"My lord, it's time."
On this clear morning, the wind brought in a faint fragrance of flowers from outside the window, filling the study room that was baptized by the sunlight. Gills heard this as he stood in front of the window, feeling the morning breeze and sunlight with his eyes closed. This caused the count's heart to skip a beat. When Gills turned around, he had already opened his eyes, so he saw Lanza. This man, who was even more seductive than a woman, was raising his head to look at him.
In his eyes, Gills saw his flustered face. He immediately reminded himself that as a dignified count, he must have the capacity to not be alarmed by the collapse of the heavens. The young man coughed dryly and tried his best to look deep. "What did you say, Mr. Lanza?"
"You know what I'm talking about, don't you, my lord? If you have forgotten, may I remind you here that Miss Ruola's beautiful and fragrant flower is ripe for plucking. "
Gills took a deep breath and said slowly, "Is that so? So it's already time. "
"Yes, Miss Jorah is no longer able to resist your conquest. She will be at your mercy, my lord. "
Gills walked back and forth in the study. "But I still don't think it's right, Lanza. After all, after all … "
"After all, Miss Jorah is your relative? Hehe, with all due respect, Count. If you don't do this, Miss Jorah will soon marry into the Marquis of Iron Spear's family. At that time, I don't know if you have the final say in Ark Harbor +, or if Marquis Hoey has the final say. One had to know that Earl Oban was no longer here, and it was unknown whether Iron Spear Hoey would keep his promise. But with Miss Jorah's relationship, it is an obvious fact that his influence can penetrate the Ark Board. " Lanza said sincerely, "Only by letting this marriage fail will you be able to sit firmly in this position, Count. Moreover, it was something that had to be done anyway. Rather than letting others take advantage of it, it was better for the count to do it himself. Could it be that the count is willing to let go of Miss Jorah, a beautiful flower? If it was me, I would never have been able to do it. "
Gills' nostrils buzzed and his breathing quickened.
Lanza looked at it and added, "Think about it, Count. Miss Jorah's bulging chest, the passionate valley. Her body will be a paradise for men. Are you willing to give this paradise away? If so, please bestow it to me. "
"Shut up!" Gills snorted, "You're dreaming, Lanza. Go and prepare. This matter cannot be carried out in White Castle. "
"Of course, I have already prepared a romantic place for you. There's a pretty little cottage on the bank of the Trident, and I think Mademoiselle Jorah would like it. "
Gills waved his hand and Lanza bowed and retreated. He sat down, and the sunlight in the room seemed to become a little pale. At this moment he heard a faint noise coming from outside the White Castle, and so he struck the silver bell on the table. Matt quickly came in: "Sir Earl, what can I do for you?"
"Why is it so noisy outside?" Gills asked with a frown.
Mace looked up and said, "There seems to be a Canon today, presided over by Miss Vera and Father Miro. If you find it too noisy, should I order them to cancel it? "
"No, that will make Miss Vera unhappy. Let them go." Gills waved his hand and said, "You go down. I want to be quiet."
"Yes, my lord."
Located in the center of Ark Harbor, Torrent Square was packed with people today. A high platform was being built by people, which would be used as a sermon platform for the Sacred Scripture. The Sacred Scripture was quietly spread by the black-clothed priests three days ago. Holy Maiden Vera received a revelation that she would perform miracles on the night of the full moon three days later. This time, the Sacred Scripture was of extraordinary significance, because this was the first time Vera had shown a miracle to the public. In the past, only those high-ranking officials and nobles would occasionally be lucky enough to receive the Holy Maiden's revelation.
Therefore, the people who received news of the Sacred Scripture were looking forward to it. In less than three months since Christianity entered Ark Harbor, the believers of the Church had grown at an astonishing rate. Although there were many sects in the Bailey Empire, there were also a variety of deities. But to this day, only the Holy Maiden of the Christian sect could perform true miracles. Every prophecy she made was verified. Under such circumstances, the attraction of this sect could be imagined.
Apart from a large number of believers who did not have a clear faith, even believers of other sects had withdrawn from their sects and entered the embrace of God. Ark Harbor, which originally had no sect, had more than ten thousand citizens who had become its believers after the appearance of Christianity.
As long as they could spare time for an important event like the Sacred Scripture, no believer would be unwilling to participate. As a result, before night fell, the Torrent Square was already filled with believers, and even too many people had to spread to the surrounding blocks. Nearly ten thousand people gathered, and it could be said that there was a sea of people, blocking the Torrent Square and the surrounding three blocks.
"It's really lively."
In the church carriage, Father Miro opened the curtains and said.
Vera, who was sitting opposite him, also looked out of the window and said, "The more people there are, the better it is for us, isn't it?"
"That's right. I'm afraid I'll lose control at that time."
"That's why I said that only a portion of the people are allowed to participate. As for the rest, we just need to know the news. "Vera said calmly," Don't worry, I have a sense of propriety. "
"Since you said so." Father Miro spread out his hands and said, "Then I'll listen to you."
At this moment, the carriage stopped and William's voice came from outside, "We're at the plaza, you two."
He opened the door and the priest and Vera got out of the carriage. At the sight of them, the crowd cheered. The excited people almost squeezed the Crusader Knight, who was in charge of maintaining order, to the ground. Vera raised her hand in time to signal for the people to be quiet, allowing the Knight to escape the calamity.
With William and a few Knight clearing the way, Miro and Vera stepped onto the platform. The girl nodded at the priest, indicating that the Sacred Scripture could begin. The cheers from the plaza could be heard clearly throughout Ark Harbor.
"So noisy." Ruola opened her eyes, and her eyelids seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. She struggled to get up, but her hands and feet were weak.
A wave of dizziness.
Ruola looked at the male cat not far away and smiled weakly, "I seem to be sick, wool ball."
The cat tilted its head and let out a soft cry. At this moment, the door was pushed open and Ruola heard footsteps. She barely twisted her head and saw a few figures appear in the shadows of the bedroom. Ruola said angrily, "Who are you? How dare you barge into my room!"
However, her voice was weak and did not sound imposing at all.
One of the figures stepped forward, and with the moonlight of the full moon outside the window, Ruola saw Lanza's face with a faint smile on it. Lanza bowed and said, "Dear Miss Jorah, this is a special night. Please allow me to take you to a wonderful place. There, you will have an important night of your life. "
With that, he snapped his fingers.
Two Knight in dark red armor stepped forward, and Ruola recognized Earl Rackett's Blood Wolf Knight from their symbols. She snorted and wanted to bounce up. However, the Origin Energy in her body was like a dried spring, unable to respond to her will. Ruola barely managed to prop up half of her body and fell weakly onto the bed. Lanza chuckled, "Please don't struggle, beautiful lady. You've probably forgotten how long it's been since you've danced with your saber and your spear, or can I help you remember that ever since you had this stupid cat with you, did you have less and less time to practice your swordsmanship? "
"Wool ball?" Ruola looked at the tomcat and remembered what Vera had said to her.
Sometimes, cats can bring disaster upon themselves.
"That's right, a cute wool ball." Lanza walked to the bedside, picked up the tomcat and touched its fluffy back. "I have to feed this little thing since it was born. Those things can make a person's Origin Energy dissipate and exhaust them. But if it is used once, the dosage is too high and will arouse suspicion. However, if a stupid cat eats it from a young age, then the medicinal effect is already indistinguishable from the cat's Qi and blood, and the smell it emits has the same effect. It's just that the medicinal effect takes a little longer to work, about a month or two. "
Ruola's eyes widened. "What exactly do you want?"
"No, no, it's not me. I really want you to know how willing I am to be the main character tonight. But unfortunately, the main character tonight is someone else. "Lanza waved his hand and threw the cat to the ground. He had already walked towards the door.
Ruola's head suddenly trembled, but she was knocked unconscious by the Blood Wolf Knight. The tall Knight carried her on his shoulder and strode out of the bedroom.
After an unknown period of time, Ruola felt that she had been thrown onto the bed and woke up slowly.
There was a dim yellow candlelight all around, and she saw a large bed covered with roses. She wanted to sit up, but she found that her hands were tied with a rope. The rope was tied to the screen behind the bed, making her unable to move. If it was in the past, the two ropes would not have broken with a single move of Origin Energy. But now, she was no different from an ordinary woman. Moreover, his entire body was sore and weak, and he couldn't use any strength at all.
The sound of the door opening came from the shadows in front of him, and Lanza came out under the light. He called to the shadow behind him, "My lord, it's ready. Please enjoy this delicious meal. "
Someone coughed dryly and said in a strange voice, "You can leave."
Lanza blinked at Ruola and turned to leave. His position was quickly occupied by another person. This person was completely wrapped in a burgundy robe, and his head that poked out from his high collar was wearing an ornate mask. His hands were hidden in layers of sleeves, and a hint of panic flashed through his eyes behind his mask.
Ruola saw herself in these eyes and said, "Gills, is that you?"
"No, no, I am …" The robed man suddenly sighed, "It's me."
He took off his mask, and the young count's face was reflected in Jorah's eyes. Even though the count had a beard that symbolized dignity, the expression in his eyes could not conceal his immaturity.
"Let go of me. Also, kill that Lanza!" Ruola shouted.
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