With the departure of Archduke Barlow, this magnificent golden church is once again immersed in peace and quiet.

The tiny candle flame on the giant pillar of the Western Zhou Dynasty flickered and fluttered, and the light gathered together, reflecting this palace more clearly.

Today, in view of the arrival of many nobles, Michaela sent the nuns of the church out in advance.

Let them go to the fields to help the farmers, or go to other churches to pray.

When Grand Duke Barlow left, the nobles, who seemed to have lost their souls, unconsciously followed him, neatly lined up.

The strange and dark door of the dead appeared again in the thick fog, and the Grand Duke walked into it with a cane.

The nobles who had been led followed into the door.

The spectacle that unfolded inside the church was a shock to the people who came to support Prisis.

In order to calm the people's emotions, Michaela also temporarily left the church with the residents.

As a result, only Leah and the others were left in the church.

The dust has settled, and now it's time for Prisis and Victor to recognize each other.

Similarly, as if sensing that something was wrong with the atmosphere around him, the Marquis of Sanchell coughed lightly:

"Ahem, it looks like everything is settled, and it's time for me to go back to my territory."

The affairs of the subhumans need to be moved slowly, and despite the support of the Grand Duke of Barlow, change cannot be achieved overnight.

As a lord, he knew that his first task was to gradually improve the perception of the subhumans in his realm.

Reduce the prejudices of the population and gradually accept their existence.

Therefore, his departure is justified.

It's just that no one cares about Marquis Sanchere's words, and no one even cares that he walks out of the main entrance of the church.

After the departure of the Marquis de Sanchere, only the last few people remained in the empty church.

Still cautious and shy, Prisis looked expectantly at Victor in front of her.

Her gaze was raised, sometimes shyly lowered, so uneasy that she didn't even know where to put her hands.

They could only be carried behind their backs, their fingers intertwined, occasionally biting their lower lip, nervously waiting for a response.

I'm afraid that what I just said will offend the other party.

And, for some reason, she always felt that there was always a gaze next to her that was constantly looking back and forth at her.

Is Miss Leah looking at her? Miss Leah must be cheering her on!

After all, it was the gentle Miss Leah who suggested that she address Mr. Mage as "Father".

The reason why the other party did this must be so that she could further her relationship with Mr. Mage.

Although the title "father" always unconsciously reminded her of her biological father.

A slight change to a more affectionate "dad" may be able to alleviate this complicated emotion.

She'll definitely be doing her best!

But at this time, hearing Prisis's request, Victor couldn't help but sigh.

His voice was soft, but it pierced the silence around him, reaching Prisis's sensitive ears first.

The courage she had just summoned was like a balloon that had been suddenly punctured.

The courage inside "swished" and disappeared without a trace.

She clenched her white teeth, the tips of which gently dug into her soft pink lips.

The heart in the chest also beats more violently due to the tension.

Yes, is it because you don't want her to suck blood?

That's right, how could anyone want to be sucked by a bloodline?

In fact, making such a request was also a whim.

After all, just now, Victor also used this reason to propose their relationship.

And Victor's refusal at this moment seems to be reasonable.

But at this moment, her heart was more nervous and uneasy.

As if having foreseen Victor's refusal, Prissis lowered her head, closed her eyes tightly, and said apprehensively:

"That's, that'...... Even if you can't, it's okay...... Father. ”

While it is true that the survival of the Bloodline depends on the nourishment of blood, a pure Bloodline prince like Pulisis.

Although not sucking blood for a long time will make the body feel a certain weakness and be more sensitive to sunlight, it will definitely not be life-threatening.

Moreover, her blood-thirsting hemomania had been cured ten years earlier.

For her, sucking blood is more like a way for humans to take food and replenish their strength.

Whenever Prisis remembered that Victor appeared beside her like a hero from heaven and solved many of her difficulties.

Not only did she retain her father's domain, but she even asked Archduke Barlow to allow her to inherit her father's title and become a member of the kingdom.

She felt that her request was particularly rude.

Daddy has done so much for her, how can she ask for more?

For a moment, guilt and shame spread like vines through Priness's tense heart, making her feel extremely heavy.

Complex and chaotic emotions collided in her heart, making her even more afraid.

Fearing that this would cause Victor to displease and alienate her.

However, suddenly, a clear glass bottle containing a bright red liquid quietly appeared in her sight.

Looking at the scarlet potion handed to her, Prisis was a little stunned, her eyes full of doubts.

What is this?

At the same time, above her head, Victor's indifferent voice sounded:

"This thing should replace your need for blood."

Prichis looked up and looked at Victor in disbelief.

"Reach out."

She obediently reached out her hand, and the bottle filled with the mysterious liquid was placed securely in the palm of her hand.

Feeling the weight in her hands, Prisis wondered how she looked.

Although she had never sucked blood, she knew that it was red.

And now, the transparent glass bottle also contained a red liquid, and she couldn't help but have a bold conjecture in her heart:

Could it be that this is filled with 'Daddy's blood'?

Subconsciously, her eyes couldn't help but sneak a glance at Victor's neck.

Although...... Although, it's not quite what she thinks.

But this is also the blood of 'Daddy'.

However, Prisis didn't find out.

After Victor handed over the potion, Leah behind her breathed a sigh of relief.

She already knew what Victor was trying to do.

"Try drinking it."

Victor continued:

Hearing this, Pullich did not hesitate at all, lifted the cap, lifted the bottle, and drank the potion inside as soon as he raised his head.

Tons and tons and tons and tons of tons.

Since it was handed to her by her father, she naturally trusted that there would be no danger in it.

As the last drop of scarlet liquid slid down her throat, Prisis instantly felt a strange change spread through her body.

A warm power raced through her veins.

Her eyes widened, and she felt in amazement that her body had shaken off its usual weakness.

The pale skin also begins to reveal a healthy flush.

The pent-up feeling of exhaustion dissipated instantly, and the strength of the western limbs also regained.

It was an amazing feeling, and she could clearly feel how different she was before.

However, she did not taste the rust and fishy smell described by her fellow BloodClan.

I didn't feel the 'addictiveness' they had said.

It's as if it was just a simple medicine that replenished her strength.

So this thing, isn't it blood in essence?

Prisis looked down at the empty glass bottle in her hand.

And Victor wasn't surprised to see Prisis in his current state.

For the Bloodline, blood is their source of life.

In the game, once the Bloodline sucks blood, it will be able to regain its vitality and heal its body.

And the recovery potion that Victor just handed to Prisis was originally a prop used to restore health.

Their role is pretty much the same for a Bloodline.

The only difference is that the Bloods generally use blood as food to fill their stomachs.

But the potion is only used to restore physical strength and health, and you can't drink it enough.

However, this can be regarded as a solution to Prisis's physical problems.

In the future, if she wants to regain her strength, she can use a healing potion instead.

But Prisis was a little lost.

Doesn't it mean that because it's his daughter, it's okay to suck blood?

This thing doesn't look like blood......

She was about to ask, when suddenly, a fierce wind swept by.

The invisible wave of qi made Prisis's long silver-white hair flutter in the air, like a blooming silver flower.

Her long dress was blown by the wind, and she hurriedly stretched out two pale slender arms to hold the hem of her skirt steadily.

Even Leah, who was in the distance, was resisting the wind and waves, covering her face with one hand and holding the little fox in her arms with the other.

Only the tiger man was like an immovable mountain, allowing the wind and waves to sweep through its hair.

The candle flame in the west perimeter of the church was blown by the air current, and Mingyao's body became fluttering and trembling.

In the midst of the wind and waves, Prichis struggled to raise her head.

But at this time, he saw that Victor was half of his body covered by a thick white mist, as if suspended in the air.

"As for my blood."

Victor stretched out his palm, which was also elementalized, and gently touched the top of Prisis's head.

And smoothed through her long, soft, flowing pale hair.

Then, an indifferent voice slowly sounded:

"Wait until you're strong enough to take the initiative to bleed me."

As the words fell, a strong wave of air rolled up.

White smoke dispersed and swept across Prisis' face.

The candle flame in the church fell silent, and the dancing smoke drifted away, retracting the light.

Eventually, the waves dissipated, and a golden afterglow poured in from outside the church.

Prisis stood stunned, looking at the golden sun slowly setting in the sky, Victor's words echoing in her mind.

Leah, on the other hand, was standing behind Prisis and couldn't help but smile again when she saw Victor disappear.

Peace of mind, peace of mind.

Although there were some small errors along the way, the results were good.

As for the second half of what Victor said, Leah didn't pay much attention to it.

In her opinion, no one can make others bleed only when Victor makes others bleed.

Well, yes, let someone bleed.

Thinking of this, Liya's face had a subtle flush.

I don't know what came to mind.