop Edward frowned and stopped: "Marquis, your selfishness has brought trouble to me now......

"My lord, as long as there are no witnesses, the priest of Moses will not be able to condemn you!" The marquis hurriedly said that he did have the selfish intention of taking the opportunity to kill Liu Ci, but part of it was really planning for Edward Wren.

Bishop Edward shook his head to stop, and then the corners of his mouth curled slightly: "No, you are wrong. I need them to prove my innocence! ”

After he had finished speaking, ignoring the marquis's incomprehension, he took the lead and walked to the room of the priestess Bertha.