He kept his head down, so he didn't see the little girl looking around boringly, otherwise he would have realized that something was wrong.

The people who usually handed over to him were low-level blood clans, and he couldn't control himself just by smelling his blood, not to mention that now he had cut his palm.

But lately he's been getting distracted and unconsciously ignoring it.

After all, he wouldn't have thought that a blood clan would be bold enough to come to the church by himself, isn't this a clear death?

The High Priest has been dissatisfied with the Pope for a long time, and it was originally for the rights of the church that he united with Bloodhunt and secretly provided his own blood and news to the Bloodline.

But what annoyed him was that the Bloodhunt Alliance had been vaguely trying to break their contract lately.

As for the blood clan, not to mention, they are cunning to death.

But the cooperation has already begun, and in any case it cannot be done halfway, otherwise all the previous efforts will be in vain.

Pressing less than half of the blood, he casually stopped the wound and threw the glass bottle to her.

"Get out."

Gardenia held the glass bottle, but still didn't do anything to him for the sake of blood, and only relied on her hood to secretly bark her teeth at him.

Flying out of the window, she snorted at the figure over there.

If it weren't for the fear of upsetting the balance, she would have captured this guy and imprisoned him in the Blood Clan.

But just because she can't do it doesn't mean Rebecca can't.

It seems that she is going to find an opportunity to hint at this matter, anyway, when everything is over, the matter of the high priest will definitely be poked out, and it will still be rejected by humans at that time.

Since there is no other role, it is better to capture the blood clan and serve them as blood servants.

Bringing the glass bottle back to Rebecca, Gardena turns into a little bat again and flutters back to her brother's room.

Seeing that the window was not closed, she was dazed for a moment, and then realized that it was for herself.

The movement naturally flew to his shoulder, and the little paw tugged at his collar, indicating that he had returned.

Mias was silent for a moment, closed the teaching, got up and led it to the bed.

"Isn't it human?"

Gardena nodded her little head.

It was too much trouble to turn into a human form, so she slept like this, and was leaving tomorrow anyway.

Mias answered softly, setting her aside, raising his hand to untie his robe.

The snow-white robe opened slightly with his movements, and occasionally a piece of white skin could be seen.

The original solemnity and divine aura seemed to be broken at once, and it was dyed with mundane desires.

The little bat blinked, and a pair of crimson eyes lit up slightly.

Watching him take off his robe little by little, she suddenly couldn't control her little paws.

It's just that before I could get started, I was covered by a towel.

The vision in front of him suddenly dimmed, and the little bat was stunned for a moment, and struggled to pull it away.

I saw that the other party had already undressed and stood there.

Gardena sighed a little regretfully and flew over to step on his shoulder.

I didn't see the whole process.

Mias glanced sideways at the small black furball, waved out the lamp and lay down.

Then he put her in the socket of his neck.

This time, Gardenia can't care about anything, and she is fascinated by the blood close to her.

The little body was well-behaved and honestly lying there.

…

Following.

When Gardena woke up, she found herself in her pocket by Mias, who seemed to be moving.

She pulled out of her pocket in a daze, her little head spinning around.

It is indeed no longer in the church, this should be the square, and many people wearing white cloaks are waiting below.

Seeing that the ritual was about to begin, Gardenia blinked and silently swallowed the question.

By the way, it was washed.

When it was all over, she saw the opportunity to fly to the little brother's shoulder, tugged at the collar, and said hello to him and left.