Just as he was looking distracted, suddenly Venason frowned slightly and glanced at the admonition room next to him.

"What sound?"

The dark brown wooden door trembled slightly, as if something was holding on from behind the door.

Vinason remained cautious, he didn't pull the door open, after all, Besik's tragic experience, he saw it with his own eyes.

This world is full of uncertain pollution, and if the things inside are not human, it is very likely that they will be directly polluted if they are opened rashly......

"Stomp! Stompe! ”

At this moment, the crisp sound of high heels stepping on the floor came from outside the door, and at the same time, a narrow shadow appeared in the door of the arched door.

"Someone's coming?"

He glanced left and right, and in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, he quickly wrapped his breath with his spiritual power, and then hid on the other side of the Holy See prayer table with an arrow.

Stompe! Stompe!

The sound of high-heeled shoes is getting closer and closer, and the people outside the door have entered the church, closing the distance little by little.

It shouldn't be discovered now...... Hey, no, I'm not a thief, why are I hiding?

Venason glanced sideways and saw a middle-aged woman in a pure white lace dress.

She has a sense of exoticism, with deep sunken eyes, pretty lips, a small nose, and a faint spot on her face.

She was...... Luckahi?

The receptionist at the Yurda housing registry?

What did she come to the Quiet Church in the North Cross District for? I remember that she seemed to believe in the gods of sleep and crimson.

Venasson, who was huddled under the prayer table, was stunned for a moment, and instantly recalled the scene when he had changed houses, and this rather snobbish lady left a great impression on him.

She's coming here, did she find me? Being wrapped in spiritual power should have a certain amount of hidden power.

Lukahi stopped at the door of the admonition room, a slight smile on her lips, and she gently reached out and creaked open the brown wooden door, and immediately stretched out a thick arm covered with black hair in the admonition room, and dragged her inside.

"Was it a man's arm just now?"

In the flash of his thoughts, Venason snapped his fingers lightly, spreading out the spirituality wrapped in spiritual power, and saw that in the black-pressed admonition room, two auras entwined by red, orange, and turbid purple were close together.

When I first touched the Transcendental, I had a similar amount of occult knowledge in my mind.

Remember that the red aura seemed to represent anger, love, hatred, and unpredictable changes.

It mainly affects the circulatory and reproductive systems, and when it appears in the human body, it often represents that the owner of the aura is nervous, aggressive, impulsive or overly excited?

Orange represents warmth, innovation and passion, and it is a symbol of courage, happiness and willingness to socialize.

Purple...... Is the cloudy purple color representing a strong sexual fantasy?

Venasson's expression became a little strange as he deciphered the color representation of these two gases, and as he cautiously approached the wooden door, he whispered:

Belch...... It can't be what I thought it would be, right?

"Lucace, my darling, you're finally here." A deep male voice rang out behind the door.

"I was supposed to be on duty today, and I temporarily changed with Little Tom, by the way, didn't you say that you had a gift for me?"

"Can you guess? Definitely something you like. ”

"I like things that are shiny and precious, like the gems set here and there in this church, but I can't get them?" Luca Hi said with a slight disappointment.

"Baby, you know, the Bright Crusaders patrol and inspect every week, this is the clergy of the Holy See of Light, and I would like to take the gem off and give it to you, but if we are charged with blasphemy, our consequences are unpredictable."

The deep male voice paused, then changed to a certain ostentation, "I went to Huttonmar two days ago, attended a party, and bought a profane card from it, worth 1,200 pounds. ”

"It's so expensive!"

Uh, it's expensive!

Lukahi and Venason sighed and sighed, expressing the same meaning.

Erin, Mies, and Gropius have worked for several years, and their salaries add up to 200 pounds a year, which means that they need to work for 6 years in a row, which is only equivalent to the price of a profane card? In fact, 1,200 pounds is enough for a bachelor to live well for 15 years, and Venason couldn't help but be stunned when he thought of it.

"No, it's not expensive, it's worth the price to be able to touch a blasphemous card with extraordinary power, of course, it's just the initial sequence, and the higher sequence is even more expensive, and it can hardly be measured in gold pounds."

As the thick male spoke, the color of his own turbid purple aura became a little more distinct, and he got closer to the red and orange intertwined aura color next to him, and Venason guessed that he had already started some movements.

"The gift you told me was to give me this blasphemous card?" Lucahi asked tentatively.

"Of course, I also bought a bottle of turtle soup potion from the party, and I promise to satisfy you today." The man gasped heavily, as if he was about to take it anymore.

"I hate it, wait until I take off my stockings, 25 decrees a pair, it's very expensive." Lukahi's voice suddenly softened a lot.

Turtle soup ...... It can't be that kind of thing, right? Venason was a little confused.

“…… You don't have to take it off, you look even more charming now. The magnetic male voice stopped Lukahi, and after seven or eight seconds, the two clusters of colors intertwined.

Damn, what's the situation, why do I suddenly feel like watching a little?

And in the holy church, this pure and immaculate, you are really not afraid of blaspheming the goddess of light...... The corners of Vinason's mouth twitched slightly, and he couldn't help but complain in his heart.

He watched as the red went all the way up the orange, producing green and pink, and then the cloudy purple suddenly exploded, devouring all the colors, and the emotions of both sides instantly turned into a raging fire.

"Hmm... Tap ......

Lukahi groaned, and then was covered by violent gasps, and Venason listened as he judged the "communication" between the two from the change in the color of his aura.

"Forget this, O God...... Voyeurism or something is just too obscene. Venason was so ashamed that his face was crimson, and he picked up the box in his hand, ready to leave.

As soon as he finished speaking, the black leather case suddenly clanged and slammed into the brown wooden door, bouncing a gap between the door panel and the door frame.

As the gap grew wider, the light flooded into the confessional chamber and shone on a wooden bed and a naked middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man half-bent his body and pressed the half-untied Lukahi under him, and his movements were quite intense.

For a moment, this dazzling atmosphere suddenly froze, and the three of them were stunned, especially the middle-aged man and Lukashi under him.

A few seconds later, the man in the prime of life stared at the red eyes and shouted at Venasson, who was standing at the door:

"Bitch bastard, you sabotaged the Holy See's divine exorcism!"

In the reverberating roar, the entire church was instantly wrapped in spiritual power, and a black shadow quickly fled the scene.

The warm sun shone high in the sky, and Venason carried a black suitcase and walked down the wide road.

"I didn't expect that one day, I would also encounter a bloody plot like cheating."

However, I wrapped my whole body with mental power at that time, and I had a certain evasiveness, and Ms. Lukahi should not have recognized me.

Muttering inwardly, Venason had walked to the red light district.

The orange roof and chimney are the main symbols of this entertainment venue, which is easy to see by travelers, and on the other hand, it is said that the owners behind the scenes love orange.

Suddenly, he saw a figure sitting under the plane tree in front of him, with his knees folded, and a wooden easel in front of him.

This is an unusually beautiful woman, with lazy blonde hair, snow-white skin, and a slender posture.

At this point, she was looking intently at the easel, holding a paintbrush in her hand, as if she was depicting something on the ground.

Venason didn't speak, but quietly moved to the woman's side, and he turned his head slightly, casting his gaze over.

The canvas is depicted with one color after another, overlapping and interlacing, like a brilliant rainbow.

After a few moments passed, the woman raised her arm with the paintbrush and stretched lazily.

"Very beautiful oil painting, this is modernism?" Vinason let out a sound of praise.

"Thank you!" The woman turned her head sideways, looked at the long-haired brown man, and smiled.

"The great painter Elden said that color is the most difficult impression in the world, don't try to control it, only understand it little by little."

Venason smiled, "That's right, that's right! ”

"You've heard that, too?" The woman laughed, she immediately sniffled, and then frowned slightly and said:

"It smells of alcohol!"

"I just passed by a bar and had a beer." Vinason said naturally.

"It's okay, I'm not hated alcohol, huh...... Looking at your outfit, are you heading to Huttonmar? The woman said very familiarly, which did not match her own temperament.

"No, it's reading."

"College students, Faslanka comes out of several college students every year, and my fiancé used to be too, he told me before that he would come back after college, and now it's been 6 years, but unfortunately he hasn't come back now."

"Sorry for reminiscing you about something bad." Vinason bent down slightly, apologizing.

"I'm used to it, and I'm relieved." She put her brush down and stood up.

"I've heard that when you go to university, you can choose a subject you like, can you tell me?"

"Art, I used to study art."

Vinason said with some embarrassment, "It's a pity that I didn't make the list, and now it's other majors, and I'm not sure if I'll like it." ”。

"Art, that's great!"

A smile appeared on the woman's face:

"It doesn't matter, although the art is not on the list, but now I am still admitted to the university, right? That one...... College student, I suddenly want to paint a portrait of you, is that okay? It won't take up much of your time. ”

"Well, okay." Vinason originally wanted to refuse, but after thinking for a moment, he nodded lightly, indicating that he could.

The smile on the woman's face became brighter and brighter, and she stretched out her slender white arms, as if she wanted to give the other party a hug, but immediately took her hand back and coughed lightly:

"Nice to meet you, my name is Faye Edwarda, what about you?" As she spoke, she picked up her paintbrush and quickly replaced her easel with a new piece of sketch paper.

"My name is Vinason van der Rohe."