Chapter 490

The original castellan received the treatment of divine punishment. His skin was peeled off and placed on a chair in the hall of the castellan's mansion. This was to be used as a warning to the successor.

Although the Vatican claimed to be a righteous existence and called themselves God's spokesperson in the human world, if they wanted to gain a foothold in this world and at least lead the righteous side of this world on the surface, other than preaching about education, it was also necessary to have a strong military support.

In fact, in this world, the dark creatures could only exist in the shadows. The mainstream of the world was still dominated by the power of humans represented by the Vatican.

Otherwise, the Blood Breeds would not have had to hide so carefully.

There were many rooms in the castellan's mansion. The old castellan was sentenced, and most of the old forces in the castellan's mansion were executed. The Vatican was cruel to the dark creatures, but they would not be polite to the corrupted humans.

Therefore, most of the rooms in the Castellan's Mansion were temporarily used by the clergy who came here. The new Castellan had already received the order from the Vatican. He just needed to go to the capital of the country to meet His Majesty the King before he could rush here to take up his post.

This was actually a process. Every time a new king or prince was crowned, the royal family of many human countries had to get the approval of the Vatican. When a new king ascended the throne, if a bishop or a priest from the Vatican was not invited to preside over the ceremony, it would be unjustifiable.

This situation was a bit like the Middle Ages in Western Europe. The Church had the power of God and absolute power in the secular world. At least, in this world, there was no Napoleon who took the crown from the Pope and put it on his head.

"Creak …"

The door was pushed open, and a woman dressed as a maid walked in with a tray of food. She had been very respectful and cautious when she was carrying the food in the City Lord's Mansion, but after entering, she relaxed. After putting the food on the table, she casually sat down and began to eat.

After a while, a man dressed in a magic robe walked out from the inner room. The man had a cold expression and a touch of arrogance, but he was not angry at his maid for not waiting for the master to come and eat. He sat down and ate with her.

After the two of them finished eating, the maid did not clean up the dishes. Instead, she walked to the bed in the inner room and took out a magic wand.

"You're an elf. Can you use this magic wand to cast spells?" the man asked.

"My Elven bloodline gives me the ability to sense the natural elements around me. Now that I'm holding this wand in my hand, it only allows me to cast the spells that I've exchanged from the microstore faster and more accurately. Of course, I won't be able to cast Forbidden Spells. After all, I'm also an Elven with physical attacks."

The man and woman were none other than An Le and Nova.

However, An Le had turned into a low-level priest in the Church. This was too unbelievable, and he looked completely different from before.

An Le reached out and lifted his robe, revealing an extremely exquisite belt that was embedded with many gems.

These two items were the Natal Dharma Artifacts of the two dead Western listeners!

"Actually, I still think that the safest thing to do now is to kill the old queen. You're one of the priests in charge of the nobles of the Blood Clan anyway. You can easily do that." Nova looked at An Le worriedly.

An Le smiled with disdain in his eyes. This disdain was the attitude of a god guiding a newbie. Nova was not offended by it. On one hand, she was used to it. On the other hand, ever since she started following An Le, things had been going smoothly for her. This time, she was given this magic wand. This was the life artifact of a western veteran. Its value was immeasurable. It could not be judged by the exchange price in the microstore. This was because the life artifact would evolve along with the veteran's progress. It would undergo special changes, and its value could no longer be measured by story points.

"How did you get that magic wand?" An Le poured himself a glass of wine and took a sip. "Don't worry, it's still early. There are still about six listeners outside. They will find an opportunity to attack the old queen. All we have to do is wait and use the power of the Vatican to kill them. Then, we can get the good stuff from them. This is a profitable business. The old queen is imprisoned there anyway. We can kill her at any time."

Nova knew that she did not have the authority to make decisions, so she did not say anything.

"Tidy up the things here first. It's very likely that the Holy Knights of the Vatican will escort the old queen and the others back to the Vatican tonight. I'm guessing that the rest of the listeners will try to assassinate them on the way back. I've already applied to tag along. As my servant, you can tag along with me. Even a low-level priest has this privilege."

An Le reminded Nova. He adjusted his disguise in front of the mirror, then pushed the door open and walked out. While the rest of the listeners were training their Cinderella skills, An Le had already figured out the power of the Vatican in the city. He had successfully captured a priest alive and used his Mind Power to read his memories. He had even disguised himself as the priest. That was why An Le already had another identity when the Blood Tribe's banquet started.

The sudden appearance of the power of the Vatican caught him off guard. As a low-level priest, he was not qualified to know about this. Fortunately, after the power of the Vatican entered this place, they needed the support of the local branch of the Church. Naturally, An Le was recruited and assigned to watch over the old princess. It could be said that he was extremely lucky.

In fact, the two western listeners had almost succeeded in assassinating the old queen last night. As the people of the Vatican had just killed the castellan's forces and the Blood Tribe's forces, they were very tired and relaxed. They did not expect someone to break into the prison that night. If An Le had not stopped the two western listeners at the last moment, the Holy Knights and the Bishop of the Vatican would have rushed to the scene. Otherwise, the story would have ended long ago.

Nova rubbed her fingers gently on her wand. She knew that An Le's action was very risky, but …

The reward was indeed generous.

For a moment, Nova, who had always been a cautious person, began to wonder if she was being too petty with her worries.

…

"Gulp, gulp … gulp, gulp …"

After drinking to their heart's content, dozens of caravan corpses were left on the ground. They were all dried corpses.

The prince, who had drunk to his heart's content and no longer had his blood sucked by Su Bai, finally regained some color on his face. His injuries had also recovered by about sixty to seventy percent. Although he could not return to his peak state in an instant, he was much better than when he was carried on Su Bai's shoulders like a dead dog.

Su Bai rummaged through the caravan's goods and found some tobacco leaves and some paper. While the prince was busy drinking human blood to recover, Su Bai was leisurely making a cigarette. After rolling it, he lit it and took a puff.

Su Bai frowned slightly and threw the Da Bai brand cigarette on the ground. The smell was really disgusting.

The prince wiped the blood off his face and smiled as he walked toward Su Bai. After drinking blood and recovering so much from his injuries, the prince was in an exceptionally good mood.

Su Bai stood where he was and looked at him calmly.

"This feeling …" The prince stretched his back and walked over to her.

Then …

"Bang!"

The prince exerted his strength and shot up. He grabbed Su Bai's neck with one hand and pushed Su Bai dozens of meters forward to the river at an extremely fast speed. He pressed Su Bai under his body. Half of Su Bai's body was already submerged in the water.

"Don't you think it's a very risky thing to let me recover my strength?" The prince sneered at Su Bai. "Moreover, you actually want to be interested in my mother.

Do you think …

Who are you?

You're a bastard of the Blood Clan. You don't even have an inheritance. How dare you covet the noble princess of the Blood Clan? How dare you tarnish the glory of the royal family! "

The prince seemed a little hysterical. He pressed his hands against Su Bai and roared.

Su Bai still looked very calm.

"Are you really not afraid that I'll kill you?" The prince looked very uncomfortable when he saw that Su Bai was still so calm.

"First, we've tried fighting one-on-one. We've tried it twice. The first time, I held back, and it was a draw. The second time, I didn't hold back, and you were exposed by me. You were carried by me for two days like a dead dog.

"Not to mention that your strength hasn't recovered to its peak state. Even if you did, you wouldn't be my match."

The prince's chest heaved. Obviously, he knew that Su Bai was right. Even if he was at his peak state, his chances of winning against Su Bai were not high. Moreover, his injuries were not something that could be completely recovered by sucking the blood of dozens of ordinary people.

"This prince loves and hates you at the same time. If you had agreed to be my consort earlier, perhaps there wouldn't be so many problems."

"Hehe, then our heads would have been hung together on the roadside inside the city wall as an exhibition."

The prince snorted and let go of his hand. Su Bai fell into the river. Then, the prince also sat down in the river. His eyes were a little empty as he looked ahead, but he was definitely not looking at the dozens of corpses in front of him. In his eyes, those corpses were just leftovers after he had enjoyed them.

Su Bai also sat up. His body was completely drenched.

Two men, both dripping wet, were sitting by the river.

A breeze blew past.

It was a little cold.

"I know I can't trust you because you must have other intentions. But I don't know what else I can do other than trust you now. I have no other choice."

The prince said weakly.

Then, he turned his head helplessly and leaned his head on Su Bai's shoulder.

"Please tell me what I should do. I'm really lost."

"Pa!"

Su Bai slapped the back of the prince's head with one hand, pressing the prince's entire face into the mud at the bottom of the river.

Friction, friction.

"Sob sob sob …" The prince whimpered. Obviously, he was very dissatisfied with Su Bai's simple and rough treatment. It was a waste of the atmosphere he had just created.

"Can you speak normally?" Su Bai asked as he continued to press the prince's head into the mud.