This is a typical Gothic architecture, exquisite and solemn.

Osia asked: "Do you want to go in and have a look?"

"Entering the church" is probably the strange and contradictory obsession of most high-level blood clans. While repelling the Holy See and Rejecting God, they regard themselves as the lost clan, while secretly jealous of the Holy See and admire God, hoping to regain God's favor one day. If they have to use one word to describe it, it can only be "interweaving love and hate".

But Osia is not one of them. Instead of placing his feelings on distant ancient legends and illusory wishes, he is more willing to grasp the present and live freely. However, this does not prevent him from understanding and supporting his companions.

Ansbilis didn't say anything, but just clenched his arm, took out his cell phone, called Mession, and asked him to prepare two flights to Beijing.

Osia was surprised: "Beijing?"

"It's the capital." Ansbilis pulled him and walked slowly.

Osia said: "Your decision was abrupt."

Ansbilis turned his head and kissed him on the cheek: "I want to give you a surprise."

Osia reached out to pinch his chin and forced him to look at him. Ansbilis's thick eyelashes concealed the emotions in his eyes, and his backlit face looked a little gloomy. "What happened?"

Ansbilis said: "I smelled annoying."

Osia lowered her head and sniffed her arm: "I'm sure I don't have the fragrance of anyone else."

Ansbilis smiled and hugged him: "Where is mine?"

Osia gave him a blank look: "Do you think you are someone else?"

Ansbilis gently bit his earlobe: "I really want to press you into my body and never separate."

Osia raised her eyebrows and turned to look at him, feeling a little nervous. After going through so many ups and downs, she finally made Ansbilis a normal version of mental illness. He didn't want to accidentally deteriorate him into a crazy version.

Ansbilis stroked his neck: "Don't worry, I will never hurt you again. Never."

Osia twisted her neck uncomfortably, and saw that Ansbilis's hand was still on his shoulder, and lowered her head and took a bite. Ansbilis took the opportunity to put his finger into his mouth and tease his tongue.

"Ph, ph!" Osia said, "Can you think about something other than love?"

Ansbilis said: "Make | Love?"

“…What’s the difference?”

"One is still brewing, and the other is already sauced, brewed."

“…”

In order to cleanse the inner world of Ansbilis's "Huangchengcheng" , Osia decided to take him to the Colosseum.

Ansbilis doesn't agree.

The two found a seat to sit down.

"We used to come here for a date," Ansbilis said.

Osia said: "It was you who made an invitation unilaterally, and I can't refuse."

"You don't like it?"

Osia was silent for a while before saying, "I will see a look similar to you."

Ansbilis whispered: "Leave a shadow for you, right?" Of course he knew how excessive he had done to Osia back then. Restricting freedom and refusing him to interact with all his friends. Even if he stared at a mural in a daze, it would cause his jealousy.

Thinking about it now, I was indeed a mentally ill reads back then. Fortunately, it was not hopeless.

"That was, I looked back," Osia said in a tangled manner, "maybe I don't like seeing your shadow from others."

"This sentence is so complicated that it is beyond my understanding."

Osia turned her head and looked at him, then turned to look ahead, shaking her knees: "You are unique."

Ansbilis hugged him excitedly, and the kiss kept falling on his face: "You made me out of control."

Osia held his hand that reached out to his belt: "This is the Colosseum."

"…Do you prefer a bat and a leopard here to turn the world?"

Osia gritted her teeth and said, "This is my favorite belt!"

“This is Italy, and there are many belts.”

The two chased and fought and tangled for a long time, but Ansbilis still failed.

After Osia recovered, Ansbilis changed his previous domineering, cold and unreasonable style and was cautious everywhere. As long as Osia showed sadness, depression, sadness, and dissatisfied eyes, he retreated without saying a word.

After coming out of the Colosseum, the two of them stood hand in hand on the side of the road without avoiding suspicion and waited for the red light.

There were few vehicles on the road, and a young man rushed out from them, carrying his backpack and striding forward.

Osia said: "He runs a red light."

Ansbilis flashed, grabbed the backpack of the young man who had already walked across the street and dragged him back.

"Bad bastard! What are you doing!" the young man struggled.

"You..." Osia felt a burning heat on his back as soon as he said a word, and a burning heat suddenly felt a burning heat on his back. He was not unfamiliar with this burning heat, the holy sword of the Holy Guardian Legion and the holy light of the senior clergy of the Holy Church. He quickly slapped the young man away and hugged Ansbilis and hid in the shadows under the tree.

The young man was pushed to the ground, and his emotions quickly transitioned from confusion to anger. He stood up cursingly, not caring that the bag slid from his shoulder to his elbow, and rushed fiercely towards the direction where Ainsbilis and Osia were.

His height is about 1.85 meters, his arms are burly and powerful. His thigh muscles are tight when running, and they appear extremely strong. The running brings a strong wind and the fallen leaves are turned up. However, as soon as he ran three meters, he was taken away by someone and dragged back two steps.

"Don't get close to them, go back." The man holding him behind the head said coldly.

"Who the hell are you?" The young man who claimed to be Kong Wu was hit repeatedly and was so angry that he was so angry.

"It's wrong to say swear words." He said.

A long list of curses immediately slipped out of the young man's mouth.

The person behind him looked a little dark.

Osia lazily reminded not far away: "He just ran a red light, and we corrected it." He spoke with gloating. The young man was held in the back collar and couldn't see clearly the person standing behind him. However, he and Ansbilis saw clearly. The man was wearing the uniform of the Holy Guardian Legion, one head taller than the young man. He was about two meters and ten meters away. He was tall in front of him, like a minor reads;

Being held in your hands by such a person, tsk...

Osia prayed to Lord Cain for him.

"You are really wrong to do this." The man did not lose his temper, but let go of his hand. "Anger made you speak ill of words and look abominable, and even God disliked. If you pray, you will be ignored by God."

The young man broke free from his hands and was about to speak back, but when he saw the other person's stature, he choked and looked at Ansbilis and Osia fiercely, put his bag on his shoulders, and ran away.

Osia said: "It seems that your education is not effective."

The man turned around and said, "Please forgive me for scrutinizing your intentions and think that you will be against him."

Osia said: "Please speak well."

The man said, "I am Quentin Rizzo of the Holy Guardian Legion and was ordered to capture Ansbilis Mekavi, a member of the Nine Rebellion."

Osia hit the person beside her with her elbow: "At this time, should you shout, sir, you're wronged?"

Ansbilis said: "I'm going to trouble you to run for me and seek justice."

Osia was surprised: "Would you surrender?"

Ansbilis said: "Look at the surroundings."

Dozens of young men wearing the uniforms of the Holy Guardian Legion gathered together. The holy light shone everywhere on their bodies, and the light golden light shone on their expressionless faces, shining on the long sword in their hands. The smooth and shiny sword body reflected the light and shone back on their faces, making the holy light brighter.

However, for Osia and Ansbilis, who had seen the battle heroic posture of the Holy Guardian Legion a hundred years ago, the light on them was so dim that Osia did not find them at all at first.

Quentin's long sword pointed at Ansbilis and was ready for a hard fight.

Osia grabbed Ansbilis's ready-to-go hand and smiled friendly at Quentin: "This is a huge misunderstanding. In fact, we just solved Gordon. I didn't mean to treat us as heroes, but that's the case."

Quentin looked at them suspiciously: "Who is your priest?"

Osia Dollar: "Osia Gangro."

Quentin was puzzled. Lord Timothy asked him to bring back the blood clan who called himself "Eusia", but the photos provided were of this person who called himself "Eusia"... Which one was it?

Osia said: "I believe that after my long talk with the Pope all night, everything will be solved."

Seeing that Osia insisted on turning war into pleasant silk, Ansbilis finally cooperated: "The last time we met was too hasty, I hope we will have the opportunity to have dinner together this time."

Osia glanced at him: Are you sure the people in the Holy See are willing to have dinner with the blood clan?

Ansbilis: I pay.

Osia:...it's probably willing.

While they were flirting with each other, Quentin ended his entanglement. No matter which one it was, it was always right to take it back.
Chapter completed!