ered what the Snow Queen had just said, there were three demons in the prison.Those who could be called "Great Demon Lords" in the demon realm of that year were powerful figures, at least ranked eight...Chapter 158: Lan Qi's First Step into the Revival Church

As her laughter still echoed in the air, the door was gently pushed open, and a figure as warm as the sun appeared at the threshold. {Write here I hope the readers remember our domain name}

Her laughter was cut short, like being severed by a blade.

That figure in the dim corridor light was blurry, but she knew those gentle emerald eyes didn't belong to the grim reaper she expected!

The Revival Church's deaconess's eyes froze instantly, like a statue, her expression blank, as if she didn't understand why it wasn't the Count who arrived.

As Lancy brought Hubrilian into the room, a cold gust swept down the hallway, chilling the goddess to the bone. Even if she didn't know what was happening, she knew this was a nightmare she couldn't wake from.

"Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you."

Ranch's voice was considerate, yet clear as day in the quiet night.

However.

That phrase struck the priestess girl's heart like a bolt of lightning, causing her body to tremble violently.

This eerie fellow, the more gentle his words, the more frightening he became.

"Count So the Count hasn't arrived yet!"

Every muffled note that escaped the bonds of the goddess's mouth vibrated through the air, a proclamation of her despair and urgency.

She understood.

It's just not the right time yet.

Just a little while longer, and she would be able to wait until the earl came to kill them all!

Suddenly, she burst into laughter again, a frantic and hollow sound that sent a shiver down Huberly's spine.

Hubberly moved in the chairs and tables, quickly transforming the interrogation room from a dungeon into something that looked marginally more civilized.

She eyed the splatter of blood staining the room, struggling to imagine how three holy men could have been trained into such torturers by the beloved poet, and what state of mind the priestess was in now.

"...."

Lance wasn't planning on revealing the truth to the Goddess Officer just yet. He simply maintained his politeness, a calm expression on his face as he sat down opposite her in the chair and opened the notebook in his hand, ready to take notes.

Not long after.

The great poet hummed an oddly-tuned melody as he swayed into the room.

She circled the increasingly erratic goddess, eyeing her with growing concern, then whispered into her ear:

"Is it Count Palokas you wish to see"

""

Since hearing the voice of the great love poet, Goddess Quan's emotions became more sensitive and turbulent again.

A minor issue completely disrupted her thoughts.

She didn't understand the poet's enigmatic smile, but she was already enveloped by a strong sense of foreboding!

Let's open the doors wide for good fortune.

Seeing the expression on the goddess's face, the lovelorn poet smiled and gently waved his arms.

The next second, the door to the two-bedroom apartment was pushed open again.

Three clergymen dragged the corpse-like Count Pallock in.

"...Blood... Give it back to me..."

Count Pallock's raspy growl was as horrifying as a demon from hell.

And as the three clergymen with him beheld the priestess, their eyes gleamed like those of children upon a toy, and their lips began to curl into ghastly smiles, while even their finger joints quivered with anticipation.

"Hehehe..."

The executioner was even holding a [blood pressure monitor], as if he were kindly explaining to the goddess official why Count Palokas had become like this, and as if he were also trying it out on the goddess official.

"!!!".

The Goddess's heart pounded like a hammer, letting out a choked cry. Tears welled up in her eyes, and goosebumps erupted all over her body as if she had plunged into icy winter water.

"Kill me! Kill me! Kill me!!! "

The young priestess's voice was slurred as she repeated the same phrase over and over, crying hysterically as if on the verge of a breakdown.

"How is it Did you get a good look at the Earl"

The poet of great love stood behind the goddess official, bending down, as if whispering sweet nothings into her ear.

"Would you like them to take care of you for another night Four nights, even"

"No! Don't!!"

The priestess struggled with all her might, torturing herself.

From the time she stepped onto the stage of the shadow world, she should have known the Count had arrived. However, her mind was in turmoil, and she couldn't even discern the most obvious things.

The Seventh Order Blood Clan Count was overpowered and tortured into this state by these cruel fiends. It's beyond her comprehension, more unreal than a dream!!

So you only have one choice… Do you want to answer Lance's question honestly, or do you want to continue spending four days and four nights with those three

The great poet's voice was still soft, as if he wanted to lull the goddess into sleep.

The female officer's eyes widened in terror, her pupils trembling. Tears streamed down her eyelids.

Finally, under these options as different as heaven and hell, she completely surrendered.

"I answer questions, I answer everything..."

"If I find even a hint of lying from you, I'll call those three over, you understand"

The great poet's fingertip lightly traced the bloodstains on the goddess official's body, causing her to shiver with a strange chill that pierced her heart.

The goddess official nodded frantically.

She knows that when her emotions are amplified, any slight slip or fluctuation in her expression is immediately apparent.

Thereafter, the great love poet stood behind the goddess official and looked at Lan Chi with a triumphant smile, meaning it was done.

"Great poet, you're unwilling to do housework, but everything else is fine."

Lanche glanced at the goddess official, who was being completely subdued by the love poem of the great poet. He sighed with admiration.

His familiars have some amazing abilities that even high-level, epic summoning creatures from others wouldn't be able to possess. But on the other hand, she refuses to do even simple tasks, practically expecting Lance to come and serve her tea and water.

However, unlike Talia who was a glutton, the great poet Da Ai is not a big eater. She rarely eats in her daily life and is very frugal, even making money by creating cards for herself.

Well, unless you're willing to let me out for 24 hours, I can consider helping with half the housework.

The great love poet stuck out his tongue at him.

"I have to consider the safety of all students."

Lanche didn't budge. He knew very well that the Great Love Poet couldn't just be let loose within the Iketeria Academy, and his own magical recovery speed wasn't high enough to allow the Great Love Poet to live freely outside all the time.

There wasn't much idle chat between the poet and the man of great love.

Rance gave the goddess official a little time to catch her breath.

He finally spoke in a gentle tone and asked:

"It's getting late, so let's keep this brief. I'll ask you about the specifics later. Just answer honestly, and I promise you won't be hurt anymore, okay"

The female official nodded frantically, as if she had been tamed.

At this moment, Lanchi looks to her like the only angel.

Although she knew perfectly well that the creature before her was the most terrifying source of danger, she couldn't control the strange and powerful dependence she felt for him. All she wanted was for him to stop hurting her.

She has already prepared to betray the Resurrection Church to Ranchi.

Even if she were to return to the real world, she would be imprisoned in the Krayst Empire's heaviest prison and face unimaginable revenge and persecution from the Resurrection Church. She didn't want to become Ranchi's enemy again!

"> “……”

Lan Qi looked at her trembling with fear, not even daring to meet his gaze, and felt a slight worry that he might have scared her.

"Please tell me, how can I join the Resurrection Church"

Lance simply stated it that way, concisely and clearly.

…"

The goddess officer was slightly stunned, suspecting she had misheard something.

Before the goddess official brain could turn over.

"Help me join the Resurrection Church, and I'll get you out of the Kraydon Empire after, too. You are not an abandoned child of the Resurrection Church. I will protect you."

Lance treated her like his own student.

Her gentle words and admiring gaze were all trying to give her, who lacked a sense of security, comfort.

"......!!"

The goddess officer looked up in disbelief at Lance.

Suddenly, her thoughts raced, churning back and forth as if beginning to ease.

Indeed, this utterly mad, wicked creature is one of them!

But she also couldn't quite imagine what kind of trouble this guy would get into after joining the Resurrection Church!

I think you are a person with great potential, full of talent and destined for a bright future. All you need is good guidance.

Even if Princess Alexia, the Resurrected Church, they no longer want you, I still need you. You are indispensable, you will receive my support, help and my power...

Under the guidance of a spiritual mentor, one by one.

The Goddess still trembled, but the fear and relief in her chaotic eyes were now mixed with a touch of fanaticism and a sick dependence.

"...."

Huberly stared with wide eyes.

Although she had known about Lynch's plan to infiltrate the Resurrection Church for a long time.

But as she watched Lancelot trying to reason with the Goddess Official, she felt that Lancelot was committing a grave sin!

(The End)

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