Chapter 146: Lanqi committed a sin
In a dim bedroom on the second floor of the castle, antiquity and luxury blend together, tranquility and solemnity coexist, and the lights are not turned on.
The murals decorating the walls of this bedroom depict scenes from the Horning Empire, and the deep wood-grain walls and ceiling exude a strong historical flavor.
On one side of the bedroom, the curtains beside the huge glass window were half open. Outside the window, the castle courtyard and the mountains and forests farther away were still hidden in the darkness. Only the faint moonlight shone in through the window, illuminating every corner of the room.
In the middle is a spacious four-poster bed. The carved solid wood frame and the pure white sheets and quilt covers on the soft mattress look both gorgeous and comfortable. At the head of the bed, two huge feather pillows lie there quietly, as if inviting the guests to fall into a sweet dream.
This bedroom not only evokes the history and stories of the castle, but also provides guests with a comfortable and private space where they can enjoy a quiet evening and relax.
It’s just… that’s not the atmosphere.
Next to the four-poster bed, an iron chain was firmly locked to a dark oak high-backed chair. A petite girl was unconscious, her long hair scattered on her shoulders, her skin was as pale as paper, and her slender fingers hung limply on both sides of the chair.
Her body was also tied firmly to the chair with several iron chains, and the shackles were like a cold and hard snake, tightly wrapped around her ankles, making it impossible for her to escape.
The little priestess among the three girls of the Cretan Empire is also another traitor besides the Saint of Destruction. She is now unconscious and looks as petite and pitiful as she usually does in disguise, making it hard to imagine that she is a vicious resurrection cultist.
It's as if his acting skills have been ingrained into his bones.
Various physical and magical restrictions were placed on her body. Although she could now activate the power of the vampire once, her own attack attributes were too weak and her threat was extremely low.
I don’t know how long this silence lasted.
In the dark bedroom, the creaking sound of a wooden door pierced the silence, and the chill of the cliff in the late autumn night poured in.
The door slowly opened, and a tall male figure appeared at the door. His straight figure cast a long shadow in the dim moonlight.
He was carrying an iron bucket full of water in his hand and walked slowly into the room. Every step was heavy and clear, accompanied by the sound of metal armor clinking against each other.
He walked to the unconscious girl, and without any hesitation, he poured the bucket in his hand, and the cold water instantly hit the girl.
"ah!"
Water splashed everywhere, and the body of the priestess of the Church of Resurrection trembled violently. Accompanied by a cough, a pair of blue eyes flashed in fear.
She struggled hard instinctively, but the tight iron chains bound her tightly, making her unable to move.
“You guys…!”
The priestess of the Church of Resurrection was about to shout, but her words stopped when she saw the figure of the paladin clearly.
The paladin stood there, watching her reaction with cold and cruel eyes, without any mercy or hesitation, as if he had become a different person, causing the priestess to feel a strong chill in her heart.
In the morning... and in the afternoon... this paladin doesn't seem to be like this...
At this moment in the dim room, she, tied to the chair, seemed to have become the focus of all fear.
The gorgeous furniture and decorations began to seem oppressive, making her feel lonely.
After a few seconds, the door was pushed open again, and the heavy wooden door creaked.
When the executioner came in, his hands were covered with thick cotton and linen gloves, and the priest was holding an old cloth mop.
Their eyes were equally frighteningly cold.
Their skilled and calm expressions made them look like they were preparing for a garbage cleanup job.
Strange scenes came into view one after another, making the atmosphere suddenly become more tense and gloomy.
"What are you going to do?"
The priestess' legs trembled weakly, and she felt that there was something wrong with these three people! But the paladin ignored her shouting and placed the iron bucket next to the priestess' chair.
The executioner didn't even look at her.
A roll of medical knives wrapped in sheepskin was spread out on the table. They were originally stored in the castle.
"You might bleed a lot, but that bucket should be able to hold it."
The executioner picked up one of the lancets, stared at the thin light reflected from the tip of the blade, and explained indifferently.
The priestess' pupils trembled violently, and she subconsciously looked at the iron barrel under her feet.
Her face was as pale as paper and beads of sweat appeared on her forehead. After just one glance at the seemingly bottomless iron barrel, she didn't dare to think any further.
Compared to the daytime, these three were like three different people. Compared to the usually gentle and resolute followers of the Church of the Goddess of Fate, they were more like evil creatures disguised as fake clergymen!
"You...are you really clergymen of the Church of the Goddess of Destiny?"
The priestess of the Church of Resurrection's lips and teeth trembled.
"Praise the goddess!"
All three of them showed terrible smiles on their faces, turned to look at her, and said in unison.
“You, you guys…Aaaaaa——!!!”
…
In bedroom number 201 on the other side of the second floor.
Soon screams were heard from next door.
With a burst of brisk steps, the poet of great love trotted over happily with his arms open.
“Done!”
The great poet had a smug look on his face and patted Lanqi's shoulder lightly and quickly, as if to take credit.
"From now on, the task of reforming bad students will be handed over to you, Director Lan Fu of the Political Education Department."
Lanqi praised with a smile.
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
He felt that his school team was more complete.
When everything is ready, we will make Purgatory Corridor Academy great again.
At that time, he will once again serve as the principal in the present world.
“Hoohoo!”
The poet of great love put his hands on his hips and nodded.
"My dear poet, where on earth did you learn this?"
Hyperion looked at the Great Love Poet in disbelief.
Sometimes I feel that the poet Da Ai is pretty good, and sometimes I feel that she is really evil.
Just listening to the heart-wrenching and desperate screams of the priestess of the Resurrection Church next door, Hyperion wanted to cover her ears and bury her head, pretending not to hear.
My merits seemed to be deducted by the second! This trip to the shadow world was over, and I would never dare to go to the temple to worship the goddess again.
"Shouldn't this be something you can do naturally? Hyperion, you are truly a disgrace to the demon race!"
The great poet looked at Hyperion, narrowed his left eye with disdain, and criticized Hyperion in a harsh tone.
“…”
Hyperion was speechless for a moment.
Although the Great Love Poet seemed to be criticizing her, it was the first time that Hyperion heard a demon say that she was a shame to the demon race, and she felt very happy.
She quickly confessed to the goddess in her heart. She must have been feeling very heavy at this time!
And Hyperion was very curious why the Great Love Poet had such high intelligence and ability to act independently, just like a real living being.
If no one hadn't seen Lanqi summon the Great Love Poet through the magic card, no one would have realized that the Great Love Poet was actually a summoned creature. Even the vampire envoy who came to the Demon Academy for inspection from the Shadow World last time couldn't tell.
"Okay, Secretary Hyperion, it's time for us to have a good chat with this noble lady from the Cremorne Empire."
Lanqi's voice at the side made Hyperion concentrate quickly and sit up straight in the chair.
At the same time, sitting opposite them was the mage noble girl from the Krelian Empire.
The team of three girls from the Cretan Empire, the female knight Destruction Saint is already dead, another Resurrectionist priestess is being tortured next door, and the last one, and the only one who is not a Resurrectionist, is the noble female mage in front of Lanqi and Hyperion.
She was in a depressed state, leaning back in her chair, with her head slightly tilted, letting her brown hair fall beside her cheeks, as if the light in her eyes had lost its luster.
There was no intention to speak actively, nor was there any intention to resist.
Anyway, everything will be over in five hours.
Everyone will die at the hands of the vampires.
Like her Kremer Empire, no one can save it.
Recommend this book~ (End of this chapter)