This villain's style is crooked

Lu Cha was awakened by Miss Noble's voice, and immediately put on a serious expression: "I'm meditating."

damn thing!

Actually make a small report!

Na Lisha also explained cooperatively: "Miss An Lucha is not sleeping. She has learned something from the deeds of the God of Light, so she closed her eyes and meditated."

The noble lady crossed her arms and said with a sneer:

"Leaning your head on the chair, is this a state of meditation?"

The bishop knocked on the table to signal everyone to be quiet.

He looked at the deer tea from head to toe with a gaze similar to sizing up prey: "I just said, what did the God of Light go to the Death Forest?"

"Looking for traces of the Dark God."

Lu Cha answered unhurriedly, with sarcasm in his eyes.

In fact, the God of Light wanted to peel off his own dark side, fearing to be found out, so he hypocritically fabricated a lie.

Unexpectedly, Lu Cha answered correctly, and the noble lady was taken aback:

"Didn't you fall asleep?! How could you still hear what the bishop is talking about?!"

She waited for An Lucha to fall asleep before reporting it.

"The one who didn't listen carefully is you." Lu Cha said solemnly:

"During the baptism, half-hearted, you are disrespectful to the Bishop and the God of Light."

The noble lady panicked: "No, I've been listening carefully! It's just that I happened to see you sleeping..."

"Okay." The bishop interrupted the noble lady:

"Your mental strength is not focused enough, and you will copy the hymn ten times in a while."

"As for An Lucha, sitting in a lazy posture in the church is a blasphemy against the God of Light. After the baptism is over, you follow me to the confessional."

The noble lady, who was still a little dissatisfied, showed a gloating expression after hearing the bishop's words.

Lu Cha didn't look at her, but touched the asthma spray in his pocket and the dagger hidden in his sleeve.

Don't be afraid of getting sick with your hands!

And Na Lisha thought that Lu Cha bowed her head because she was nervous, so she comforted her in a low voice:

"Don't worry, I heard that the confession room is to kneel in front of the statue of the God of Light to review the mistakes you have made."

"My lord bishop will not embarrass you."

Lucha didn't tell the naive Narisa the speculation in her heart, but just gave her a few of the fruit candies in her pocket:

"Strawberry flavored, sweet and sour, delicious."

Na Lisha thanked her shyly and took it, making sure that Lu Cha was not nervous, she was relieved.

-

Not long after, the baptism was over.

After everyone left, the bishop took the deer tea to a room behind the church.

A small statue of the God of Light, placed against a wall.

On the ground under the statue, there is no kneeling mat.

It is a large white blanket that can accommodate three people lying flat.

Disgust rose in Lucha's eyes.

As mentioned in the original plot, the interior of the church and temple has long been decayed.

Those greedy people took advantage of the sleeping God of Light to do evil.

The temple used various names to collect money from the royal family and nobles.

The church is facing ordinary people, and few nobles come here, so they use different reasons to blaspheme the God of Light to trick the girls into the confession room, which is actually playing tricks.

as predicted.

The moment the heavy iron door of the room was locked, the bishop's eyes became obscene, but he said high-sounding words:

"When confessing to the God of Light, there should be no distracting thoughts in your heart, and you must return to the purest state of infancy."

"Now take off your clothes and imagine you are in your mother's womb."

"Move faster, otherwise the God of Light will think that you are dishonest and will never forgive you."

The bishop pretended to be stern ordering, not worried at all that Lu Cha would dare to resist.

There is a magic circle in the confessional room, which can isolate all elements and block out sound.

Once you enter here, you will become an ordinary person and cannot use magic.

The strength of girls is very weak, especially the nobles, who are usually pampered, are even more delicate, and they are no match for him as a grown man.

Besides, he is the bishop of the church. If An Lucha wants to run for the saintess, he can only choose to cooperate without being eliminated.

Don't be afraid, these girls will go out and talk nonsense.

Who would have believed that such a dirty thing would happen to the Holy Church of Light?

Seeing that Lu Cha obediently put her hands behind her back and was about to unzip her dress, the bishop swallowed obscenely and walked over calmly.

Although An Lucha has black hair and black eyes, among these noble ladies, she is the only one who looks the best.

He wanted to taste the other party yesterday, but unfortunately he didn't have the right opportunity.

Looking at the girl's fair neck, the bishop couldn't help stretching out his hand, wanting to touch it first, when suddenly the pain of being pierced by a sharp knife came from the tiger's mouth.

"what!!!"

He screamed so hard that he wanted to kick down Lucha, and withdrew his hand that had been pierced by the dagger.

Suddenly, a strong force came from his shoulder.

Lu Cha directly pushed the bishop to the ground, grabbed the dagger, and slashed upwards.

When the bishop's sleeves shattered, the flesh on his arms also burst open, exposing the bones inside.

It looked like a burst sausage, but what was sprayed was blood.

The bishop looked at him in horror, his body was trembling violently with his fleshy and bone-separated arm, and his ears were buzzing.

With a muddled brain, it was already impossible to distinguish whether it was the force that shocked the girl, or was frightened by her methods,

That soft voice is like the whisper of a devil at this moment:

"Is this the state of purity that the Bishop mentioned?"

"Let go, let me go! I'll give you the position of the saint!" The bishop hurriedly offered the condition, and found that the strength in his shoulders was a little loose.

He frantically ran towards the door, and just as he unlocked it, the back of his head hurt and he passed out on the ground.

Lucha gasped for breath, quickly took out the asthma spray in his pocket and inhaled it.

The tightness in his chest didn't ease.

Perhaps it was because he didn't have a good rest last night, the deer tea finished smoking the medicine gas in the bottle, and his heart was still beating.

Breathing with difficulty, she staggered to open the door, wanting to go back and get another bottle of asthma spray, when she was suddenly pulled into her arms.

The familiar transparent soft mask pressed against her lips.

"Miss An, suck hard."

Deer tea inhaled instinctively, but his consciousness became more and more blurred.

After his breathing stabilized, he fell into a coma.

César hugged the unconscious girl with one hand, as if he didn't see the half-dead bishop lying on the ground, and sent her back to the residence first.

-

After about ten minutes, feeling the bright elements in the air, the bishop moved his fingers and barely opened his eyes.

Finding that the door of the confession room was opened, he immediately used magic to heal his injuries, before he had time to observe the current situation.

The bishop's body was instantly wrapped in a cloud of clammy black mist, and he was forcibly lifted into the air.

The man standing in the corridor was wearing a black robe and a wide hat covering his entire face.

Wisps of black mist lingered around him.

The bishop's pupils trembled: "Dark Mage?!"

"Why do you covet my things?"

The man's voice was low and soft, as if he was muttering to himself.

The bishop just started to think about what the man meant, when the pain from his fingertips instantly made his mind go blank.

"Ahhhh!!!"

The black mist covering the bishop's body seemed to turn into cold poisonous snakes, greedily gnawing at his flesh and blood.

In seconds, the bishop's arm was half healed, leaving only bare bones.

The black mist continued to spread upwards.

César enjoyed listening, while the bishop wailed terribly.

To avoid affecting his plan, he sent Miss An back to his residence, changed his clothes, released the dark elements, and returned here.

In this way, Ms. An's suspicion of killing the bishop can be removed.

Thinking of the girl's painful illness, it wasn't because of him, César snapped his fingers lightly, and a strange arc formed on his lips.

The twisted and fluttering black mist wrapped around the bishop's bones and shattered bit by bit.

How can you take away the fun that belongs to him?

"Damn it! A dark magician broke in!"

"Here!"

The cries of believers and the sound of chaotic footsteps came from afar.

After they rushed to the corridor, César left slowly.

The bishop was also swallowed up by the black mist, leaving no bones, including the dagger that Lucha left behind.

"Start the magic circle! Start a carpet search!"

-

At the same time, inside a certain one-story house.

Lu Cha, who was lying on the bed, sat up dazedly, with a dazed look on his face.

How did she come back?

Memories before coma gradually flashed in his mind, before Lu Cha could clear his mind, a breeze came.

Realizing that someone had broken in, she quickly took out the western food knife under the pillow and stabbed the person who had fallen by the bed.