"You.."

A voice as thin as a mosquito, then it became loud with unspeakable shame.

“.. Let go of me!"

The girl pushed Carlo's body away and broke free from his embrace, staring at Carlo with dark purple beautiful eyes, obviously scolding, but it sounded like coquettishness.

"You.. Who the hell are you?"

Carlo smiled at her, he loved it, he liked the girl.

He saw a transparent heart, an incomparably pure soul.

She can become the saintess of the Dark Holy Sect, or she can become the holy daughter of the Holy See of Light, she has nothing to do with good and evil, black and white, and is crystal fragile, so that he can't help but want to possess and care for it.

"Tell me first, what's your name?"

Carlo reached out to touch the girl's crystal cheek, she didn't cast the last of her magic, her snow-white hair was slowly returning to black, and the whole person was gradually regaining its brilliance.

"Don't touch me!"

The girl slapped Carlo's palm away in shame, took two steps back, glared at Carlo suspiciously and alertly, and said, "Why do you know the teacher's name? You know her, who are you?..?"

Carlo couldn't help but chuckle lightly, and he walked up a little arrogantly, forcing the girl to retreat again and again, until there was no way to retreat, and her back was almost against the wall.

The girl exclaimed, and her petite body had been completely embraced by Carlo.

"Damn, let go of me, let go.."

The girl was ashamed and angry, and frantically slapped and even tore Carlo's chest and arms like an angry little beast.

"Shh~"

Carlo suddenly grabbed her arm and made a silent gesture, and the girl was stunned, quieted down, and stared blankly at Carlo's dark golden eyes, and her face couldn't help but turn red.

"Look.."

Carlo put his arms around the girl and pointed to the top of her head, the girl subconsciously looked up, and there was a statue standing above her head, and they were in this position, just in time to see half of the human face of the statue.

The girl's eyes widened suddenly, and a wicked smile gradually appeared on the human face of the statue, and she looked at her and winked at her.

The girl turned her head sharply, facing the vague smile on Carlo's lips, and the two faces overlapped together in a trance, different faces, but they fit together.

A flash of inspiration flashed in the girl's mind, and she couldn't help but blurt out: "You are .."

"Hmph.." Carlo laughed happily.

"No way, are you kidding me?"

The girl pulled out a blue dagger from her hand and stabbed it hard at Carlo's neck.

Carlo didn't dodge, the dagger easily pierced his skin, flesh and blood, only one hilt was exposed, but strangely not a drop of blood flowed out.

"Ahh

Carlo didn't react, and the girl herself screamed.

"Why don't you hide, you can dodge.."

Carlo's brows furrowed slowly, and a look of pain and struggle appeared on his face.

The girl looked a little panicked, Carlo suddenly raised her head, and the girl followed his gaze, only to see that the face of the statue above her head had become painful at some point, and red blood flowed from the neck of the statue.

The statue of pain suddenly became hideous, and glared at the girl viciously.

"Ahh

The girl was startled and screamed.

"Haha.."

A chuckle rang in her ears, and when she looked up again, she saw Carlo looking at her with a smile on her face, a hint of banter in her eyes.

"Bastard!"

The girl screamed in shame, but soon she was wrapped in a pair of big hands and taken into a generous and warm embrace, and this time the resistance was much smaller.

"You haven't told me what your name is?"

The murmur of the maiden echoed low in the empty church,

"My name is .. Isabella.."

...

Outside the Black Rose City, an old man in a shabby linen robe staggered to the city gates.

The old man was rickety, his gray beard was tangled into locks of stains, and the ravines on his face were sandwiched with wind, sand and mud, making him look a little sloppy and sloppy.

He was no different from a fleeing exile, and the only thing that might have seemed surprising was his calm eyes.

The old man stopped a mile from the city gate, looked up at the city where evil had been rooted, and saw the wisps of resentment in the sky merge into the appearance of black snakes, scorpions, and lizards, and the dark clouds were thick, and the breath made him disgusted.

The old man withdrew his gaze, untied a worn-out gray pouch from his waist with trembling hands, and then took out a large handful of black seeds, and sprinkled them along the edge of the city, like an old farmer who diligently sows seeds.

He walked around the city of Black Rose, sprinkled the seeds all over the walls, and circled back to the gates.

He said in a low and reverent and solemn tone that only he could hear: "Praise the forest, praise the life, praise the goddess... The Black Rose is soaked in blood and washes this sinful land with death... Grow, my partner."

A green light that was so rich that it was almost substantial emerged from his whole body, instilling into the ground under his feet, and those black seeds that had just been sown quickly took root and sprouted in the soil, growing wildly, growing white roots, cyan stems and leaves, and bright pink roses, and then continuing to grow, attaching to the city wall, and climbing all the way.

The guards at the city gate had long noticed this strange scene, and ran quickly towards the old man while shouting and cursing, but they had just stepped on the land outside the city, and the roses under their feet were entwined like crazy snakes, and the tough stems and leaves wrapped around their bodies, the steel armor made a tooth-aching "crunch" sound, and the screams of despair and horror drowned a brilliant sea of flowers, and only minced meat mixed with blood flowed down, along the rhizomes, all the way to the ground, moistening a small piece of soil...

The roses at the gate swayed happily for a while, and the petals became more delicate and the color became more intense.

The old man who controlled all this slowly straightened his waist, his gray hair gradually turned black from the roots, and the wrinkles on his face were smoothed out one after another.

He seems to be swimming against the current in the river of life, full of vitality, stepping from old age to middle age.

The roses are still growing wildly, their tough roots digging into the cracks of the walls, greedily sucking all the nutrients available, the power of nature is revealed, the tall and sturdy walls moaning overwhelmed, cracking, and falling from the bricks...

The Black Rose City is crumbling.

"Rescue Yvette and the Son, kill the Dark Maiden, and return these souls to the Goddess of Life, tormented by greed, jealousy, hatred, and pain... The price is just my decaying body, what a good deal... The radiance of the goddess guides me."

The old man murmured in a low voice, and in a moment he had completely crossed the old age, and had become strong and energetic.