Chapter 157: Principal Lanqi is very concerned about the students' feelings
In the sanctuary on the base floor of Lichtens Castle, Lanqi gave everyone a vivid handicraft class on "The process of making a mummy that even a three-year-old child can understand."
After asking the priest to seal the earl's blood cleanly.
Next, Lanqi began to guide everyone's work arrangements.
First, the three people from the Chamber of Commerce were responsible for making the coffin for the mummy, which could be made in the cast iron room on the fourth floor of the castle.
The clergy are responsible for the optimization of the earl.
Lanqi and the others will prepare for tomorrow's activities and catering.
We all need to stay up late and work overtime tonight, and once we finish the work we can enjoy this wonderful holiday together.
Although everyone felt a little tired after this very fulfilling day, they felt full of energy when they thought that there were still four days to play.
"Blood...Give me back my blood..."
Count Palocas' voice was hoarse and weak, like a skinny man addicted to drugs.
"So staying up late is really harmful. It makes him so miserable. Count Palocas likes to stay up late. In order to correct his bad habit, we have to stay up with him tonight. As the saying goes, it hurts others and ourselves."
Lanqi couldn't help but sigh as he looked at the mummified Count Palocas who was still trembling on the ground.
Hyperion hesitated to speak.
She always felt that Count Palocas's suffering was not entirely caused by staying up late.
"Mr. Lanqi, since vampires are immortal, they will not die even if they stay up all night. So if you encounter vampires who refuse to adjust their work and rest schedules in the future, can you let them try to stay up for ten days or half a month without sleep, so as to help them realize the importance of a good work and rest schedule?"
The young master of the Chamber of Commerce immediately began to draw inferences from what he had learned and asked Lanqi questions.
"Very correct."
Lanqi nodded with satisfaction.
As the saying goes, "Virtue has no permanent teacher, kindness is the best teacher", the young master of the Chamber of Commerce has probably realized the true meaning of winning people over with virtue.
“…”
Hyperion saw that one of them was willing to teach while the other was willing to learn.
It feels like there is one less normal person.
Originally, the young master of the Chamber of Commerce had been slacking off the entire afternoon and hadn't said much. Hyperion thought he was the one least affected by Lanqi, but she didn't expect that he was severely infected as soon as he opened his mouth.
…
The world outside the window was still in deep darkness. The castle courtyard and the mountains and forests farther away were hidden in the night, and only the moonlight illuminated their outlines.
On the second floor of Lichtens Castle is bedroom 202 where the Resurrectionists are imprisoned.
It was very quiet.
The air was filled with the heavy smell of rust and blood. The magnificent decorations, floors, and walls were all covered with splattered blood, red, brown, and black, each color representing pain at a different time.
In the center of the room, a petite girl lay unconscious on a chair, with iron locks, chains and shackles binding her body tightly, making it impossible to escape.
Her clothes looked like they had been torn by wild beasts, with tattered shoulders, and her original white priest robe had been stained almost completely in crimson.
The source of those bloodstains were nothing more than the numerous scars on her body. Each of them penetrated deep into her skin, recording unforgettable memories. They were extremely pale, as if eroded by the wind and snow in severe cold. The wound on her thigh had not yet healed, like a sick red line that would bleed at any time.
In the dead of night, a dark cloud seemed to pass by in the sky, allowing faint moonlight to shine into the bedroom and illuminate the girl's face.
The captured priestess of the Church of Resurrection had her eyes tightly closed, as if she was enduring indescribable pain and torture even in her dreams.
Suddenly, there were faint noises coming from downstairs, the slight clanging of iron chains, the creaking of wooden stair railings, and the sound of faint conversations.
These tiny sounds were like a key, slowly opening the door to her consciousness.
“…”
Her eyelids began to tremble slightly, slowly unveiling the fog of coma, and consciousness slowly emerged in the darkness, gradually becoming clearer.
She remembered that she seemed to have come to a shadow world called [The Dinner of the Temple Villains]. She was a vampire family member who had the mission of betraying and killing the challengers, and she wanted to give the other challengers the most cruel psychological and mental torture...
Then……
And then...
She didn't want to think about it anymore.
She suddenly opened her heavy eyelids as if waking up from a nightmare, and the faint moonlight shining into her pupils was extremely dazzling to her.
“…”
When her consciousness fully recovered, every detail in the room seemed so clear. She could feel the cold chains on her body and the freedom that was taken away from her, the faint sound of the wind in her ears, and the piercing pain in her body.
Those once bright blue eyes were now lifeless and filled with only deep fatigue.
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
The Ikerite Academy is a group of unimaginable beasts who are capable of doing anything.
The priestess wanted to speak, but her lungs felt as if cut by a sharp sword. Her heavy and intermittent breathing sounded like the wind blowing through sand, making a rustling sound. The trace of pain had already floated out of her body, turning into the smell of blood floating in the air.
"Damn...thing..."
Although the sounds coming out of her gagged mouth were faint and unclear, they were filled with endless resentment and permeated the dim room.
The girl's face was like a stone statue in the bleak moonlight, stiff and lifeless.
Suddenly, the silence in the room was broken by the sound of footsteps coming closer and closer from outside the door, like the sound of wind chimes coming from afar.
That was the unhurried pace of a victor, as if he was preparing to enjoy the last prey, extremely calm.
There is no doubt that the Blood Count has finally arrived.
Hearing the sound outside the door, the priestess actually raised the corners of her mouth, looked up and laughed, her laugh was like a blooming crazy flower, the laugh was shrill and empty.
She understood that her death had come, but the pain and humiliation would also end.
Even though she was still extremely afraid of the three clergymen, she now knew that they, who had tortured her for so long, were dead.
Including that damned Lanky Wilford.
She just felt refreshed!
She slowly raised her drooping head and aligned her gaze with the door, the door through which the vampire Count was about to step in.
For some reason, she couldn't feel how terrifying the vampire Count was at all.
Click.
At the last moment when the door lock made a metallic twisting sound, she did not feel any fear, but a sense of relief. As she laughed, her eyes began to moisten, tears of bitterness and relief.
But the next second.
Lanqi opened the door with the interrogation record in his hand and looked at her puzzledly.
"Girl, do you have any happy things to share with me?"
(End of this chapter)