In the sanctuary on the base floor of Lichtens Castle, Lanch gave a vivid handicraft class on "The Mummification Process for Three-Year-Old Children".

After asking the priest to cleanly seal the blood of the earl, which had been extracted.

Then Ranch began to guide everyone's work arrangement.

First of all, the three members of the Chamber of Commerce were responsible for creating the coffin with the mummies, using the cast-iron room on the fourth floor of the castle.

The clergy were responsible for the optimization of the count.

Ranch: They'll have tomorrow's events and meals ready for them.

Tonight, everyone still needs to stay up late and work overtime, and when they finish their work, they can enjoy this wonderful holiday together.

Everyone felt a little tired after a very fulfilling day, but the thought of having four days to play in the next four days filled me with energy.

"Blood...... Give me back my blood......"

Count Palocas's voice was hoarse and faint, like a skinny man who had become addicted.

"So staying up late is really very harmful, and it makes him so painful. Count Palocas likes to stay up late, and in order to correct his bad habits, we have to stay up with him for a while tonight, as the so-called harm to others and to ourselves. ”

Lanch couldn't help but sigh as he looked at the dry corpse Count Palocas, who was still trembling on the ground.

Huberian stopped talking.

She always felt that the pain of Count Palocas was not entirely caused by staying up late.

"Mr. Lanch, since the Blood Clan is immortal, then they will not die even if they stay up indefinitely. So in the future, if you encounter a blood clan who refuses to adjust your schedule and rest, can you first let them try to stay up for ten days and half a month without sleeping, so as to help them realize the importance of a good routine and rest? ”

The young master of the Chamber of Commerce immediately began to draw inferences and asked Lan Qi questions on the side.

"That's right."

Ranch bowed his head in relief.

As the so-called "moral impermanence teacher, the master is good as the teacher", the young master of the Chamber of Commerce may have understood the true meaning of convincing people with virtue.

“……”

Huberian looked at the two of them, one daring to teach and the other daring to learn.

It feels like there is one less normal person.

Originally, the young master of the Chamber of Commerce had been paddling all afternoon, and he didn't say a few words, and Huberian thought that he was the least affected by Lanqi, but he didn't expect that he was seriously infected.

……

The world outside the window was still in deep darkness, and the courtyard of the castle and the mountains beyond, hidden in the night, only the moonlight illuminated their silhouettes.

On the second floor of Lichtens Castle, bedroom 202 where the resurrections are held.

Exceptionally silent.

The air was filled with a heavy smell of rust and blood, and the palatial decorations, floors, and walls were stained with splashes of blood, red, brown, and black, each color representing the pain of a different time.

In the center of the room, a petite teenage girl is unconscious in a chair, her body bound tightly by iron locks, chains and shackles, unable to escape.

Her clothes looked like they had been torn by a wild beast, her shoulders were tattered, and her original priest's white robe had been dyed almost crimson one after another.

The source of those blood stains is nothing more than the scars on her body, each of which penetrates deep into her skin, recording unforgettable memories, like being eroded by the wind and snow in the bitter cold, extremely pale, and the wounds on her thighs have not healed, like a sick red line that will flow blood at any time.

In the middle of the night, dark clouds in the sky seemed to drift by, allowing the faint moonlight to enter the bedroom and illuminate the girl's face.

The captive goddess of the Resurrection Church had her eyes closed, as if she was in a dream and suffering from indescribable pain and suffering.

Suddenly, there was a faint movement downstairs, the slight sound of chains clashing, the creak of wooden staircase handrails, and the sound of conversation.

These tiny voices were like a key, slowly opening the door to her consciousness.

“……”

Her eyelids began to flutter slightly, slowly unveiling the fog of her coma, and consciousness slowly emerged in the darkness, gradually becoming clearer.

She remembered that she had arrived in a shadow world called the Templar Villain's Dinner, a family member of the Bloodline who had been tasked with betraying and killing the challengers, and was going to inflict the most brutal psychological and mental torture on the other challengers......

And then......

And then ......

She didn't want to think about it anymore.

She suddenly opened her heavy eyelids as if she had woken up from a nightmare, and the faint moonlight shining into her pupils made her feel extremely glaring.

“……”

When her consciousness was fully restored, all the details of the room seemed so clear, she could feel the cold chains on her body and the freedom she had been taken away, the faint sound of the wind in her ears, and the piercing pain in her body.

Those once bright blue eyes are now lightless and godless, only deep exhaustion.

The Academy of Ixirite is an unimaginable bunch of brutes who can do anything.

The goddess wanted to speak, but her lungs seemed to be cut by a sharp sword, and the sound of heavy and intermittent breathing was like the wind blowing through the sand, making a rustling sound, and the painful trajectory had drifted out of her body, turning into the smell of blood wafting in the air.

"Damn...... Target...... Stuff ......"

Although the sound coming from her gagged mouth was faint and indistinct, it was filled with endless resentment that permeated the dimly lit room.

The girl's face was as stiff and dead as a stone statue in the bleak moonlight.

Suddenly, the door drew closer, and the sound of footsteps that became clearer shattered the silence of the room, like wind chimes coming from afar.

It was the unhurried pace of the victor, as if he was ready to enjoy the last prey.

There is no doubt that the Earl of the Blood Clan has finally arrived.

Listening to the sound outside the door, the goddess official actually raised the corners of her mouth, raised her head and laughed, laughing like a blooming crazy flower, and the laughter was poignant and empty.

She knew that her time of death had come, but that the pain and humiliation would also end.

Even though she was still terrified of the three clergy, she now knew that they had tormented her for so long and were dead.

Including that most damn Ranch Wilford.

She just felt happy!

She slowly lifted her drooping head, keeping her eyes on the door, the door that the Bloodline Count was about to step into.

For some reason, she didn't even feel how terrifying the Blood Count was now.

Click.

In the last moment when the lock had already sounded the sound of metal twisting, she didn't have any fear, but a sense of relief. The corners of her eyes began to moisten with laughter, bitter and relieved tears.

However, the next second.

Lanch, who opened the door, had the interrogation transcript in his hand and looked at her suspiciously.

"Girl, can you share anything happy with me?"

(End of chapter)