The Path of Ascension to the Priest

The original magnificent banquet hall was decorated in a simple and elegant way, and the gold ornaments were replaced with porcelain. The beautiful girls who usually competed for beauty are now low-key and elegant, and they are embracing and cuddling on the dance floor, which is a little less exciting. /Love, a little more reserved.

A gorgeous figure that was not at all low-key and elegant hurriedly entered the banquet hall from the entrance. She looked around in a panic, and when she saw a knight guarding the balcony, she held up her skirt and strode over there.

On the way, many nobles who came to ask why the blond priest didn't come were rejected.

Anna hurried past the knight, looking at Lucille who was leaning on the balcony and playing with the glass, she stopped and said cautiously: "Grace is gone."

Lucille glanced up at her and whispered, "I know."

Anna looked at her in surprise, "You know?" Her men just lost track of her, how did Lucille know?

Lucille put the glass aside casually, turned around and looked at the dark night through the window, and said calmly: "She is heading towards Bill's Empire."

Anna frowned, raised her hand to make a gesture, and asked tentatively, "Do you want to take her back?"

Her family traced back to her grandfather's generation and began to follow Lucille, and she had been in contact with Lucille since she was a child, knowing that her true identity was a vampire, and she also knew that she could live without sucking blood.

However, Anna didn't want to see Lucille live in such pain. If the blond priest could rescue Lucille from the lonely darkness, then she would do whatever it takes to keep him in Edri.

Lucille shook her head slightly, rejecting Anna's proposal. It might be easy to catch a priest, but it's not easy to catch a werewolf.

While the two were talking, a three or four-year-old boy suddenly ran over through the knight's cordon, hid behind a pillar beside him, blinked his watery eyes, and stared at them curiously.

Anna glanced down and raised her eyebrows, "Little Prince Berg."

Berg was the tenth and youngest prince of Charles II.

Berg came out and bowed obediently to them, and politely called out, "Hello, Mrs. Anna, and Marshal Lucille."

The little prince Berg looks white, tender and cute, not at all like Charles II. His soft short red hair makes him more energetic and lovable.

Anna reached out and stroked his hair, and said with a smile: "The little prince Berg is so cute."

Lucille stared down at Berg's hair, and said lightly: "Charles II was just like him when he was a child."

Overlapping the cute little boy in front of her with the fat and stupid Charles II, the smile on the corner of Anna's mouth paused, and she put her hands away resentfully, "Well, maybe the royal family is more cute when they are young."

Lucille glanced at her, without saying a word, walked over to take a strand of hair from the little prince Berg, and motioned for the knight to carry him away.

Looking at Lucille's move, Anna said with some surprise: "Are you going to hand over the king's succession to him?"

Charlie had four princesses and six princes, Berg being the youngest and last in line of succession.

However, this is Edrie, and everything is up to Lucille.

Lucille put away her hair, "Don't you think he's cute?"

Anna blinked, "So I'm going to transfer the person who protects Charles II to protect the little prince Berg?"

Lucille hummed.

"And what about Charles II?"

"Look at his luck." Lucille turned around and continued to look at the night. If she was lucky, she would sit in the king's seat for a while longer.

"What about you?" Anna looked at Lucille's back and teased with a smile, "The inheritance rights have been decided in advance, are you going to leave Eddie to find Grace?"

She didn't wait for Lucille's answer, but she didn't care. Instead, she said in a relieved tone, "If my grandfather is still alive, I must be very happy to know that you are willing to leave Eddie to go and have a look."

Lucille looked down at her hands, did she want to find Grace?

probably.

Because there was always a voice in her heart bewitching her, follow Grace to see what the fate of this werewolf priest is like?

Whether to die in despair or still wandering between the Holy See and the werewolves with a gentle and friendly smile.

Goss Empire.

In the dark night, the moon was covered by thick dark clouds, and the streets in the city could not be seen, but the flames were brightly lit in front of the ruined Holy See, and the priests in pure white robes stood in a row, holding lights in their hands. The torch made of balls illuminates the darkness for the cardinal in front.

The Goss Empire pushed again and again, but still did not dare to confront the Holy See, and finally agreed to allow the Cardinal to enter Goss to investigate the burning of the Holy See.

The charred corpses of priests and priests were carried out by the knights and placed in the open space one by one. The unpleasant smell spread in the air, making the young and beautiful archbishop wearing a scarlet cloak take a few steps back in disgust. With a hint of impatience in her eyes, she hooked her fingers behind her, signaling the priest behind her to check.

The priest frowned and walked over, lifted the white cloth to take a look, and turned his head a little bit unbearably.

"The murderer is too presumptuous, is he openly shouting at the Holy See?" A priest said angrily behind the cardinal.

The archbishop in red glanced at him, and was praised for his voice like a nightingale, but his words contained a hint of irony, "Isn't it clamoring, is it surrendering?"

The priest was choked up, and caring about her identity, he lowered his head and did not dare to reply.

"Bishop Rise." The priest who inspected the corpse came over and said solemnly: "There are many lacerations on the corpse, and it looks like a werewolf did it."

"Werewolves." Archbishop Reese's red lips curled slightly, and when the priest thought she wanted to discuss the clues seriously, she heard her casually say: "Because the werewolves are far away in Gru, do you identify them as murderers?"

The priest was taken aback for a moment, then subconsciously shook his head, "No..."

Reese raised her hand to wipe off the snowflakes that fell on the cloak, her eyes drooped slightly, she didn't care about finding the murderer at all, and said casually: "Werewolves, vampires or witches, you can say whichever looks like a murderer. "

"I just want to go back to sleep right now."

"Bishop Reese..."

Reese looked up at her, her emerald green eyes were a little dark in the darkness, she whispered two words softly, "Quiet."

The priest shut up and stepped aside.

"The Holy Son is very concerned about this matter, you'd better think about how to report it." Reese covered her mouth and yawned, then turned around and wanted to leave.

The priest who searched the ruins ran out, holding a book that had been burned but restored with the spell of light, and whispered: "The holy water and staff in the Holy See are all gone. The names and names recorded on the book are all gone." The number of bodies is the same."

Reese picked up the booklet and casually flipped through it, "Didn't you say there was one less corpse?"

The priest frowned, "It should be one less, a name on the book seems to have been destroyed in advance."

The book used by the Holy See to record personnel is engraved with the light element. Even if it is burned, the light element can restore it, but it is obvious that someone knows this, so the name is removed from the book in advance.

"So there are traitors?" Reese raised her eyebrows and said with great interest, "Very good."

She looked up at the void, pondered for a while and said, "You take someone to Edri to investigate."

The priest nodded, and then tried to ask, "Then Archbishop..."

"I'm going to Bill's Empire." Reese touched her lips and laughed softly, "Look at my sister."

Tang Qiu, who didn't know that the Bill Empire was about to usher in a red-clothed archbishop, was on his way to the Bill Empire.

Under the cover of the Senge mercenary team, Tang Qiu and Irene left Adriatic smoothly. There were only the two of them in the carriage. Ever since Irene saw Tang Qiu, the joy on her face hadn't disappeared. She Still worrying about not being able to find a suitable priest, unexpectedly Tang Qiu came to the door by himself.

Irene was sitting upright, glanced at the blond priest from time to time, moved her hands restlessly on her lap, laughed a few times, and took the initiative to provoke the topic, "You came out wearing the priest's uniform, I thought will be stopped."

Irene didn't come to the main city because she was bored. She heard that Charles II had found several priests, so she guessed that Tang Qiu was among them. It was just because she was worried about the Cavaliers, so she never had a chance to contact them. she.

Later, seeing that Tang Qiu was being watched by the Cavaliers, Irene had no choice but to give up. Who knew that fate likes to surprise people so much.

Tang Qiu, who was looking expressionlessly out of the dark window to adjust his mind, presumed he didn't hear Irene's words.

Irene didn't care about her ignorance, and said to herself: "However, there are too many women wearing priest's uniforms in the city during this period, and the guarding knights have long been used to it."

"Unexpectedly, you still abide by the creed of the Holy See." As a priest of the Holy See, changing the priest's uniform is disrespectful to the goddess of light.

Irene talked a lot, and her throat was a little dry. She licked her lips, took a peek at Tang Qiu, and said with a flattering smile, "How about we make a deal?"

Tang Qiu's heart moved, he glanced sideways at her, and finally he was willing to ask, "A deal?"

Seeing that she was interested, Irene's eyes lit up, and she said with a smile: "I know you already know my identity, but I can assure you that I am a good witch."

good witch?Tang Qiu looked Irene up and down, raised his eyebrows, "What's the good thing?"

Irene said solemnly: "I have been working hard to save the continent of Staru."

"...how many generations of witches are you?" Tang Qiu asked abruptly.

Irene was taken aback for a moment, then subconsciously replied, "Three generations."

Tang Qiu nodded, turned his head and continued to look out the window.

Irene felt that she was underestimated... She was silent for a while, then threw out her hole card, "Did you encounter a bottleneck in your practice of light spells?"

Seeing Tang Qiu looking at her in surprise, she smiled playfully, "I can help you out."

"you?"

"I know priests and the Holy See very well."

A witch knows the Holy See very well... Tang Qiu looked at her thoughtfully, assessing the credibility of her words.

Irene didn't move and let her look at her, and even added a hole card, "If you don't believe me, we have arrived at Bill's Empire, and we can solve your bottleneck first."

Tang Qiu pondered for a while with lowered eyes, thinking that he could give it a try, whether he succeeds or not, both are good, if he succeeds, everyone is happy, if he fails... At least he can know why Irene is pestering her so much, she nodded slowly, "Okay .”

If she can't practice intermediate light spells, her strength will not be able to go up to a higher level. In this different world, strength is the most important thing.

Temporarily stabilizing Tang Qiu, Irene breathed a sigh of relief. She closed her cloak and asked Tang Qiu for a ball of light to warm her hands.

The black witch practiced dark spells, and she was always afraid to avoid the light. Only Irene, an outlier, warmed up with the light ball all day long.

Tang Qiu chanted the spell, raised his hand and handed the ball of light to Irene.

Irene took it, glanced at Tang Qiu's wrist out of the corner of her eye, was taken aback for a moment, grabbed her sleeves, and pulled her sleeves away. Looking at the clearly visible bite marks on it, her expression changed slightly.

"How is this going?"

Tang Qiu frowned and withdrew his hand, rubbing his fingers against the itchy bite marks on his wrist, lowering his eyes and whispering, "... I was accidentally bitten by a cat."

Erin: "..."

"It's a blood race." Irene looked at Tang Qiu's wrist with a complicated expression, hesitating whether to change to a priest as a companion.

Tang Qiu saw Irene's entanglement, and asked calmly, "What happened to the blood race?"

"...It's very dangerous if you're a vampire. The vampire will leave a mark on the prey for them to track." Irene sat a little far away from Tang Qiu, "Besides, they like the blood of priests very much, and priests are often captured. Become a blood slave."

Irene didn't want to provoke a blood clan, because even if she was lucky enough to kill the blood clan, it would also offend the family behind her.

Tang Qiu paused and frowned, "...she should be different from the blood race you mentioned."

Lucille shouldn't have come all the way to the Bill Empire to catch her, right?After all, if he wanted to capture her as a blood slave, he would have many opportunities in Edri.

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update earlier today