Gardena blinked her eyes, a little weak.

She really planned to come to see him only once, and now in this situation, the church has a strict grip on the blood clan, and if one is accidentally exposed, many people will be involved.

After all, what he explained to the outside world before was that the believers around him had gone to other places to spread their faith.

And if she wants to stay in the church, she can only disguise herself as a human, and she can't let others notice her appearance, otherwise sooner or later she will be exposed, which is not good for Gardena.

But looking at his appearance, he inexplicably feels a bit like a scumbag.

It's still the kind of person who picks up his pants and walks away when he is satisfied.

After pondering for two seconds, she tentatively spoke.

"So I'll leave tomorrow? I'll sleep with you tonight, but I'll only be the archetype. ”

Mias pursed her lips at the answer, but let go of her hand.

"Okay."

…

Gardena sat at the spire of the church, facing the hallway, the only way for the high priest to return to his room.

Because of the need to take his blood, Gardena has reverted to the appearance of the Blood, wearing only a cloak to hide her breath outside.

The pope needs to accompany the gods to proclaim to the public, and the church's regular prayer falls to the high priest.

At this time, he had just finished attending the evening prayer and walked out of the main hall surrounded by believers.

With his back to the hall, the expression on his face instantly converged, and he frowned and walked away quickly.

However, as soon as he stepped into the hallway, he was keenly aware of a hint of darkness that did not correspond to the church.

The High Priest raised his eyes silently.

Under the silvery moonlight, there was a black figure standing on the spire, whether it was the breath around her or the bat on her shoulder, it was clear that she was identifying.

It's a vampire.

The high priest was annoyed, but he cautiously glanced around, and continued to walk to his room as if nothing had happened.

Seeing that he found himself, Gardena clapped her hands, retracted the conjured little bat, and spread her bone wings to follow behind him.

The high priest walked to the room, nodded slightly to the believers behind him, and closed the door.

He stood in the room for a moment, then opened the window and watched the Bloodclan fly in.

Without waiting for the other party to speak, he took the lead in scolding.

"What's the matter, it's not that you can't come to the church to find me, everything you need has already been handed over to Bloodhunt."

As for why the other party was able to appear here in the open, without even attracting the attention of the pope and the gods, he had already selectively ignored it.

Gardenia blinked, and as soon as she put away her wings, she was scolded and froze in place for a moment.

She tried to explain.

"No, I'm not here to ask you for ......"

Halfway through speaking, she suddenly remembered that she had indeed come to ask for something, so she silently stopped the rest of her words.

Seeing that she was silent, the high priest snorted coldly.

"You'd better remember that we're only in a temporary relationship, and if you want to be honest with me without being discovered."

He glanced her up and down.

"I'm not at a problem dealing with an ordinary bloodline."

Gardenia made a perfunctory sound, indicating that she knew.

The high priest barely suppressed his anger and asked casually.

"Tell me, what do you need?"

Her eyes lit up and she spoke obediently.

"Need a little of your blood."

After speaking, he lowered his head, carefully dug into his cloak, and took out the glass bottle that he had just come from his little brother's room.

Looking at the glass bottle used for the illustration in front of him, the high priest frowned.

“…… Is this a point? ”

Gardena sighed and explained.

"It's not all full, a small half is enough, I only found this with a lid."

“……”

The High Priest reached out and snatched the glass bottle, slicing his palm with a spell, allowing the blood to drip down.