Instead of biting him, Erland pushed the person who was hugging him away. For a moment, he was the noble and reserved Duke of Cumberland.
For some reason, Lance felt uncomfortable when he saw this person in front of him.
He felt that this person shouldn't be like this. Instead, he should be the kind of wanton and lawless person. As long as he wanted something, others would give him everything he wanted and bring it to him. That was how it should be.
She would not have such a noble and reserved look with a hint of indifference.
"It's an honor to have Father Broder here today. Please." After saying this, Erland turned around and led the way. The fragrance in the air made him feel very uncomfortable.
At that moment, when he heard Zhang Heng's words, he almost bit him. Although Zhang Heng did say that, Aland wouldn't take it seriously. Even if Zhang Heng was willing to do it, so what? Could his willingness change the fact that he wanted her?
Now he just wanted to live a peaceful life. He did not want to start a war between light and darkness. Although he was not afraid, he found it troublesome.
Looking at Erland, Lance knew what he was thinking, but there was nothing he could do. He naturally knew Erland's concerns, and he could solve them.
If he said that he was willing to do it, then no one would know about it.
Not to mention having his blood sucked, as long as the person in front of him was willing, he wouldn't even mind becoming a blood slave or being embraced.
Although he had the power of light, he wasn't a devout believer. He wasn't like the people in the church who only had God and the Father in their hearts. He didn't have any faith, he only believed in himself.
"Duke of Cumberland, the person in front of you is only Lance Broder, not a priest." If he knew that his current identity would be an obstacle, he would not have chosen to enter the church.
Lance's words made Erland pause for a moment. Then he walked forward as if nothing had happened.
Anyway, he would not take anything the other party said seriously. If he did, there would be a lot of trouble!
Not long after, the two of them arrived in front of Fort Collins. After entering Fort Collins, they saw John waiting in the hall.
"Master, you're back." John stepped forward respectfully and took Erland's coat. Then he bowed to Lance who was standing behind him. "Hello, distinguished guest."
John couldn't help but tense up when he sensed the undeniable aura of light from the person in front of him. Furthermore, it wasn't hard for him to guess who this person was based on what his master had said that day.
However, why would this person appear here? Could it be that he had some bad intentions towards Master?!
Sensing the hostility of the other party, Lance didn't say anything. After returning home today, he investigated all the information about Alander. He didn't expect Alander to be a second-generation vampire. But after thinking about it carefully, although it was unexpected, it was also reasonable.
After all, the vampires of today couldn't stand under the sun at all. But what puzzled him was that there were still second-generation vampires. Didn't they say that the second-generation vampires had been killed by the third-generation vampires?
After investigating Eiland's information, he naturally knew that this man, John, was Eiland Cumberland's most loyal servant.
But now, after meeting this person, Lance had some doubts about the title of servant because he could sense the aura of Eiland on this person. Rather than calling him a servant, it would be more appropriate to call him a descendant.
So now, when John sensed the power of light from Lance, it wasn't surprising that he was so nervous.
"You're too polite." After saying this, Lance smiled Weiwei in return.
Then, he followed Erland to the sofa and sat down. He sat just opposite Erland and they could see each other as long as they raised their heads.
"Is there anything I can help you with today, Father Brode?" Looking at this person in front of him, Erland couldn't help but frown. They've only met once and clearly know that they belong to different forces. Is it really okay for him to swagger over and greet me like this?!
"No, there's nothing special. It's just that I feel like we're old friends at first sight, so I couldn't help but … visit." Lance had a perfect smile on his face, completely different from the cold style he had when they met at noon.
Is this person schizophrenic?!
And even if they felt like old friends at first sight, why would he visit in the middle of the night? Even if he knew that he was a vampire, it was still very impolite.
"Is that so? Then it's my pleasure. " Although he was about to vomit blood in his heart, Erland still had a peaceful smile on his face and even poured a glass of red wine for him.
Just like that, the two of them chatted about everything under the sun and then went upstairs to rest.
That's right, the two of them! Upstairs to rest!
Erland didn't know how a priest like him could be so thick-skinned!
Because Lance was in Fort Collins, it was really inconvenient for Erland to go out hunting, so he could only helplessly return to his room to sleep.
The next morning, before he even had breakfast, he felt that the atmosphere in the house was a little strange.
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