Time is like an arrow, and time is like a shuttle.

It's been a full month since the day the Wild Elf Maiden became a Warlock.

The maiden sat in front of the altar of the chapel on the first floor of the Tital Church, and sat there quietly, waiting for the few churches in this town called Banki, where it can be said that almost no believers came.

In the last month, this has become a habit of the maiden, and every day before sunset, they have been sitting here to greet every sincere believer.

Sometimes believers come in, either to pray at Mass, or to penit.

The maiden had very little work, and every day even on Mass Day there were only a dozen or so worshippers at most, and sometimes, even if the maiden sat in this silent chapel for a whole day, not a single guest came.

At the same time, it is very relaxing, just quietly watching each believer who comes and goes, listening to their prayers and confessions.

Today seems to be another quiet day, and no one should come. ’

The girl sat gracefully and quietly in the seat where she sat every day, looking through the open door at the empty path and the dense weeds.

The idle and bored state made the girl's mind begin to recall the priest's admonition.

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"The cultivation method of a warlock is actually very different from most legal professions, a magician needs to accumulate knowledge and magic power over many years to perform magic, and a priest also needs to accumulate belief in the gods and accumulate norms for himself. ”

Warlocks, on the other hand, do not need these, do not need to accumulate knowledge and skill, do not need faith and constraints. The Demon Lord will impart knowledge and skills to you, the Demon Lord will provide you with magical powers, and the Demon Lord will give you freedom without your faith. All powerful demons tend to pursue only one thing. ”

"Pleasure!"

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That's what the priest said.

The priest said this with a strange expression on his face, a mixture of contempt and reverence, yearning and fear, and some subtle emotions that the other maidens could not perceive.

So for the past month, girls have hardly done any other exercises except for one or two hours of necessary meditation every day, as well as some etiquette and basic knowledge learning.

Of course, this refers to the time of day. And at night, it is day after day of bed education, and every day before going to sleep, it is a fixed time for the priest to carry out one kind or another 'scientific' experiment on the pure body of the girl.

Brutal human experiments, surgery, sampling, transplantation of all sorts of strange cells, internal organs, nerves, and blood.

Every night the girl has to endure the painful torture of all kinds of 'instruments' that she has never seen before, magic blows, physical blows, and torture and damage inflicted by what can be called 'instruments'.

The priest said that this was to improve her ability to resist magic and strikes.

The maiden also had to go to bed with some strange potions, red, blue, green, fragrant, smelly, sweet, spicy, bitter, poisonous, harmful, beneficial, and ineffective.

Zuihou of Zuihou, the maiden carries the pain and exhaustion of the day, and has to endure the savage impact of the priest's strong body comparable to that of a high-ranking knight, long-lasting, furious, brutal, and at the same time extremely wonderful torture.

It wasn't until the second half of the night that the warlock girl was able to gradually fall asleep with all kinds of physical discomfort.

The girl endured all kinds of pain that ordinary people couldn't endure even one, all the time, day after day. I don't know when it will change, I don't know when it will end, I just know that for a long time to come, the girl will live the daily life like now.

Except for the period when the sun rises until it sets, it is quiet and peaceful.

This was a trial for her, for the apostles. The fairy girl thought so, and believed so much.

Because, although suffering like hell. But the girl's Liliang as a warlock is growing, growing at a speed that Cheryl, a beginner can clearly feel, and growing wildly.

She's now a Level 3 Pain and Destruction Warlock.

To Cheryl, to a creature of vampire blood.

These ordinary people may cause, no, will definitely cause permanent trauma or disability, and will not affect the girl's body at all, and will not leave any sequelae, even if it is a small and inconspicuous sequelae.

On the night she became a Warlock, Cheryl became the first descendant of Kyrlius.

At that time, Paris was still suffering from the aftermath of the "double first embrace", that is, Sister Paris at that time had not yet become a descendant of Kellius. Therefore, Cheryl, who was first embraced by the priest the next day and became his bloodline, was strictly the first blood of Kylelius.

By the way, after Paris completed the 'double first embrace', Kylelius also knew that what the nun said was not a lie, and that she really did not kill Father Tom. Because the lower-class vampires after the initial embrace cannot resist the higher-class blood relatives head-on. As long as Kylelius asked, Cheryl naturally knew everything.

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Now, it's evening.

The orange sunset sun shone through the colorful floor-to-ceiling windows, shining on the seated girl, dragging a long shadow on the old wooden floor.

At this time, the girl was wearing a brand new nun dress, a black nun dress that fit well.

Half a month ago, the newly ordered standard nun clothes finally arrived in Banji from other places, and Cheryl finally did not need to wear civilian clothes, but sat in front of the holy altar and did the work of the clergy.

The expression on his face was different from the cold and indifferent he had been a month ago.

I don't know if it was influenced by the priest's education in bed at night, or by the influence of the succubus lord "Mebisvia".

The girl's expression became charming and seductive at this time, and she sat there quietly and dignified like the noblest princess on the continent, without any fluctuations, but revealing a rich, fatal attraction that had an effect on all sexes.

She doesn't smile, but she gives people the feeling of laughing, she doesn't look at you, but she gives others the feeling of being coquettish.

That being said, if you look closely, you will find that the girl's beautiful purple and black eyes are as beautiful as stars, without the slightest flattery.

No laughter, no malice, no joy, no sadness.

Nothing.

Some are just endless emptiness.

An emptiness that only Kyrlius can fill.

Combined with the empty and silent chapel, there was a wordless coldness in the air.