Since the contract with Ashia was made, nearly four or five days have passed, and Jiang Qin found that his physical strength and ability to resist blows were significantly stronger, and it was impossible to define how strong he was.

He hoped that another prince in Night City would come and trouble him.

It's August 15, twenty days before the invitation to Rome, and Valentina's invitation is on that date.

This made Jiang Qin have to think carefully about the relationship that the two might have, or what kind of religious ceremony the so-called holy city of Rome would have in twenty days, but his intuition told him that he and You'an would most likely decide the winner in that place.

"Asia, is September 5th a festival of aliens or the Church?"

"Ha, I don't know." Asia sat in front of the TV and watched the Astronomy Channel with relish, next to a brand new electric fan blowing at her head.

The weather was hot, and Jiang Qin couldn't bear it anymore, but the air conditioner was removed by Ashia, so he could only blow the fan at present.

I don't quite understand why werewolves like to watch the Astronomical Channel, is it the source and the love for the round big moon?

When I see the stars rolling in the sky, my blood is pumping, and I want to say a few words to the trombone?

Although I don't want to admit it, but there is really a world with mysterious existence, will the universe in which I live really come according to the scientific conception?

It can't really be the circle of the sky or the center of the earth, right?

Jiang Qin had recently received a warning from the neighborhood committee that it was not allowed to raise wolves in the community, but they had not found wolves in their homes, so they had to tell themselves to turn down the sound of the TV.

He also keenly found that the wild dogs and wild cats in the community recently did not dare to approach his building at all, and they also did not dare to approach him, it seems that the gold content of the ancient Wolf King is still very sufficient.

Ahia put her face on the fan, and her words were all wavy: "You may be able to ask Nima~~ He should be very familiar with the church~~"

Asia, who has completely entered the retirement life, is still just wrapped in a large shirt of Jiang Qin, always tempering Jiang Qin's unwavering willpower.

Jiang Qin dialed Nima's phone and quickly connected, but the noisy sound on the other side made him frown slightly.

It seems to be full of people and emotions, and it feels like a large-scale MLM scene.

"What are you doing?"

"Ah, big brother......" Nima seemed to be a little flustered, and said weakly, "It's nothing, I'm having a banquet with a few friends." ”

"Oh, let me ask you, will there be a ceremony in Rome on the fifth of September?"

"I don't know, the church has been silent for many years, and after the Industrial Revolution, they were forced to fade out of public view, almost decoupling from the real world."

"Okay, you're busy."

Jiang Qin hung up the phone and narrowed his eyes. He felt that something was wrong, did Nima do something that was sorry for him?

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Nima hung up the phone, wiped the cold sweat from her forehead, and sighed as she watched the demons of the young blood clan in front of her dance wildly.

A few days ago, after he left the border city, he went to Night City, where high-level blood clans and werewolves were entrenched, and exchanged the chicken wing coins and a few indulgences given by Jiang Qin for the screaming coins commonly used among aliens at the Blackheart Bank, and then set off back to the farm in Ireland - Ashia's utopia.

Because of the exposure of Ahia's werewolf identity and the reason why she ran away with money, many blood clans who don't have much hope have left.

After all, it is a felony to follow the werewolves to build an impermissible utopia without the permission of the Night City Blood Council.

What's more, now that the main lord has also run away, there is no need for these centrists to continue to wait and see, and the remaining ones are still considered to be Ahia or Utopian idealists, as well as some outlaws wanted by the Blood Council.

"It seems that more than half of the people are gone, so it's okay, the money for those wall grass doesn't need to be returned, and by the way, it also purifies the purity of the team."

The farm was built on an island far from the mainland, where more than 200 cows, more than 400 sheep, and more than 300 acres of sugar beets were planted.

Although the harvest on the farm is good, it is far from the nearly 100 or so bloods that were fed before, after all, blood is not a commodity in most countries, and the price is very high in the black market.

The remaining forty clans on the farm were beyond Nima's expectations, one marquis, four counts, and the rest were viscounts and barons.

Nima escaped the feast and walked aimlessly in the beet fields, not knowing how long the farm would last without Ahia.

But now he couldn't figure out why the marquis in front of him, who was happily planting beets, didn't run away.

After all, he is a marquis, he is not very old, and he still has the opportunity to become a duke or even a prince, so he has more hope than the low-level foreign blood clans who are not welcomed on the farm.

And he'd always thought of the Marquis named Irene as a parliamentary spy.

"Hi Nima, it's nice today."

Dressed in coarse linen clothes, Irene did not pretend to be elegant in the upper blood clan, and was quite skilled in sowing beet seeds into the soil that had been ploughed in advance, she was the captain of the beet brigade on the farm, "You don't look happy, as the successor of Ahia, the new head of the farm, you should be happy and angry." ”

Nima took a step forward and was scolded by Irene: "Don't come here, there are beet seedlings in front of you, these children only struggled out of the soil a few days ago." ”

"I'm sorry." Nima retracted her steps, then jumped up to Irene, grabbed a handful of seeds and began to plant them, and said, "No one cares about me, Irene." They are all waiting for Asia to return, but you should understand that Asia will not be coming back. ”

Irene smiled reluctantly, and she said, "Indeed, I heard that my uncle Joshua forcibly read your memories in the bank, and then he was ready to kill Asia?" She may be dead now. ”

"No, Irene, Asia is not dead, it is your uncle Joshua who is dead!" Nima crouched beside her like a dirt dog, and said in a demented manner, he looked like he had lost his ideals.

Irene stood up a little uncomfortably, and squatted beside Nima in the same way and undignified, and was silent for a long time before saying, "Aha, this is big news, I seem to have lost a strong uncle who loves me?" ”

"Maybe he's not dead? As the self-proclaimed most terrifying prince, even if he was shot six times by the Church's Holy Flame bullets, his soul was cut into shredded tofu, his body was pierced by the Black Spear, and he was taken to the place where the sun rises, he should be able to return to Night City unscathed. ”

Nima said with some yin and yang merry sarcasm.

Irene glared at him and asked, "Ahia isn't dead, why didn't she come back?" ”

"That's the most serious problem!" Nima said helplessly.