"Human blood! Ahia, you won't change your nature! Will's voice slowly chilled, she grabbed the spoon on her left hand, stared at Ahia, and said, "You are a mythical species, and human blood is not a necessity for you!" ”

"But I like it." With her head pressed forward slightly, Ahia placed the contents of the small crockpot in the bowl in front of Will, and dripped the thick red slime from the vase into her bowl.

A complex, blood-colored flower bloomed in the soup.

Will didn't say anything, the clenched spoon didn't poke at Asia after all, but the clenched fingertips were embedded in the palms, and the blood belonging to her stained the white tablecloth.

She didn't want to clash with Asia as Jiang Qin's slave.

It's just the habit of protecting humanity that makes her instinctively want to stifle Achia's behavior.

This is Asia's territory after all.

Jiang Qin's trust in himself could not be as high as Ashia's, and it was even more impossible for him to be biased towards himself.

"Then add some sugar." Will said, like a last request before execution.

As the evenly and finely powdered sugar grains are sprinkled into the bowl, the chowder gives off an even more eerie taste.

Will gently scooped a spoonful of the soup and slowly put it into her mouth, the smell of fishy blood instantly filled her mouth, making her almost vomit.

The variety of flavors constantly hit her taste buds, but fortunately, it was still much better than the food of the Black Holy See, and she was quite acceptable.

"Now, what do you want from me?" Will asked somewhat calmly.

As a mythological sequence, it is understandable to have some unreasonable talents, and Will also knows that this is the rule of the world, even if it is a mythological sequence, it cannot be stopped.

But she never expected that Asia, who was already weakened enough to need Jiang Qin's protection, would actually send her an invitation to the [dinner party].

And she is just the latest generation of the Black Pope, and her former guests are all gods who are far beyond her.

Even the Lord of the White Court couldn't escape this dinner, and she couldn't do it.

However, because of the [Wishing Duel Arena], he has long lost his free body, and it is a big deal to break the jar.

Will remained calm, and she even took a few more sips of the chowder soup from the crockpot and added some vinegar.

Asia's finger tapped lightly on the dining table, moaned for a moment, and then said slowly, "Well, my request is that you never use your self-detonation forbidden charm. ”

Not only Weir, but even Jiang Qin was stunned for a moment.

They all thought that Ashya would come up with quite unreasonable and humiliating actions, such as giving Jiang Qin never to hurt Jiang Qin, falling in love with Jiang Qin, or giving Jiang Qin a child, etc.

Will's calm expression finally became a little complicated, and she said, "I thought that even if it wasn't for Master Jiang Qin, you would be for the curse marks on Mi'er's body, or your group of little brothers in Ireland." In the end, your request is just not to let me blow myself up? Is this what you are asking of your enemy, the Pope of the Black Court? Why? ”

With the request of Achia, the [dinner] ended immediately, and the red moon slipped away as if hiding from the plague god, leaving a miserable white moon, the lights were turned on by Jiang Qin again, and the originally gloomy restaurant instantly became bright and warm.

Asia regained her languid appearance, because she released a mythical talent, which made her already in a weakened period even worse, almost slumped in her chair and said: "This [dinner] has nothing to do with personal hatred, it's just that the apprentice of the White Court Pope begged me to use it, she said that she would defeat you with her own hands, not that you, a madwoman, blew herself up before her. ”

Will held the spoon with a trembling hand, and then pretended to be calm and said, "That is still so nosy. But what price did she pay to be able to move the [dinner] that you only sent to the gods. There is no magic power in your body at all, and I remember that in this era, it is quite difficult to replenish the magic power of the mythical species, and according to your size, it will take at least a hundred years. ”

Ahia suddenly smiled slyly: "Hehe, this price is really not small, but she specifically said that she can't tell you, secrecy is also part of the transaction." It's such a beautiful sisterhood, and I can't help but think of my sister who is in the upper echelon of the blood clan. It's been more than 2,000 years, and I don't know if she's still alive. ”

"It seems that for the past two thousand years, you have been having shady deals with the White Court Church." Will covered his slightly bulging belly, his eyes closed slightly, and he looked very satisfied.

"That's not what you should be thinking about, Miss Slave." Asia began to clean up the food scraps, waving her hand, "Help me carry the dishes to the kitchen, as your eldest sister, it's time to share some of the housework for you." By the way, the vase was not blood, but some red ink mixed with powder. ”

"Alright, Sister Ahia." Will nodded softly to Jiang Qin, signaling him to rest assured, and then walked into the kitchen with Asia.

Jiang Qin looked at the two who seemed to be harmonious, and felt that his head was a little big. Although he was a little relieved under Will's kind gaze, he always felt that Ahia was going to suffer.

And he still felt that there were too many secrets hidden in Ahia.

And she didn't tell herself, not because she didn't trust it, because she was an ordinary human who couldn't bear such information.

So, let's just put aside the matter about these two women and the White Court Church for now, and let's take a look at the other trophy he got in the gladiatorial arena, the horn helmet that fell after the death of Minotaur Grass.

The pattern of this helmet was barbaric and ferocious, and the two huge horns were thick and curved, almost twice the size of Jiang Qin's head, which was still reduced.

It was the purpose of Will's trip to the Colosseum.

On the front of the helmet, the word thirty-nine is engraved, and it seems that it is also one of the forty mythological sequences.

Jiang Qin sat on the sofa and tried to fiddle with this helmet and put it on his head, feeling not very good.

It was too heavy, and it was big, and it smelled of beef, which was not suitable for him.

Is it really worth a trip for Vir to make such a disliked thing?

Weir, who finished brushing the plate and began to sweep the floor, saw this horned helmet, and said helplessly: "Master, please don't play with it at will, even if it is a horned helmet at the end of the thirty-ninth rank of the sequence, it also has incredible abilities." ”

Jiang Qin quipped: "What ability can you have, could it be that the cow fell and was the wife?" ”

"That's right, it's a cow that kills someone else's wife!"

Will said seriously and seriously.