Bellamy's mind had a lot to ask Kyleus, but he also knew that it wasn't the right time or occasion. At the same time, he was very skeptical that this priest, who was a magician Wei profession, had a good training method for melee professionals.

With doubts in his heart, Bellamy put away the money bag in his hand, and then left the church step by step with mixed feelings.

Kylelius surprisingly didn't pay attention to the stunner in his arms at this time, his red eyes looked straight at Bellamy's departing back, and the deep eyes made it impossible to know what he was thinking.

The bag of wealth that Kellius gave him for the average person was not because he had so much money that he had nowhere to spend it. You must know that even a one-ring magic research fund usually requires extremely large financial support for ordinary people.

What's more, as a magician with six rings and about to reach seven rings, Kylelius can be said to consume an astronomical amount of money and wealth for every magic research. Now he is far from the point where he can ignore money.

The reason why he gave Bellamy so much money at once was because it didn't seem a big deal to Kyleus, but the main reason was that Kylelius wanted to investigate this new subordinate.

Examine his resistance to money, to ease and luxury. If he had used all this money to enjoy life, then in the eyes of Kyrlius, this person would have no cultivation value.

Even though the results of the 'Origin Identification Technique' told Kellius that Bellamy had good talent and potential, Kellius never cultivated an interest in himself as a hungry wolf who would betray him at any moment. Even if this hungry wolf can hardly pose any effective threat to himself.

To put it simply, this is a mental test for newcomers. Although it is not exact, it can reflect a person's degree of self-control more realistically. There is a huge difference between what a person with self-control can achieve and how much time and effort it takes to achieve it and someone who has no or poor self-control.

'I hope you won't let me down. Bellamy. Kyrlius thought as he looked at his distant figure that had disappeared into the night.

Then there's the problem of the Demonic Calamity, and then again, I haven't encountered a few cases like this, and this will be a good experiment. However, if I have vomited my memories and made no mistakes, I don't seem to have some of the materials and equipment needed to remove the magic element. Kelelius thought with a frown.

If you want to buy materials, you can buy them at the market, and it's not uncommon to write. However, the problem of equipment is really a bit difficult, and it seems that the only way to ask the Count for help is to have it, and the Gala advisor must have such equipment. I thought about it for a long time. Kylelius just came up with such a solution that is not a solution, although it seems a little irresponsible, but as long as there is no problem with the final effect, as for the process, Kylelius said that he didn't care.

However, this calamity seemed to be clearly unusual, and it seemed that the Count should be informed so that he could prepare for it. Three days later, Lycia's funeral, let's find a time to mention it to the Count. Kylelius thought silently.

Thinking of Lycia. That pure girl, the only softness in his heart, he couldn't help but reveal a deep sadness and pain, and such an obvious emotional outpouring naturally attracted the attention of Cheryl, who was attached to his arms.

Cheryl, who was silent and didn't like to talk much, didn't ask. She thinks that the priest needs to let herself know about the affairs of the priest, and she will naturally let herself know, and she does not need to ask for her own words. Asking her about the gods in her mind seemed to her to be an inadmissible act of disrespect.

But don't ask. It doesn't mean that girls are ready to do nothing. She knew that her master was a man who didn't show much emotion on the surface, and that the sadness that emanated from the priest today made the maiden feel it. Let the girl clearly know how much and heavy the pain in the heart of Kyrlius is now.

At the same time, she knew that her master did not need anyone's comfort now. All he needs is simple venting, venting the pain and sorrow in his heart, venting the anger and regret in his heart, and venting all the negative energy in his heart.

Cheryl stretched out a pair of crystal jade hands, slowly and softly reached into Kyleus's priest's robe, gently caressing the bulging muscles under Kellius's priest's robe. Forcefully straightened up his maddeningly full softness, constantly rubbing against Kyleus's body, and the soft friction touch made Kylelius feel comfortable all over his body.

Naturally, Kylelius knew what was in his servant's heart, and he was very touched by her understanding. Indeed, because of Lycia's death, Kyleus's current mentality has changed drastically, and his control of his own psychology has also become very chaotic. So he now needed some channels to sort out his messy mind, and Cheryl's hint gave Kyrlius the best way to vent in the first place.

Kylelius smiled at the wild elf, who was already flushed at this time, and then picked up the shy girl, ignored her struggle and patting, and put his big hand on her plump and slippery buttocks, strode up the stairs with her body, and recklessly broke into Paris's room.

Ignoring Paris, who was already about to fall asleep, Kylelius threw the wild elf girl on his shoulder to the couch heavily, and began to throw aside the obstructive priest's robe as fast as he could.

Paris on the couch felt a body overwhelm her, and gradually returned to reality from her dazed dream, and then the first thing that caught her eye was the majestic body of the only male in the church.

Paris, who was awake, looked at Cheryl beside her suspiciously, and probably understood what was going on, and then let go of the heart she had just lifted in an instant. At the same time, as he unbuttoned his pajamas, he looked at Kylelius with meaningful eyes, making his third leg stand up for a moment.

Seeing such a scene, Kylelius naturally couldn't hold back, showed a wild laugh, and viciously laid out the two nuns on the couch who were waiting for his punishment. Then, in the midst of the two nuns' reserved or wild moaning and laughter, the three bodies rolled together on the not-so-large couch. (To be continued......)