Watching the black robe slowly walk out of the church, the bishop wiped his sweat-stained forehead weakly, and his face was full of palpitations.

But soon, his eyes were filled with excitement and excitement again.

"If you catch a reincarnated son of the Green Goblin Sect, if you can still please this hidden son, maybe you can enter the holy diocese with this... Even if you can't, you can leave the hellish place of Crow City and transfer to another parish with plenty of oil and water... The god of darkness is above, and my luck is coming."

The black-robed bishop couldn't help but look forward to a bright future, and was about to send the few beautiful virgins he had collected two days ago to the Holy Son's bedding, when he suddenly paced back and forth, his face changed, and finally made up his mind.

"No, the matter of the Holy Son still needs to be reported to the Holy Maiden. ”

The black-robed bishop hurried away.

...

Carlo still didn't kill the black-robed bishop in the end, after all, the object of their daily prayers and offerings was himself, and crushing these ants was not much pleasure for him now.

Carlo was invited to rest in the gray building next to the Dark Chapel, and now he knew that the fierce man who tried to sneak up on him was the lord of Crow City.

He died, and the vacated mansion naturally became Carlo's residence.

When the sun went down, the black-robed bishop threw a grand dinner for Carlo, and it was almost just him and the black-robed bishop, and the rest were scantily clad young girls.

The banquet was unexpectedly luxurious, the gold and silver plates could barely be called exquisite dishes, and it was completely impossible to see that there were ragged and hungry Crow City civilians in the city beyond the wall.

The upper echelons of power are fat and round, and the lower classes of commoners are toiling and lowly, which is in line with the situation if the capital is ruled by darkness.

Carlo can now guess why the resurgent Light Sect is getting stronger and stronger, and in the end, it is still forced.

Of course, the oppressor is willing to praise the darkness, and the oppressed have no choice but to throw themselves into the light.

Carlo stared at the plate in front of him, which was still exuding a faint heat and looked like some kind of animal entrails, and sighed softly: Sophia is still doing too badly, if it were him, those at the bottom who were suffering from hunger, cold and pain would not have a chance to resist at all.

After a lifetime of hard work, he will be served to the table after death, like a pig and a cow.

Have you ever seen a pig cow rebel?

"I heard that the adults of the Holy Diocese like this kind of 'tender milk' the most, and the Crow City is too barren to find the best, so they can only kill and take it now, and find the cleanest and most beautiful virgin to cook."

The black-robed bishop had just introduced his name to Carlo, and now he was careful to curry favor with her. He sits at the top of Crow City, sucking the marrow and blood of the commoners of the entire territory, enjoying all this, but despising all of it, and his words and deeds seem to imitate some of the big names of the Dark Diocese, chasing the preferences of the "upper class nobles".

Carlo nodded slightly, and casually cut off a small piece of liver meat and tasted a few bites.

He hadn't eaten this kind of food in a long time, and it was quite delicious when he ate it a few times a while.

Bishop Iggy was very happy to see this scene, and poured the best wine for Carlo, and then he still learned the way of eating the "noble nobles" and added a little girl's blood to it, and the red wine was mixed with red blood, which looked a little muddy, which made Eagle blush a little, and it is said that the best "girl's red wine" is not variegated, just like the finest rubies.

Fortunately, Carlo didn't mind, and even clinked glasses with him, and Eagle looked honored.

"I have put the saint .. Well, the matter of the adults was told to the Holy Maiden." Eagle spoke cautiously.

Carlo turned his head to look at him, didn't speak, and nodded to let him continue.

Seeing that Carlo was not angry or panicked, Eagle was a little more sure of his identity as the Holy Son, and boldly continued: "The Holy Maiden has not replied to me yet, so please rest in the Crow City for a few more days."

Carlo took a sip of the wine glass and said coldly, "Where is the Dark Saint now?"

Although he has read the memories of several people, the current world of Grimm is still a little strange to Carlo, and he must find one of Sophia, Cinderella, and Talia as soon as possible before he can proceed with his next plan.

Moreover, yesterday's statue provided him with the power of original sin, and in the past hundred years, the three of them seem to have prepared a lot of "gifts" for him.

"Since March, the Holy Maiden has been touring the dioceses.." Eagle said as he watched Carlo's gaze, "I was in Black Thorn City last week, and I should be in Black Rose City now."

"How far is Black Rose from here?"

"The carriage ride should have taken two weeks. Iggy poured some blood into Carlo's wine glass, and it is said that the upper class people like "seven points of wine and three points of blood", and the Son must have such a habit.

He thought silently in his heart, and then cautiously spoke: "I would like to ask, what is the purpose of the Holy Son's coming this time?"

Carlo looked at him with a smirk and whispered, "Do you need me to report back to you?"

"Damn, Iggy damn it!"

Iggy turned pale with fright, and immediately knelt down in front of Carlo, and slapped his cheeks vigorously, and in a short time two patches of red and swollen.

The girls who were drinking around didn't know what was going on, and they all fell to their knees, shivering.

Carlo took a sip of the wine glass, waved his hand, stood up, and said indifferently: "Tomorrow, take me to Black Rose City." ”

"Yes. Eagle nodded vigorously, looking genuinely afraid.

...

This was the end of the dinner, after which Eagle sent four fair-skinned and beautiful virgins, saying that they were sleeping for him, and Carlo did not refuse.

Waking up from a pile of cold white meat the next day, Carlo walked out of the room, and Iggy was already dressed and waiting at the door.

"The carriage and the honor team are ready, please have breakfast first."

The breakfast consisted of softly grilled meat steaks and red milk with some toppings, and was still served according to the taste of the "high aristocracy".

After his breakfast, Carlo was greeted by Eagle out of the gate, which was followed by two elaborate four-wheeled carriages, followed by the guards and servants of the brigade, and a prisoner's carriage made of pure steel.

In the prison car was a young man in his twenties, with a dead face, covered in bruises, his hands and feet were bound by thick chains, and a few faint lights flashed on it from time to time, which were magic shackles.

Carlo looked at the young man in the prisoner cart with great interest, and found that he seemed to contain a strange power in his body, which was not very strong, but full of vitality and vitality.

"What is this?"

Carlo looked at Eagle with an inquiring gaze.

Eagle hurriedly replied: "The reincarnated son of the Green Goblin Sect that I caught some time ago will be brought to the Holy Maiden this time."