Hearing this, the church fell silent.

This means that the Clevina family has given up the territory.

The ownership of the land of Shurben will be reverted to Prisis and to the kingdom.

At the same time, Sauerburne will no longer be under the patronage of the Cravina family.

In the face of all this, Prisis remained calm, she bowed deeply to Leah, and said sincerely:

"Thank you for your education and training, Prissis will take it to heart."

Leah smiled and reached out a hand, caressing Prisis' almost bloodless face.

"From this day forward, Sulburn is your own."

"You have to protect this land that belongs to you."

Michaela, who was a Witness, immediately applauded and congratulated.

But her applause echoed lonely inside the church, failing to elicit a response from anyone else.

Only the eyes of the nobles remained indifferent and persistently staring at Prisis.

Because from this moment on, when Leah affirmed this decision.

Next, it will be time for these nobles to act.

They would not tolerate the sutra being in the hands of a Blood Clan for a long time.

For this reason, these nobles have prepared all kinds of arguments, just to expel Pulisis from the territory at this moment.

They can't wait.

So, before Michaela's applause had completely stopped, a nobleman stepped out of the crowd.

He stood with his sword in front of many nobles, and without hesitation asked:

"Bishop Michaela, what you mean, is it not that you support a Bloodline as the lord of Shulben?"

This question immediately attracted all eyes to the upright nobleman.

Even Prisis turned around, staring silently at the questioning human.

He felt that everyone's eyes were on him, and his courage was doubled, and his words became more passionate:

"It's ridiculous that the Bloodline became the lord of the human realm, and none of us promised her to become the lord of Shulben in the first place."

"It's just that Count Victor adopted her, and in the name of the Clevenna family allowed her to reside in Sulburn as a vicarious lord for herself."

"But now, Miss Lia has returned Surburn to the kingdom, does the current Sorburn still need a blood clan to occupy Surburn?"

"If it is not of my race, its heart will be different!"

He was filled with righteous indignation, and his words were inspiring, and even the nobles around him who were already in the know were unanimously excited.

That's right, they don't just think about the kingdom, they think about the safety of all humanity.

How can a blood clan who is not of the same race as a human be able to occupy Shulben and become the lord of the human race!?

Puliss and the others remained expressionless, as if these remarks were nothing more than a breeze blowing across the lake.

And the other party continued to talk endlessly:

"Each of us remembers Laurien's atrocities."

"That time, if it weren't for Count Victor's timely action, he would have almost sucked the blood of a million people in Shulben!"

"The Bloods will never be able to change their nature, even if she hasn't sucked human blood now, so in the future, who will guarantee that she won't suck human blood!?"

"Who would willingly let her suck blood!?"

At this moment, every nobleman lowered the corners of their mouths and nodded in great agreement.

The nobleman's gaze was once again fixed on Prisis, and the calm face made him take a deep breath, and finally issued a warning:

"If you're still obsessed and don't plan to leave the kingdom, then."

He suddenly drew the long sword at his waist, and the cold light flashed.

The sharp edge was aimed at the center of Prisis's eyebrows, and he announced loudly:

"My sword is not a disadvantage!"

Zheng Zheng Zheng!

In an instant, a series of sword draws rang out.

All the nobles present drew their swords at the same time, and unanimously aimed their swords at Prisis.

All of a sudden, the atmosphere in the entire church suddenly became tense and dropped to freezing point.

Leah looked at the scene in front of her and was not surprised, as if she had long realized that such a situation would occur.

And the Earl of Sanchel next to her was not surprised.

Because in the eyes of others, he is the one who planned it all.

Bishop Michaela is no surprise either.

After all, the church knows the heart best.

Only Priss, her head gradually lowered.

She didn't show sadness or sadness, just sighed softly.

Her methods are indeed too soft.

Because of this, as a powerful blood clan, it is clear that his body flows with his father's power.

However, she was repeatedly bullied and expelled by the nobles.

Obviously, she just wants to live in harmony with these humans.

No one noticed that Prisis began to gather tiny amounts of blood in her hands.

It was as if the blood flowed naturally out of its own veins, quietly condensing into a scarlet blood cell.

Just when the two sides were tense and confrontational, like an arrow on a string, suddenly-

"Then let her suck my blood."

A calm voice cut in, and all the tension around him was instantly resolved.

Immediately, clear footsteps followed.

When this sudden sound came into their ears, the nobles in the venue were full of confusion and turned their heads to look at the door.

Each and every one of them saw it, and it was a somewhat familiar man.

He was dressed in a black suit and a top hat, with a monocle behind his eyes reflecting light.

Elegantly holding a gem-encrusted cane in one hand, he walked in with a particularly comfortable and elegant look.

He stood in the doorway with a cane.

Surveying the crowd of people who were standing still like wax figures with a calm gaze, he continued to speak lightly:

"I said, then let her suck my blood."

The aristocrats were full of doubts about this sudden appearance, peeking at each other, not knowing why.

Although the man was somewhat familiar, they couldn't confirm it for a while.

It's just that none of them see it.

The moment they saw the man in front of them walk in, Prisis behind them suddenly stood in place and was stunned.

It's as if you've seen an incredible person appear.

The originally condensed power in his hand dissipated instantly, and one hand involuntarily covered his mouth.

His body trembled, for fear that he would make any noise at this moment.

And at this moment, in the face of these bewildered aristocrats, Victor smiled lightly again.

"Looks like you're not familiar with me now, ......"

Before he could finish speaking, he gracefully took off the top hat on his head.

Immediately after, Xi Zhou rolled up a fierce black aura.

It was like a dark smoke swirling densely, shrouding the interior of the church in a dark shadow.

The church, which was originally bright and bright, became dark and silent under the cover of black light veil.

As the black storm recoiled at high speed, it suddenly bloomed, and the violent pitch-black wind wave seemed to carry dark ashes, raising the hems of the clothes of the nobles present.

The first time the darkness faded.

A man in a trench coat reappeared in front of them.

Black hair, three-dimensional and handsome facial features, and a pair of obsidian pupils exude a cold light.

"Let me reintroduce myself."

He put his hands in his pockets, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly with confidence.

"I'm Victor—"

"Craviner."