Standing in front of the window, with a glass of red wine in his hand, he looked out from his vantage point to see the beautiful spires of churches with crosses, and in the center of them sat a golden cathedral, where the air of sacredness was particularly strong.

"O Constantine."

Carlo sighed softly and turned around.

Behind him, Gwen, with a rag in her hand, was half-crouched on the ground, wiping the blood that remained on the floor.

Carlo stepped forward and gently hugged her from behind, kissing her earlobe tenderly: "Thank you, Gwen..."

Gwen put her backhand around Carlo's neck and offered a kiss, the two bodies were entangled, and next to them, there were scattered scraps of the waiter, and Vivien, who was well fed and drunk, snored softly, and the sunlight poured in through the window, gilding the blood and madness in the room with a beautiful dark gold.

When the heat passed, Gwen nestled in Carlo's arms like a lazy Persian cat, gently nibbling on Carlo's slender white fingers, the obsession in her eyes still not faded.

"What should I do next?"

Carlo glanced at Vivien lying on the floor, his palm stroking Gwen's blonde hair, "Find a priest for poor Vivien."

Carlo sat up from the bed, just in time to see the crosses standing outside the window, he pointed to one casually, and said with a smile, "Let's start there."

...

"Jamie!" Marshall, the innkeeper, swore as he walked through the door, rubbing his hands around his body twice.

"Damn little bastard, where did you run away again.. The grass in the stables has bottomed out, and I don't know how to add a little... If I catch him lazy again, he won't want to get any of them this month."

"Pedal .." There was a crisp sound of footsteps at the top of the staircase, and a beautiful woman came down from the second floor.

"Hey, beautiful lady, is there anything I can do for you?" Marshall's eyes lit up, this was the guest who had just moved in yesterday, the mistress of a little nobleman, with a hot body and a beautiful face, and Marshall looked at her with a little pleasure.

The pretty woman smiled reservedly at Marshall and said, "Thank you." Then he walked straight to the door.

Marshall stared at her writhing P-shares, and his heart burned brightly, and he was considering whether he should go to the stable to find a mare to vent his fire later, and suddenly, the woman turned back.

"I think I might really need your help." The pretty woman spoke apologetically.

"Just open your mouth." Marshall hurriedly replied, "As long as I can help."

There was a hint of melancholy on the woman's face, "You know, my husband's. . . Well, wife, she's about to give birth, but she's not in good health... I'm looking for a respected priest to bless her with a healing technique."

The woman embarrassedly stroked the strands of hair that were scattered around her ears, "You know, we just came to Constantine... There are no acquaintances.."

"It's too easy.." Marshall shouted, revealing a posture wrapped around me, "My uncle, he is a good priest, he can even cast second-level divine magic... As long as I tell him, it's all right."

Marshall had seen the pregnant woman in the woman's mouth, oh, poor woman, she seemed so weak that she could not even walk.

"Really? That's great!" the pretty woman looked a little excited with a look of surprise on her face, and said urgently, "Can you help me find him as soon as possible?.. Well, money is not a problem, my husband, he used to be a nobleman with a large territory, he has a lot of gold coins .."

"You're too out-of-sight.. It is my pleasure to serve such a noble and beautiful person as you." Marshall tried to be polite.

"Thank you.." The woman thanked Marshall gratefully, adding, "Money is not an issue, we just want the best pastors... She's just too weak.."

"Okay, I promise you'll be satisfied."

The woman thanked her again, then smiled from Marshall and twisted her soft waist and went upstairs.

Marshall stared at the woman's back, his eyes blazing, and a smile unconsciously appeared on the corner of his mouth.

It's a good deal to get to your door.

He wasn't lying, he did have an uncle in the church, and he was a high-ranking priest, and although they weren't very close, as long as they had money, they would be happy to come and run away.

When the time comes, they can join forces and extort a lot of money from that little nobleman. The turtle in the countryside knows something, just throw two magic tricks, and when they see the holy light, they must be bluffed.

Perhaps, he still has a chance to trick the stunner in front of him into bed... Who knows.

The more Marshall thought about it, the more excited he became, but soon his brows furrowed again, and he cursed, "Damn Jamie, there is no one to be seen at this time. This lazy bastard deserves to die in the gutter outside the city."

...

Gwen came in through the door, threw herself into Carlo's arms, and pecked him lightly on the lips.

"There's already someone to help, and it's saved us a lot of work.."

Carlo smiled, buttoned the last button on the neckline, his dark blonde hair was carefully groomed and combed behind his head, he was dressed in a gorgeous and delicate outfit, his temperament was noble and mysterious, which made Gwen's eyes show an obsessive look.

But who knows what kind of ferocious and evil monster lies beneath this beautiful skin?

"I'll go out and take care of Vivien."

Carlo casually ordered, then opened the door and walked out.

He walked from the inn to the street, lazy and leisurely, surrounded by passers-by, but no one looked at him as if he didn't exist at all.

Carlo walked in a straight line and saw patrolling soldiers, fat-brained Roman nobles, and priests with a compassionate face... Passing by them, the destination is - the Cathedral of Constantine.

Standing in the heart of Rome, this massive building, with its four tall minarets, cascading white domes, and beautiful crosses painted with gold paint, was built at the height of the Roman Empire's glory and symbolizes the ultimate power of this plane paradise.

The Basilica of Constantine was also the residence of the popes, refusing to be visited by the faithful, and guarding the door with papal troops in silver armor, all of whom were above the high knights.

Naturally, Carlo easily blended in, and the inside of the church was also very beautiful, and the entrance was a large garden with a fountain in the middle, and winged angel statues could be seen everywhere.

Carlo went deeper, through the halls, and when he came to the last hall, he stopped.

He sensed that there were two extremely pure divine auras inside, one power was probably around the legendary high level, which he didn't care, let alone in the lower plane, even if it was in the abyss, people with the same strength as him would be easily wiped out by him.

The key is another force, obscure, but it makes him feel a deep fear in his heart.

Carlo looked up, a face silently staring at him, ordinary but full of kindness, holiness and compassion.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and the crack on his face slowly increased.