No matter how cruel the outside world may be, Joan of Arc Cathedral has always maintained its own peace. As usual, the trainees sang hymns and prayed to God for the public.

"Elizabeth, please come over for a moment. Father Sebas called out apologetically.

"Okay priest, please keep singing until I return. Elizabeth said to the other trainees that she was the oldest of all the trainees, and that she was only sixteen years old. In view of her qualifications and noble personality, Sebas appointed her as the Trainee Head Nun, a position that was also recognized by others.

For all the people who are blessed by the church of Joan of Arc, Father Sebas is undoubtedly God's spokesman, and Elizabeth is like an angel by God's side in the eyes of the people—holy and bright, which is why the public hates Christian.

"May I ask you what is the matter with me?" Elizabeth asked respectfully standing in front of Sebas, for this old and wise old man, Elizabeth had not only respect, but also some daughters who were dependent on their fathers, although the two were not related by blood.

"Sorry to bother you at this time, but...... Ellie, I'm a little unwell, so I want to take a break these days, and the management of the church will be handed over to you, is that okay?" Ellie is Father Sebas's affectionate name for Elizabeth, and the priest seems to be tired and his face is a little pale.

"Yes, but don't you go to Dr. Norma?" said Elizabeth worriedly.

"No, I'll be fine with a rest, and if Norma knows, she'll probably come to visit me with that set of bloodletting tools, and my bones can't help it. Father Sebas said jokingly.

"Alright then, I hope you get back to health soon. Thinking about Norma's usual treatment, Elizabeth said helplessly.

"Good boy, go get busy. "By the way, if anyone is looking for me, please invite him to my room." ”

"No problem, I will. ”

After explaining everything, Sebas dragged his tired body into his room. After carefully locking the door, the fatigue on the priest's face was swept away: "It's not bad to pretend to be sick once in a while, Lord, please forgive me, after all, I am also here to save the world." ”

After his verbal confession, Father Sebas opened his closet, which contained nothing but a few replacement clergy gowns and coats. He reached into the wardrobe and groped, and there was a hidden button on the inner wall of the wardrobe against the wall, and after opening the hidden button, a small cubicle of ten square meters, or a small secret room, was exposed.

Sebas picked up the oil lamp from his desk and walked into the chamber, the light of the lamp dispelled the darkness, revealing enough to stun anyone - the walls of the chamber were lined with wooden trellis on the shelves, and on the shelves were displayed weapons of various styles, whether swords or axes and guns, most of them could be found here. In addition, there were several English longbows, and a cylinder on the ground was densely inserted with three-foot-long feathered arrows......

Father Sebas's gaze swept over the armor and weapons one by one, and finally landed on the dozen or so bottles of red wine in his collection. He carefully picked up a bottle of wine and lovingly wiped away the dust accumulated on the bottle: "We snatched these wines from the vampires together, there were 23 bottles when we first snatched them, and you and I agreed to open a bottle to celebrate every time we hunted successfully, but unfortunately we haven't been able to open it again after drinking it 7 times......"

As he spoke, the priest skillfully uncorked the dusty oak, and suddenly the fruity aroma of grapes mixed with the aroma of alcohol filled the air. Intoxicated and taking a deep breath of this charming aroma, the priest nodded with satisfaction: "It's still the same taste as it was at the beginning, no, after decades of aging, her taste is even more charming." If you were still alive, you would have scolded me for not keeping my promise, but you were the one who broke the appointment first, ......" The priest took a big sip of the bottle, feeling the fruity aroma lingering in his throat, and the priest looked at the jewel-like syrup in the bottle: "It tastes good, and it will be even better if you sober up." It's a shame if you don't finish it in your lifetime, man. ”

He put the wine on the workbench, and then pulled out the sword placed on the table, although it had not been unsheathed for many years, the sword was still filled with a cold light: "Old friend, meet again, I am old, but you are still as energetic as you were back then." Your sister and her master are gone, and this time it's up to us. ”

Although this sword is in the shape of a Western sword, it is the work of an alchemist from an ancient oriental country. Only the skills there can perfectly match silver and steel to create a perfect hardness, sharpness, and toughness of the blood clan's alchemy weapon. "Kiss of the Goddess of Victory", this is her name, and her sister sword "Kiss of the Goddess of Radiance" was lost after the death of her master......

She lost her sister, Father Sebas lost her best friend, and a lonely man and a lonely sword are quite suitable.

Father Sebas swung his sword violently, and the cold light flashed on the wine bottle - the mouth of the bottle was flattened and fell on the countertop, but the wine in the bottle only rippled slightly: "I hope this time, you can still bring me victory......"

Although it is only a temporary residence, it is still the most luxurious. In addition to the fully shaded mansion, it also has an extensive lawn and garden. In the garden stand several marble statues, which are like guards, loyal and long-standing guards of the mansion.

Viscount Thornville was dressed in silver and carried a rapier at his waist. If you go to the battlefield, you naturally need to use a broadsword, but for general self-defense, a broadsword is enough. He strode across the well-manicured lawn, unconcerned about the footprints left behind him, after all, for the nobles, how to better please themselves was the question of concern.

The door to the mansion was unlocked, and Towell easily pushed it open and entered. Passing through the partition in the doorway, the scene revealed in the hall made his blue eyes even colder: Edward, the Black Prince, sat in the main seat of the sofa, holding a young girl in a white palace dress in his arms. The girl's head was rudely tossed aside by him, and he pressed his whole face against the girl's delicate neck like white porcelain, and a trace of piercing blood ran down his skin......

Edward, the black prince, raised his head, his lips stained with the girl's blood: "Mr. Viscount, you came back just in time, na, drink something to moisten your throat." As he spoke, he picked up the girl in his arms and gestured. The girl must have been sucked a lot of blood by him, her pupils were already a little dilated, and her bare skin was sickly pale. The black prince casually fiddles with the unconscious girl, like a large doll.

For no reason, a trace of anger surged in Thowil's heart: "No, thank you for your kindness, but direct blood sucking is denied by the 'precepts', I hope you know." ”

"Watch your tone, Lord Viscount. The black prince's maid said coldly.

"It's okay, Becky. Edward, the Black Prince, waved his hand absently, then pinched the girl's chin and lifted her head, imprinting his blood-stained lips on hers. Seeing the girl's lips glued to her own blood, the Black Prince Edward smiled evilly: "How is the investigation of the case going?"

"13 people died, 27 were missing, and it lasted about 3 months. Thorville took out the folded file from his clothes and placed it on the table, "I have written the details in it, and if nothing else, I will take my leave." ”

Edward, the Black Prince, threw the girl in his arms on the ground like garbage, and then picked up the file on the table: "Okay, you can step back first, and I will contact you if necessary." ”

"So, take your leave. ”

Watching Thorwell leave without looking back, a playful expression flashed on the face of the Black Prince Edward: "Becky, take her to the room for a little treatment." He pointed to the girl lying on the ground, "It would be a waste of such delicious blood to drink only once." ”

"Yes, sir. ”