With the help of the convent saint, or Kiara's puppet, Vincent easily brought the unlucky Prani out.

This trip to the monastery was very fruitful. Not only did I find my sister, I also brought a little witch with me.

Regardless of whether Prani is a real witch or not, Vincent has no intention of putting her here and letting the saint lock her up forever.

The pure and innocent person chosen by God, this is simply pie in the sky.

"Dear brother, my sister's puppet cannot leave here. Let's say goodbye. Don't forget to miss your sister."

The saint accompanied the group of people to the entrance of the monastery, looked at Vincent who was eager to return home, and gave gentle instructions.

"It's better to miss each other than to miss each other, and it's better not to meet again than to see each other again." Vincent replied ruthlessly, "I'm very busy, you can find someone else to play with."

The saint shook a little, and a wisp of black mist floated out from her body, falling lightly on Vincent's shoulder.

"What the hell is this?"

Vincent slapped it in disgust, but the smoke passed between his fingers and was not dissipated at all.

"Sister, I don't worry about you. I'll leave a little consciousness to accompany you. If you encounter difficulties, I can help you."

The black smoke jumped a few times and turned into the shape of a cute little fur ball, jumping around in Vincent's ears.

This enchantress seems to be relying on him. Vincent has something important to do now and he doesn't care about arguing with this little thing, so he just lets her go.

In addition, Vincent himself is not sure what problems he will encounter in the future, and he may really need to ask this clone at that time.

If Chiara didn't lie, then she would have helped her brother out as a last resort.

"Will this thing consume my magic power?" Vincent asked, "I don't want to be sucked dry by her."

"It doesn't matter. Your little daily troubles are enough for my little clone."

"What should I do with this woman?" After walking out of the door, Vincent asked Prani to take off the bell from her feet. He turned back and glanced at the lost saint, "This woman has fallen, how can she still be a saint?"

"Hehe, what can we do?" The fur ball on the shoulder giggled, "Next, she will continue to perform her duties and obey your words."

"Huh?" Vincent asked with some dissatisfaction, "Isn't it too easy for her to let her continue?"

"Why do devils worry about the church? How can they kill such people casually?" Chiara's clone lectured in a mature tone, "The more people like this, the smoother our clan's future conquests will be. I understand.

Dear brother?"

It seems that while this witch is looking for fun everywhere, she has never forgotten to find people to lead the way for the demons.

Although such a sister is absurd and perverted, she is still a role that cannot be underestimated in the family.

If I can get her support in intelligence, it should also be helpful to my career.

However, Vincent still regarded Kiara as a hopeless and perverted witch.

I'm afraid this guy has a brother-in-law plot.

Even if she is a brother-supporting demon, I'm afraid she won't be able to bear that terrifying love.

If I let this charming witch satisfy me, I'm afraid I will get cancer out of anger and die young in the end.

When he heard that the lord had returned from the monastery, Bishop Bellman, who had already been so sleepy that his eyelids were trembling, hurriedly came to greet him.

Seeing that Vincent came out with a girl dressed as a witch, the bishop couldn't help but look puzzled.

But overall, the bishop didn't make a fuss and seemed to know something about the situation.

"Lord, have you found a way to lift the curse?"

"Found it." Vincent glanced at Pulani who was hiding behind him, nodded and said, "Maybe she can give it a try."

"How can a witch who practices black magic break the curse?"

When the bishop saw that the demons recommended witches to save people, he really didn't know how to evaluate this. It was ridiculous.

"She is just a poor lost person. No one guided her and she went astray." Vincent didn't explain much, "I don't have time to explain. I want to go home. Thank you for your help."

Although he really wanted to know why there were witches in the monastery and why they were led out by demons, the bishop finally held back.

There are some complicated things that a wise person would be better off not knowing.

As long as the lord is happy and can maintain friendship with him, what does it have to do with him whether he wants to eat the witch's flesh or drink the witch's blood?

Anyway, it’s just a case of black and white.

"Remember to make her continue to repent, so that God can forgive her sins..."

The bishop taught a few words in a decent manner, and then pulled Vincent aside and asked in a low voice.

"Are you sure you can break the curse? This curse must not spread in my diocese."

Finally, the bishop couldn't help but reveal his true intention.

"Pray, maybe only God knows." Vincent looked around and did not answer directly, "No matter what, I will inform you of the result."

"Oh, this is so worrying." The bishop grabbed Vincent, "There is no need to go back, I allow you to break the curse in the sacred place."

Unfortunately, Vincent didn't want the bishop to know too much inside information, which would complicate things.

After all the hard work he had put in, if there was a chance of success, Vincent would not want to gain political achievements for the church in vain.

Of course, he would not refuse this kindness directly.

"This kind of curse is very dangerous. Improper operation may even spread and affect the clergy in the church." Vincent looked around and explained seriously, "There are no living people in my castle, and the curse cannot affect undead creatures.

, relatively safe.”

Poor Ninja Wald was directly expelled by her master.

"I have to say that this is an incomparable advantage." The bishop naturally cherished his life at his old age. He quickly recognized this point of view and nodded in prayer. "If you need it, I will give you my full support at any time."

Isn’t it possible that we can only provide all kinds of support except help?

After coming out of the monastery, Vincent no longer planned to rely on the church. Not only were these priests poor in professional skills, they were also self-righteous. The little girl would definitely die by relying on them.

It seems that the ability of the local church is not enough after all.

However, the lord cannot only think about how to take care of himself, but sometimes also needs to give some favors.

"Your Majesty, Bishop, I may make a fortune recently." Vincent lowered his voice and said to the bishop, "You know, I plan to donate a portion of it. I don't know when to donate it to the church?"

The bishop was so smart that he understood his intention in a flash of his mind.

"Lord, are you determined to deal with Luke?"

"If you don't get rid of him, do you want to see curses run rampant in the territory and have your bell tower ring the bell for the dead every day?"

The bishop felt a chill when he thought of that scene where the death knell kept ringing all day long.

At that time, not only will the people leading the country be heartbroken, but you will also be heartbroken because of your hopeless future, right?

However, when he thought about the direct conflict between the demons and the merchants, he hesitated.

"The Lord God is merciful. It is not good to kill people and bleed in the territory..."

"Hahaha, this is easy!" The lord smiled evilly, "If you turn them into inhuman things first and then kill them, doesn't it count as murder?"

"God, please protect the innocent from being affected..."

Seeing that Vincent's eyes were red, the bishop knew that the matter was irreversible.

A businessman seeks wealth and a demon seeks life. It is not difficult to choose which side to side with.

After offending this devil, he could only mourn for Luke for a second, and then consider how big his share was.

Anyway, it's the person the devil is targeting, how can I interfere?

Although the merchants had a lot of money, it could not go directly into the pockets of the church, so they might as well let the lords borrow flowers and offer them to the Buddha.

"If you are willing to testify that it is they who believe in and spread evil, the donation will be even larger. I look forward to your cooperation."

Leaving behind a friendly suggestion, Vincent left the church and rode the Nightmare Beast back to the castle.

The half-orc girl got into a carriage provided by the church and followed it back.

"Oh, it's so handsome! It's the Nightmare Beast!" Prani and Tattoo rode together, holding the Nightmare Beast's head with a face full of surprise, "It's so cool."

"Don't touch him, or you may have nightmares at night."

Seeing that the girl became very careless as soon as she came out, and she looked completely different from the one in the confession room, Vincent had no choice but to give her some advice.

Why do you act like a young boy who has never seen the big world...

"I often have nightmares." Prani raised her little face and said happily, "The teacher said that this is part of magic practice."

Was this child coaxed by witches?

“Don’t you hate the people who reported you and the church that imprisoned you?”

"Isn't it normal for witches to be reported? We are used to this kind of thing." Prani asked innocently, "Actually, the church is quite good, and you can eat there every day."

Vincent really doesn’t know how such an innocent witch survived to this day...

"What are your plans for the future?" Vincent couldn't help but ask, "Maybe I can do something for you."

"Uncle, my dream is to be a good witch and sign a contract with the most powerful devil."

Good guy, witch, devil's contract...

Good guys, how did you choose these three goals?

It’s simply an impossible triangle model!

How could such a strange and weird ideal be conceived in such a small mind? How did this brain circuit develop?
Chapter completed!