Johan Andreas stood by the window of his office, overlooking the brightly lit prison.
He was holding a glass of whiskey in his hand. He was already at the age where ordinary Europeans and Americans had to use crutches to support their big belly that was covered in fat.
Johan Andreas was a burly old man. His muscles might not be as full and energetic as a young man, but the power he contained was something that young Blood Descendants could only dream of.
Even when he was about to sleep, Johan still wore light armor. There was naturally no need to be so cautious when guarding ordinary Blood Descendants, but this was Purgatory, and the prison held the most vicious criminals. Anyone who was locked in the prison was either a traitor of the Vatican or a powerful Blood Descendant with a notorious reputation.
The Vatican was the "police" of Europe, responsible for maintaining peace in the Blood Descendants world. All the major families in Europe unanimously recognized the Vatican's position.
They had no choice but to recognize it. Although the Vatican had retreated from the stage of history and European politics, it was still the overlord in the Blood Descendants world. One emperor and two knights. Looking at the entire world, there was no other power that could maintain such a deep foundation forever. Furthermore, there were still eighteen top S-Ranks.
Johan Andreas was 70 years old this year. In the eyes of ordinary people, he should have reached the age of retirement. But in the Blood Descendants world, even though he was an old man, he was far from the time to recuperate in bed.
It was rare for Blood Descendants to lie in bed and wait for death. Many old people were still alive and kicking one day, only to suddenly know their destiny the next night and pass away peacefully.
Andreas was a Disciplinary Knight. When he was young, he made a mistake and was chased to Purgatory to become a small prison guard. After decades of hard work, he finally sat on the throne of the prison warden and became the number one in Purgatory.
Andreas was a devout believer of the Lord and dedicated his life to the Vatican. His two sons had also sacrificed their lives for the Vatican. He only had one grandson left. Johan Andreas valued this grandson very much and used his authority to arrange a position for him in Purgatory. He firmly bound his grandson to his side.
.
In the lounge that belonged to the head of the guards, the young Kule Andreas was lying on top of a blonde girl, sweating profusely as he trained his waist strength.
Youth was sweating profusely as he trained.
The screams of a woman became the only sound in the lounge.
The life of a prison guard was very boring. The huge prison trapped both the prison guards and the prisoners here. He was not allowed to drink during work, so he could only relieve his boredom with women.
Fortunately, there was no lack of call girls in the City of Satan.
Kulle's dream was to become a Knight of the Disciplinary Order and contribute to the discipline of the Church like his grandfather did when he was young. But Gu Luanpa didn't allow it.
He couldn't be a knight, and he didn't want to be a priest either. He could only be a prison guard here, relying on call girls to maintain a decent life.
Friction was a sacred word. Because of friction, humans controlled fire. Because of friction, humans mastered the ability to create humans.
Kuhler crazily attacked the girl under him at a speed of three slashes per second. As the woman trembled and screamed, he left a line of ellipses.
Kuhler put on his clothes, lit a cigar, poured himself a glass of wine, and leaned against the table to drink.
The woman lay on the single bed, her chest rising and falling violently. She had not recovered from the intense friction just now. It took her a few minutes to recover, put on shorts and stockings, and put on her coat.
"You're great!" The woman walked over, cupped Kuhler's face, and kissed him passionately.
For call girls, Luta Prison was a good place. The prison guards were all real men with good * ss. Some of them were talented and could even get married.
Moreover, the prison guards were very generous. If they served them well, a casual tip would be enough for the women to rest for more than half a month.
Knock, knock, knock!
There was a knock on the door.
Kuhler patted the woman's butt. "Break time is over. I'll call you another day."
He took out a large stack of bills from the desk drawer and stuffed them into the woman's big breasts.
The woman twisted her hips and opened the door. She met the young prison guard at the door. She gave him a flirtatious look and brushed past him.
"What's the matter?" Kuhler looked at the young prison guard. He was wearing an ordinary uniform and looked somewhat familiar. He must be the young prison guard outside.
"The surveillance room said that there's something wrong with the surveillance on your side. They asked me to come over and take a look," the young prison guard said.
"It's fine. It'll be restored soon." Kuhler nodded.
He knew that the other party was just asking as usual. He called a call girl during work. Of course, the surveillance in the lounge had to be turned off. Was he going to let the guys in the monitoring room admire the pile driver's one hundred and eight postures?
"Is there anything else?"
The young prison guard didn't leave. Instead, he stared straight at him.
"It's fine," he said.
"Then go. Why are you standing here?" Kuhler frowned.
"I don't know either. There's a voice in my head that won't let me go," the young prison guard said and closed the lounge door.
Click!
At the same time as the door closed, a translucent figure stepped out of the young prison guard's body.
Golden hair fell to her waist. Her skin was as white as milk. Her eyes were as blue as the sea. Because of the deep eyes of a western woman, they looked deep and charming.
Behind her, a pair of black wings spread out.
"Fallen Angel Peisi!"
Kuhler was so scared that his penis trembled. His expression changed drastically.
The betrayal of the Blood Knight had become the hottest topic in the Vatican. The knight who was supposed to be the most loyal to the Vatican, the leader of the Lord's defense force on earth, had betrayed the Vatican. This was a huge blow to the members of the Vatican.
The reason he betrayed the Vatican was to collude with the cult and create a Fallen Angel.
That Fallen Angel was the previous leader of the Holy Knights, Peisi.
This face, this image, it was very easy to recognize.
Kuhler didn't have time to resist. Peisi flapped her wings, and a powerful mental attack made his mind go blank. He temporarily lost consciousness.
Dong dong dong!
In the warden's office, John Andreas was old. After arranging the tasks for the night, he planned to go to sleep.
As an old man with only one grandson left, he really had no home to go to. He stayed in Purgatory all year round. This two-hundred-square-meter office was his home. Two-thirds of the area was the office, and one-third was the living area.
At this moment, there was a knock on the door.
"Come in."
John Andreas said.
The door opened, and in came his grandson, Kuhler Andreas.
"Kuhler, what's the matter?" John was a little surprised. His grandson wouldn't come to him at this time.
He was either playing with women in his lounge, or fooling around in the City of Satan after work.
His grandson had been very ambitious when he was young. His goal was to become an excellent Commandment Knight. But John didn't agree. Being a knight was the most dangerous job, and he could die at any time. Kuhler's talent was actually very average. He was the kind of person who would definitely be cannon fodder in a large-scale conflict.
So he tied him to his side. In a few years, his grandson degenerated into a second-generation heir who drank and played with women, relying on his protection to get by.
It was actually quite good.
Kuhler didn't say anything. He just looked at his grandfather.
The grandfather and grandson looked at each other for a moment, silently understanding each other.
"John, keep quiet. Don't alarm the guards outside, and don't touch the alarm. Otherwise, your grandson will die." Peisi floated out from behind Kuhler and looked at the old man with a smile. "Long time no see."
"Long time no see, Leader Peisi." John Andreas's eyes were calm. "I didn't expect you to remember a nobody like me."
"You're already so old. More than thirty years have passed. Everything outside has changed," Peisi said.
"You obviously didn't come to Purgatory to reminisce with a nobody like me," John Andreas said.
"There's something I need your help with."
"As long as you don't hurt my grandson and don't violate your principles," John said. His gaze moved away from his grandson and fell on Peisi. "You want to ask me for someone, right?"
Peisi raised her eyebrows. "You know?"
"Green Adolf." John Andreas saw her raise her eyebrows again with an unfriendly expression. He hurriedly explained, "I was originally a young Commandment Knight, and I was greatly appreciated by Leader Quinn."
Peisi sneered. "He appreciated me and sent me here to be a prison guard, where I stayed for fifty years."
"Commander Quinn Adams has assigned me a mission. He wants me to keep an eye on Green Adolf and ensure that he doesn't die in Purgatory due to any sort of accident. It was because of the old leader's help that I was able to reach my current position. "
"What else did he tell you?"
"Nothing."
Peisi stared at John Adams' face and sensed his mental fluctuations. When people lied, there would be mental fluctuations. According to psychology, you could lie to others, but you couldn't lie to yourself. If you knew you were lying, this psychological reaction would be reflected in your mental fluctuations to a certain extent.
John didn't lie unless he was a master with strong mental power.
It seemed that Quinn Adams already knew that there might be a problem with the pope and had a lot of backup plans. It wasn't necessarily to fall out with the pope, but to prepare for a rainy day.
Peisi secretly heaved a sigh of relief. The Vatican was such a place, full of talents with their own ideas and ideals, which saved them a lot of trouble.
To be safe, she didn't return Kuhler to John. "I need to take my teacher away. You're the warden, so you have the authority and ability. I know it might cause you some trouble, but you don't have a choice. "
John promised Quinn to take good care of his teacher, but he might not be willing to let him go. If his teacher escaped, he would have to bear the responsibility.
"May I ask what you're up to?" John probed.
"I want to know the truth," Peisi said.
Late at night, 11: 30 PM.
The gate of Ruta Prison opened, and the escort car drove out of the prison and disappeared into the rainy night.
The high beams were turned on, and two dense curtains of rain appeared. The raindrops hit the roof of the car, and the pitter-patter echoed in the car.
John and his granddaughter sat quietly in the car. The dim light inside the car shone on the master and disciple who had been separated for a long time. Peisi materialized, holding a knife in her hand, and trimmed Old Grimm's beard and hair.
She cried a little just now, but because she no longer had a physical body, she couldn't shed tears, so she could only sob.
The Knights Templar had three generations of leaders, and it could be said that they had a difficult life. Old Grimm was imprisoned in purgatory for fifty years. Peisi was plotted against when she was in her prime, and she was also suppressed in the Land of Extreme Negative Energy for thirty years.
The current leader, Don Hilbert, was also a traitor of the Vatican.
"Your host is that Blood Knight?"
Old Grimm shaved his beard, cut his hair short, and became a thin and handsome old man. After being imprisoned for fifty years, his cheeks were slightly sunken, and his eyes were turbid. But there was no major problem with his body.
He had never seen his student's student before, so he referred to Donder as' that Blood Knight '.
Peisi nodded.
"Teacher, what should we do now? What happened back then? Why did you attack the Pope?" Peisi asked.
m.
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
