Sander, disgusted with any girl over the age of fourteen.

The undisguised gaze at Leonona made Rosarina tremble, and she blocked her sister behind her. Thankfully, Sander wasn't in a hurry to make any over-the-top moves, and he had plenty of time and patience.

Rather, he enjoyed the process.

Watching these two women struggle in front of themselves, hating themselves to death but powerless feelings, is simply the supreme pleasure.

Bullying, bullying?

Who cares?

The law?

That's for the weak.

This is the reality, in this world strong enough, you can do whatever you want.

If Rosalina could have the strength of the previous generation of the Ballett family, the family would not be so broken.

Taking a deep breath, Sander forced the excitement that welled up in his chest to be suppressed, now was not the time to enjoy, and he would not be able to taste the perfect pleasure until next Tuesday.

"Miss Rosalina, don't say I didn't give you a chance."

"The Ballett family should have a lot of holy relics and secret arts, and if you are willing to hand over those things, this debt can also be written off." Sander said.

That's what Sander's purpose really is.

Fabricated and non-existent debts in exchange for sacred relics and mystical techniques passed down by the Ballett family......

After so many years of investigation, even the ancestral house was dug into the ground, and in the end nothing was found, but everyone still believed that there must be powerful secret arts and holy relics in the Ballett family.

After all, this is an ancient family that has been inherited for 30,000 years, and the members of each generation are quite terrifying existences except for Rosalina, even the head of the previous generation has the strength of a super-rank powerhouse, how can such a family not have a secret inheritance?

If it had been before, Sander would not have been so impatient.

But the destruction of the entire Count of Roland brought a great shock to the entire noble class of the kingdom, and these ordinary nobles, who were usually bloated, greedy, and despicable, finally saw how terrible the truly powerful power was.

The identity of the nobleman is vulnerable in front of the super-rank powerhouse.

When the strength is strong to a certain extent, the status of the nobility is a fart.

No one wants to be the next Earl of Roland.

Many of the great nobles have already begun to act, and they are becoming more and more greedy in pursuit of power, whether it is powerful secret arts, holy relics, or seals.

The Ballett family will naturally be targeted, and Sander is just the fastest one.

Rosarina took a deep breath and stared at Sander with an expressionless expression: "If the Ballett family really has a secret inheritance, how can they let you bully?" ”

Sander shrugged, it was not a very gentlemanly move.

"It's hard to say, powerful secret arts often require enough wisdom to learn; Powerful relics and seals also require strong enough willpower to manipulate ......"

"You don't have the ability to control those, it's better to hand over those things as soon as possible to avoid provoking fire, and those treasures can only bloom in the hands of people with real strength."

Sander held his head high.

There was pride on his face that could not be concealed.

There is no doubt that the person with strength is himself.

Of course, Sand has a capital to be proud of.

At the age of twenty-eight, he was already a sixth-rank transcendent, and he was one of the few geniuses in the entire kingdom.

"This is the last warning, I wish you a great life." With a hand across his chest and a graceful bow, Sander turned away.

Walpole, the dog-legged, naturally immediately followed from behind.

Until the figures of the two disappeared in front of her, Rosarina couldn't bear it anymore, her body shook unconsciously, the world was spinning in front of her, and then she sat on the ground all of a sudden, gasping for breath.

The pressure on her body made it more and more difficult for Rosarina to bear.

My head hurts.

Whenever the pressure is too high, the head will tear like a sharp pain.

Rosalina's appearance startled Leo Nona, and the little girl hurriedly supported her sister's body, her face full of worry.

After a while, Rosarina finally came back to her senses, looked at the little sister in front of her, the corners of her mouth involuntarily showed a smile, her slender fingers gently flicked her sister's cheeks, and immediately hugged her sister's slender body in her arms.

Very hard, very hard.

"Leonona, don't worry, I'll protect you no matter what, I will...... Definitely......"

Murmuring softly, Rosalina's body trembled.

Protect your sister at all costs...... The moment Rosanna woke up and saw her sister beside her, this thought was already naturally imprinted in her soul.

Over the years, despite the difficulties of the side branches, the oppression of the major nobles, and the church, which was enough to collapse the pressure, Rosarina has never let her sister be violated in the slightest, but even Rosarina does not know how long this protection can last.

Recently, this feeling has become more and more intense.

From time to time, her consciousness will be in a trance, and she will often feel unbearable exhaustion, and she wants to lie in bed for a good sleep and rest, but she is afraid that she will not be able to sleep.

She subconsciously hugged her sister's body tighter, she wanted to protect her sister for the rest of her life and watch her grow up...... However, I am afraid that I am afraid that there is not much time left for myself.

Perhaps, I want to find a more suitable home for my sister.

Rosalina's mind involuntarily conjured up Roger's figure, if it was that man, he should be able to protect his sister, right?

……

Roger and the little evil spirit have also returned to the old mansion.

Selubellia had been waiting in the ancient mansion for a long time, and although she was a little curious about the appearance of the little evil spirit, she only asked for the name and did not explore too much.

It is better to say that Celubelia even wished that someone could share the firepower she was bearing, and the seven or eight hours of tossing that night still made Celubelia's heart palpitate, and when she woke up the next day, her legs were weak.

Of course, it would be better if it was a woman who was a little older than the little evil spirit.

The size and appearance of the little evil spirit looks like a crime.

In the courtyard, there are more than a dozen corpses, these corpses were arranged by Koroy on the night of Roland's family's annihilation, these people did not know that Koloy was finished, and still infiltrated the ancient mansion according to the master's orders, and met the mother and daughter ghosts in the ancient mansion.

Those two ghosts may be difficult to resist the former male owner, but there is no pressure to deal with these pawns.

Perhaps in order to repay their kindness, they even cleaned up all the rooms in the old mansion that Selubelia had not had time to clean up.

For these two ghosts, Roger also allowed them to exist.

The matter on Count Roland's side had been settled, and Roger felt relaxed, he stretched his arms comfortably, leaned back, and his neck rested on Selubelia's long soft legs.

Celubellia seemed to be used to this kind of behavior, and had no intention of avoiding it at all, and even stretched out a pair of small hands to rub it lightly on Roger's face.

"By the way, master, you asked me to collect potions from other churches, and I've already collected some." Selubellia said.

This is a task given to her by her master, and Celubelia will naturally do her best to complete it.

Roger's eyes lit up: "Oh, how many have you collected?" ”

"High-level potions are not easy to find, but the first-order potions are relatively easy, the first-order potions of the Church of Storm and War, the Church of the Scorching Sun and the Judgment, the Church of Darkness and Death, and the Church of Nature and Harvest, although it took a lot of effort, they finally got it from the black market."

"What about the Sky and the Church of Eternal Life?"

"The Sky and the Church of Immortality potions are the easiest, I went directly into the church of the Sky and the Church of Immortals, and told a clergyman that I wanted their first-order potions, and the other party gave them to me directly." Selubellia said in a brisk tone, "He even gave me an extra bottle of second-rank potions, and said that it was not enough to ask him for it at any time." ”

Roger looked suspicious: "How can it be so easy?" ”

Selubellia covered her mouth and chuckled, "The master probably doesn't know that the Sky and Immortal Church is the strangest of all the churches. ”

"The Church of the Sky and the Immortals has always been a believer, whether it is a nobleman, a commoner, or even a homeless person on the street, they will accept it."

"They are even very welcoming to believers from other churches to convert."

"Coupled with the temptation of immortality, the Sky and Immortal Church have the largest number of believers in the world, and even about the same as the other five major churches combined."

"The more believers there are, the more donations there will be, so the Sky and Immortal Church is definitely the richest of the six major churches, and the more money there is, the more potions it can make."

"If a believer wants to become a transcendent, he doesn't need to review his qualifications at all, the low-level potions are directly given away, and the transcendents of other churches want to get the potion, the high-level ones may hesitate, but the low-level ones will definitely not refuse."

It sounds like a great benevolent person.

Although Roger doesn't really want to speculate with malice, is there really such a thing in this world that does not ask for anything in return?

"Bring me the potion." Roger said.

Celubellia immediately handed over all the low-level potions she had collected to Roger, and pointed to one of the bottles: "This is the potion of the Sky and the Church of Immortality." ”

It was a clear glass bottle with something white in it.

Although the bottle is tightly sealed, it still reveals bursts of tantalizing aromas, as if the sweetest delicacy in the world makes people want to swallow it in one bite.

Gently shaking, the white flocculent shapes change shape in the bottle.

Roger tried to infiltrate with spiritual power, but he didn't perceive anything special.

Looking at the gas lamp in the room, under the light of the fire, you can faintly see what seems to be wrapped in the flocculent.

He threw the potion to the little demon, who also didn't see anything wrong.

But in Roger's heart, he always felt that something was not quite right with this potion,

This feeling was very strong, as if some kind of instinct was constantly reminding him, and silently, Roger took out a monocle from the storage ring and placed it on the left eye!