"How could it not be pointless, even though these slaves had become zombies, and we couldn't stop that. But you don't mean to say that's it, are you?" Paris said.

"What do you mean, although I always thought that Father Priest could do anything, Father Priest doesn't seem ready to go to those bald people right now, we can't go against your will!" Cheryl said categorically.

"Why don't you prepare to retaliate now, it's just that you don't have enough strength to retaliate." But with Cheryl's brain, I don't want to say more. It's a waste of time, and it's not good for me. Paris thought to herself.

Although the nun was slandering in her heart, she said something else: "It is true that we have no way to trouble the red-robed people now, but that does not mean that we will do nothing and let them continue to cause trouble and danger to the priest." ”

She knew that with Cheryl's blind worship and maintenance of Kellius, she would do her best to deal with any factor that could pose a threat to Kellius.

Sure enough, Cheryl's next monetization was just as Paris had guessed, and she agreed with Paris almost without hesitation, asking, "So, what are we going to do next?"

'Hooked!' Paris screamed inwardly. Then she pretended to be thinking about Cheryl, and said to the girl: "The thing to do is very simple, since there is no way to directly seek revenge from the red robe, then the allies or subordinates of the red robe, we can take revenge, right?"

"The Red Robe transported a large number of slaves here. Then they must at least have a place here where they can store these slaves. As an external force, no matter how strong it is, it needs local power to provide this place......"

Speaking of this, Paris suddenly paused, looked at Cheryl who was nodding and smiled: "Although I don't know how many red-robed collaborators there are in Lu Dao yet, there is one person or family who can already be determined to be their collaborator. ”

"Who!?" Cheryl shouted.

"Naturally, the garrison of that port, Baron de Bisch and his family. Without his permission, it would have been impossible for such a large quantity of 'cargo' to stay there for a long time without being discovered. Paris said the first goal.

"The Debichy family, that's not ......," Cheryl said, noticing the familiar surname, with surprise and anger.

"Yes. It's the Debich family. The two women, Mera and Liz, are members of this family. And one is the patriarch's sister, and the other is the patriarch's wife, it's really hard to imagine that they will be completely unaware. Paris continued to provoke.

In fact, there was no need for her to provoke, and Cheryl was already furious at this time. She gritted her teeth and said, "Sure enough, it's those two." You lowly deceive the great and holy Lord Kyleus. It's unforgivable!"

"So. What are you going to do next?" Paris said softly with a treacherous smile, hiding the delicate red lips that couldn't help but curl the corners of her mouth.

"Kill them, of course! They have no second way. Whoever betrays Lord Kylelius deserves to die!" Cheryl's sudden burst of killing intent made Paris, a vampire who had also experienced hell, feel a palpitation involuntarily. Although Paris knew that this killing intent was not aimed at herself, she still felt a strong chill.

"Reliable, Cheryl. Paris suppressed a faint fear and pretended to say casually, but her indifferent attitude made Cheryl, who was on the verge of exploding, turn the finger at her at the same time.

"So do you, Paris. Cheryl said with murderous intent.

"Yes, yes. Paris still spread her hands casually, and replied insincerely. But her eyes, which narrowed slightly and shone cold from time to time, looked directly at Cheryl without showing weakness.

"You better remember. If I knew that one day you would become a traitor, I wouldn't let you go!" Cheryl threatened.

"It's scary~~~~" Paris showed a frightened expression, but the contrived expression and the flickering cold eyes showed that her mood was almost completely opposite to what she said.

"Hmph!" Cheryl snorted, and instead of dwelling on the pointless topic, she turned and sped out of the place Paris had just provided.

On the other side, Kyleus, who was also running rapidly, rushed to the place where he and Gala had fought just now.

'Will the Count kill him?' or will they let him go in exchange?' said Kyleus.

With this in mind, Kellius soon came to the Count's side again. But the sight in front of him was unexpected, and he had imagined many possible scenarios, but the one in front of him had never appeared in his mind.

Daphany, with her mature charm, was weeping bitterly as she hugged Gala's body, and the Count stood beside her, whispering to comfort her sister. The two of them really didn't want to face the attitude of a person who had betrayed them, and their expressions showed pain, sadness, and remorse.

When the Count saw Kyrlius rushing towards him, he nodded sadly, and said hello.

Naturally, Kylelius also nodded in acknowledgment, and then asked suspiciously, "Your Excellency, ...... just now What the hell is going on?" the scene in front of him made Kylelius completely unaware of what was going on, such a scene seemed to him to be absolutely impossible.

The Count, who heard the priest's question, patted Daphany on the shoulder, and then led Kylelius to a distant place, and then opened his mouth to explain what had just happened.

Rewind time to after Kylelius left.

The Earl held the sword in his hand and stared at the dark gray Gala, as if he was afraid that he would suddenly deliver a fatal blow, and slowly approached Gala, who seemed to be powerless.

Even dying magicians are absolutely likely to harbor the most powerful killers, like dying beasts, and they are at their most dangerous.

This was the experience that Gala had personally told his siblings when he explained to them anything about dealing with magicians. But today, in Gala's last moment, it is a bit ironic that he was used by the juniors he had taught himself. (To be continued......)