When the luxurious fleet of Green Patti Harbour started to sail, a great consul who walked out of the Black Swan Lake Manor had already walked to the border of Juan County Province. He did not follow any entourage behind him, like a headless fly, walking and visiting the Saint Just Cathedral with the most religious atmosphere in the county. The cathedral was open to the public until the end of the prayer at dusk, but the inconspicuous tourist hid in the darkness of the library, sat on the ground and read a book of "The Hem of the Goddess of Destiny" written by an ancient philosopher, also known as "The Paradox of Compensation". All the gates of the church were closed, and most clergy returned to their residences to read the philosophical works of the Bible, and a few high-level priests were only

The bishops who are qualified to go to the aristocratic banquet salon outside the church talked happily. As for the bishops who are so noble that they do not need any supervision, they can certainly bring devout female believers to sleep all night in the cathedral. The founder of the Golden Balance, the 13th orthodox official badge of the Vatican, gave the greatest understanding and tolerance of such nearly open slaughter in the Vatican to the greatest extent. The church stipulates in detail various severe punishments involving physical desires, such as being verbally handed over once, and having to be confined to three years of confinement. However, the fact is that many bishops who are tempted to be sentenced to thirty years in one night.

"Saint Just's little monk, so hardworking? What book are you reading?" A pleasant voice sounded over Augustine's head, very much. Because the guy who disturbed the consul was not standing, but sitting at the top of a bookshelf, swaying his feet. Because of bent down, she was wearing a dress and exposing the beauty of her chest. It was not very fluent in the official language of the empire.

Unfortunately, Augustine ignored it because he saw an interesting argument in "The Hem of the Skirt", hoping that this young lady of the immortal species could forgive her rudeness. The lady above her head, who exudes a light and dark aura, was just a lost low-level relative, and had just become the child of a small parent. Such prey, I am afraid that only the low-level red gloves among the night watchmen will be driven to be killed by a pitiful semi-faith point. Vampire, vampire, lecch, and descendants of Judah, all

The words found in the official classics are all contemptuous names for this race, but they naively think that immortality is within their reach and they all like to regard themselves as the species of immortality, call human beings a small and fragile species of short life, simply as a source of food, and guarding the darkness of the empire for forty years, once said a very philosophical saying: This race is like a merchant entering heaven after death, like a camel passing through the eye of a needle, a shameful nouveau riche, but turns to look down on the poor and forgets his original identity.

She seemed angry at the silence of the young monk of the St. Just Church. All species were like this. Suddenly, with extra strength, it was difficult to maintain respect and pity for the weak. She jumped off the bookshelf and squatted in front of Augustine, her eyes stayed on Augustine's neck. She was just a "baby" who had not been long after her first embrace. It was impossible to smell the breath of humans like a powerful blood clan to determine whether the food was delicious. Generally speaking, the monks of the Holy See would always be more pleasing than the common people.

Her mouth is tempting. Her unfortunate parent said that the deliciousness of this natural enemy was presenting a parabola with a hole upward. The group of bishops at the bottom of the valley were favorable for the advancement of the immortal seed, but the taste was really bad and was simply disgusting. It was far less than that of ordinary monks who had not been polluted by society. In the eyes of this immortal seed, this young priest who focused on knowledge must have a good taste. Her first sucking was very precious. Since she could not challenge the taste of those great people in the Holy Seed, she had to choose a cleaner one.

Augustine waited for a long time, and saw that she was still hesitating to observe, and found it funny, and looked up and said, "My blood must not be good."

The young man from the immortal seed was stunned for a moment and said angrily: "Aren't you worried about your own destiny?"

For this reason, she deliberately opened her mouth slightly, revealing two still tender fangs, and solemnly stated: "I am an immortal seed that has eternal life! I will absorb your blood soon, poor priest, do you know how much blood humans have?! They will soon become my red wine!"

Augustine smiled and looked at the pale but beautiful face and said, "According to common sense, blood accounts for 8% of the weight of the human body, but the experienced lecch generally only screens out one-eighth of the essence, which comes from the heart and mind. For the priests, they also have the right hand holding classics and drawing gestures. So this lady of the immortals, let me take the liberty to guess that your tasting of red wine seems to be an amateur?"

She exclaimed in surprise, thoughtful, staring at Augustine with a suspicion and asked, "There is still this statement? Didn't you lie to me?"

Augustine nodded and said seriously: "I never deceive you as honest as a lady."

She was convinced, but she still curled her lips on the surface and said, "You are just a little monk from Saint Just. How could you understand the secret of our immortal seed? Are you not afraid of being dragged into the Sacramentary Department?"

She suddenly mentioned the Sacramentary Department, which was like sunshine for the blood clan, and immediately regretted it. She slapped a few times and gently slapped herself in the mouth.

Augustine did not answer this shocking question, but asked curiously: "The Gundhus family led by Prince Quinn has never arranged any level of dark lords in Juan and Lusang County. Miss, is your parents a courageous outsider?"

She deserves to be a honest lady and sighed aggrievedly: "Brave? No, she is just a fool of Sido tribe who overestimates her abilities. After saving me from the family cemetery, she said that she needed a witness and watched him kill a presiding judge of your empire, testify for him, and become the proof of his promotion to the family ear. Unfortunately, when she entered Juan County, she had not even seen the public enemy of the immortal species, and was dragged into the sun by several red gloves. Fortunately, I sneaked out to buy a bestseller at that time. He and two werewolf servants were killed together. I am very grateful to the short priest of your empire. It was his "A Reed of Thought" that saved me. If I have the chance in the future, I must express my gratitude in person!"

Augustine smiled. The Situ tribe was once the favorite pet to raise by the royal family of the White Rose Dynasty. This pet likes to raise werewolfs. It is recognized as the most unhappy among the thirteen branches of the immortal race. Even the crazy Makawimo and the ugly Luo Sefei are not ashamed to be with each other. This lady who has just been reborn is not very lucky. For young blood clan members, having a strong family backer is too important. Without enough protection, it is easy to die. Moreover, the unlucky Viscount of the Situ tribe is not generous enough. The viscount of the viscount of the viscount after sucking blood is very stingy and gives this lady a pitiful power. No surprises, let alone the sunshine, even a slightly stronger light will burn her skin.

Augustine's experience and possession of the dark servant Dimit, his understanding of the blood clan is beyond imagination. If Dimit now wants to collect a relative, he can easily get him to the Count-level immortal species after feeding him back. Feeding back is a kind of gift and reward from high to low. It is not a lecch sucking blood to make humans a terrible vampire. Moreover, his overly fragile body often cannot withstand excessive feeding and collapse and destruction on the spot. For example, Prince Dimit

Words: According to principles, children can become dukes, but it is difficult to find such a superior container, unless the family member was a great knight with excellent physique during their lifetime. Moreover, the immortal species has many rules and regulations to follow for the creation of family members. The higher the level, the more complicated it is. The white rose noble lady in front of her is really a delicate little flower that cannot withstand any wind and frost. She can travel through half of the sacred empire and live to this day. It must be that the goddess of life is napping, or busy with the male god of Olympia.

Love is entangled.

The lady seemed to have forgotten to absorb Augustine's blood. When she saw the books in his hand, she said excitedly: "The Paradox of Compensation? I have read it, Master St. Just, am I very knowledgeable?"

Augustine asked with a smile, "That question in the book: If the coin has been facing up five times in a row, is it more likely to be facing up the back for the sixth time? Miss, what is your answer?"

Miss vampire squatting beside Augustine was about to say yes for granted, but felt that there might be a trap here, so she said tentatively: "Of course, maybe, maybe... not!"

Augustine praised, “You are so knowledgeable.”

The lady was proud and did not see the irony of the Grand Consul.

Augustine stood up and put the "Hand of Destiny" which is often only seen in the philosophical eloquence of scholastic philosophy back on the bookshelf, but she did not expect that the lady muttered herself to herself and brought surprises: "If the law of the mean occurs through compensation, then the answer is of course yes, but I think that some special sacred objects have no memory, and the balance of destiny is not based on compensation, but with destruction. I once heard a conversation between my father and a monk Domingo, and my father asked: What was God doing before the creation of the world? The monk answered: Prepare hell for those who ask such questions. Hehe, I am skeptical about this. I think that God must have been studying my favorite pure mathematics before the creation of the world, and then the old man felt that it might be a pleasant adjustment."

She was just muttering intoxication.

In Augustine's ears, it had a unique charm. She even thought about these words for a few minutes. The great consul who originally planned to turn the lady into ashes without suffering any pain and gave up his thoughts and smiled and said, "Miss from afar, aren't you ready for a full meal? You should be hungry, right?"

She said with a bitter face: "I am really hungry, but I feel that I should continue to keep my precious first sucking. When will I meet my prince, I will give it up."

She took out a crystal bottle containing blood and said proudly: "It's enough for me to hold on for a month."

Augustine sighed that she was such a romantic sensual girl.

But an uninvited guest interrupted the warm conversation between the young human priest and the vampire lady.

He looked like a middle-aged man with a broken window, but normal humans could not guarantee that his feet would be damaged by jumping down from a window of more than ten meters. The moonlight through the church glass fell on the marble floor. His body began to twist, and his clothes were instantly broken, making a series of harsh sounds of bone collisions. Originally, he was 160 cm tall, or he became a dark creature up to two meters and weighing three hundred kilograms. The green eyes were filled with the desires of wild beasts. The inferior and inferior wolf clan could never completely control his various bloody desires, such as violence.

The rippling enemy's body, and the rushing and hot sexual invasion. It is said that the royal royal family of White Rose is accustomed to punishing political enemies to throw him or her into the cage where the low-level werewolf is located. In this regard, it does not mind whether the other party is male or female. Moreover, out of natural hostility to the immortal species, the werewolf is most willing to penetrate the body of the female blood clan with huge things that are beyond the limit of imagination under his crotch. This scene is also the most infatuated scene of a perverted royal family of White Rose. The bloody oil paintings of werewolf fighters of the blood clan are mostly written by the private painters of White Rose.

The lady who seemed to feel the miserable fate screamed: "You didn't die in battle with your master?! Van Bass, you coward!"

The werewolf who chose to hide for selfish desires smiled and said, "When I think of Miss Russell's pure body, I can't bear to die. These days I can only hide in the smelly ditch of the underground waterway. If I can't find you, I will really go crazy. Aren't you moved by my longing for you?"

The irresponsible Miss Russell's first support instead allowed her to ignore the holy atmosphere of the Holy See Library, but the werewolf who rushed into the church was completely aroused by the fanatical beast nature.

The lady who was completely unable to compete with werewolf Van Bass in terms of strength subconsciously stood in front of Augustine. She subconsciously thought that this hard-working human priest needed protection more than herself, and did not want him to be affected by the misfortune caused by herself.

But the priest's words almost made Miss Russell, who had always been optimistic, cry: "Two powerful masters of the night, can I leave your battlefield?"

The werewolf on the verge of storm said in a low voice: "You don't want to appreciate my 'porn' for Miss Russell. This is a scene that only the White Rose Royal Family was lucky enough to see. However, then, as the price of watching the performance, I will eat your head, limbs, torso, tsk, and human brains, which is really sweet spring."

Augustine chuckled and said, "Does Tacitus's toys have such literary cultivation?"

Tap Miss Russell lightly.

Augustine, who had never been very patient with heresy, asked, "Have you heard of the werewolf Berkeley?"

When the young priest asked, werewolf Van Bass was shocked to find that he could not move. To be precise, he was like a puppet. He lifted his left claw, inserted it into his abdomen, took out a string of intestines, stuffed it into his mouth, and began to chew, and it was extremely crisp in the ethereal church library.

Berkeley.

A irritable man who defeated Prince Tacitus's immortal species and violated countless powerful werewolfs of Tacitus. He was Van Bass' idol. Unfortunately, Berkeley, who was invincible in his mind, died in the Battle of Kepler's gallows. He heard that he was driven by a human butcher wearing red gloves, swallowed himself with shamanism, and finally left a head.

The werewolf whose mouth was stuffed with his body parts wailed in pain: "You are Augustine, Kepler's gallows founder!"

The space of the library is frozen by arcane, and the outside world will not realize the wonderful one-man show here.

Augustine snapped her fingers and smiled, "Bingo!"

It doesn't take too long, and the feast ends.

Augustine used a small gathering of flame elements to destroy a human wolf head and a pool of blood. She took out a Holy Book from the bookshelf and placed it on the hand of the lady of the Immortal Seed. She squatted down and reached out to pat Miss Russell's beautiful cheek. When she woke up slowly, she explained: "The werewolf was too careless and attracted the pursuit of the church knights. You are lucky. This classic covers up your noble aura as the Immortal Seed. In addition, I explained to a bishop that you are just a noble lady who reads selflessly in the ocean of knowledge. They did not doubt your identity, but I think it would be better for you to leave Saint Just earlier, otherwise you will be exposed tomorrow."

Miss Russell, who was confused, resentful, "I can only stay in St. Just. The outside world is too dangerous, with disgusting Van Bass and the ghosts of the Night Watch."

Augustine smiled and said, "How can you find your prince in one month if you only stay in St. Just?"

She said in a disgusting way: "How do I know?"

Augustine suggested: "I happen to go to a place that is safer."

She bulged her cheeks and said angrily: "I don't believe in a coward who lets go of a lady and just wants to escape from the battlefield!"

Augustine protested: "Don't forget, I just helped you hide your identity, or you would now become a gift to the Night Watcher in St. Just Cathedral."

The lady with lingering fear was thinking very seriously.

In the end, she felt it was wise to leave Saint Just with a cowardly priest to a so-called safer place. Anyway, she couldn't meet the prince here, so she might have good luck when she went out for a walk.

But when she vaguely saw the golden tripod of a towering church in a forest path, she immediately regretted it. Oh my God, no matter how shallow and ignorant she knew that the most eye-catching golden sign of the Night Watch Confession Church was. She wanted to escape, but was pulled by the priest with a smile. No matter how she punched and kicked, or even used a less lady-bitten bite, she couldn't break free. Finally, she sat on the ground and cried loudly. Her prince was gone. She took advantage of the advantages of the immortal species to read one classic book after another. The ideal of the world was so dark, the goddess of fate was so partial. Miss Russell cried so loudly, regardless of whether such sadness would attract the Night Watch's God of Death. She hated the guy beside her who cheated on the lady!

What made Miss Russell stop crying was a group of horror ghosts appearing on the trail.

Six black robes and twelve red gloves.

Depending on the situation, it is still a group of high-end red gloves with great status. Any one of them is enough to kill Miss Russell countless times.

She thought desperately: "I haven't experienced it before before, so I'll be dragged into the sun that will rise tomorrow? I had known that I shouldn't have let go of the Saint Just monk beside me at that time, and I haven't had half of my relatives yet!"

Augustine comforted, “Don’t worry, those are my friends.”

She would rather believe that Van Bass has the spirit of killing the strong and helping the weak than that of those Sacramental demons would be his friends.

Augustine walked over, patted the shoulder of the strong man in the leader, and said a few words Miss Russell could not hear clearly even if he raised his ears. Then the priest held her hand and walked through the forest without any obstacles, entering a rose garden with countless angel statues.

"Deputy Presiding Judge, who is this kid?" asked a young red glove who had just entered the Night Watcher's headquarters in a strange way, not realizing that their presiding Judge's body was as stiff as an iron plate.

Along with the deputy presiding judge, several old men with red gloves were stiff, and their faces were twitching.

The deputy presiding judge named Albert is a powerful knight with the title of Dragon Spear. He has entered the Vigil for more than 20 years and has participated in countless bloody battles with him. He has watched many comrades leave and helped many red glove rookies to the position. Because Albert, a dark giant with the Vigil, is nicknamed Albert Jr. For ordinary red gloves, the Deputy Presiding Judge is already a big figure who can look up to him. Moreover, Albert, who likes to wear a knight outfit, deserves his position. He is brave and good at fighting. He commands battles and heretics. The low casualty rate of commanding battles and heretics has always been at the Vigil.

When they hear about accepting the leadership of the deputy presiding judge, some newcomers will feel relieved. After all, the probability of survival is much greater. The chief and deputy presiding judge is the critical point of the night watchman. Going further up, he can be called a giant. Moreover, the consuls in general institutions and departments are not dark giants. Only consuls like the evil dragon Ulisse who have accumulated more than 500 faith points are the most amazing red gloves. However, it is too difficult to see such kings. In the Sacramentary Department, it is a hundred times more difficult than meeting a major heretic.

"Who is he?" Little Albert looked bitter and didn't know how to speak.

He wanted to scold people, but he didn't dare. God knew whether the revengeful butcher would smile and turn back. As a dragon spear knight who participated in the Battle of Kepler Gallops and was a leader, Albert Jr. saw with his own eyes that the butcher who earned a lot of faith points but maintained the most ordinary red gloves, killed six red gloves, more than a dozen Templars, more than a dozen Holy Spirit Hall priests, as for the dark species and those short-lived allies of the Pope Hall, there were more. At the end of the battle, Kepler formed more than two hundred tripods, and the characters nailed to it included almost all kinds of professions and warriors. Even Albert Jr. squatted aside and vomited, while the butcher with a broken robe just sat calmly under a tripod to repair a golden pocket watch.

In addition to Kepler's gallows, the senior officials of the Night Watch have received detailed information. The series of assassinations in the Titan territory, coupled with the feat of summoning a mother emperor to destroy the entire harbor, and the record of making the Titan die for the first time in ten years are all jokes from this "boy" just now.

The deputy presiding judge patted the newcomer's Red Gloves' shoulders and said in a heavy tone: "If you see this person in the future, stay away from it."

Angel Garden.

The optimistic Miss Russell immediately threw away the pessimism that should have entered the hinterland of the Nightwatcher, and began to admire the grand or exquisite angel statues, and never tire of introducing the source of each angel to the priest.

And the priest always flatters: "You are so profound."

When Miss Russell heard about the fortieth time "You are so profound", she finally met a human in the lonely garden.

It's a child sitting on a bench in a daze.

She had a pair of beautiful and rare golden eyes. She wanted to pinch the cute child's cheeks, but was pulled by the priest.

She was stopped and asked depressedly: "Why?!"

Augustine said helplessly: "He is not my friend."

Miss Russell sulked, but was still rational, remembering that this was the center of the night watchman.

The Sacramentary Department of Vatican, even the far western continent, knows its horror, not to mention the white roses that come from adjacent to the Holy Empire.

In the vision of Miss Changsheng, a guy who she thought was even more prince than the girl imagined was wearing a white robe, slender figure, and peaceful face like an angel. He was simply an Olympian god with a vague gender, and was even more handsome than the priests around him.

The child finally stopped staring at Augustine, but was asking the teacher beside him, "Friends of the Night Watch?"
To be continued...