Chapter 711 I even know the color of my wife's bitter tea



To provide a safe haven for her fellow vampires, Priscilla commissioned Bishop Michaela to build a magnificent central church in the city center.

This allowed the displaced vampires to live secretly in Shulburn, and they remain undetected by humans to this day.

Thanks to their help, many hidden cult members were exposed in Shulbon.

Without exception,

These cultists were almost all expelled or completely eradicated by Priscilla.

However, no matter how thoroughly you clean it, there will always be some traces left behind, since it is impossible to completely eliminate them.

Now, Priscilla realized that the attackers who came after them this afternoon were probably a group of believers disguised as humans.

"So their target is me?"

Priscilla was slightly surprised, but upon reflection, it seemed to make sense.

Considering that she and her fellow vampires had previously eliminated this group of cultists, and given that her vampire identity had recently been exposed.

Therefore, all these events naturally led her to believe that this was a revenge operation against her.

"It is very likely that they will take action against the entire Shulbon next, and Your Lordship should be extra vigilant."

Michaela's voice came from the magic stone, making Priscilla's expression even more serious. She quickly continued to ask:

"So what should I do next?"

The magic stone now shone with a deep azure light, and Michaela's voice conveyed the instructions in a gentle yet firm tone:

"Stay calm and don't act rashly. Don't panic no matter what happens during this time."

"Remember, do not let anyone leave your residence, including recent visitors."

Although Priscilla nodded in agreement, she was filled with doubts.

Even guests in the house are not allowed to go out, not even the righteous Miss Gwen?

"Why...?"

She frowned, feeling very puzzled, and still couldn't figure out what this matter had to do with Miss Gwen.

Isn't Miss Gwen the most suitable person to help handle this?

Priscilla was unaware of Gwen's connection to the cult.

In her view, those evil believers and Miss Gwen should be irreconcilable enemies.

Miss Gwen shouldn't pass up such an opportunity to eradicate evil.

"Just make sure they don't leave the mansion, and we'll handle the rest."

Michaela's words temporarily reassured Priscilla, but she remained worried.

Suddenly, as if she had thought of something, she continued to ask:

"Then... what about the ordinary residents of Shulburn? If Shulburn is in danger, should they evacuate in advance?"

But the response she received was Michaela's indifferent voice:

No, it's not necessary.

“They are bait to lure cultists; if they leave, the cultists will become alert to something is amiss.”

This indifference to human life sent a chill down Priscilla's spine.

Is this the messenger of the gods... treating innocent lives as if they were insignificant insects?

“If there are no further questions, I will inform the church members to prepare for action, Your Lordship.”

"Remember to follow my previous instructions and do not let any guests leave."

The moment she finished speaking, the magic stone in Prissis's hand suddenly went out.

The pale blue light vanished quickly, and the room returned to its calm, dim lighting.

In the study, only Priscilla's panting could be heard.

She held the magic stone in her hand, sitting at her desk, her slightly chaotic thoughts swirling around her...

...

After the call ended, Michaela unceremoniously stuffed the magic stone back into her bountiful place.

After regaining some composure, she gave a slight bow to the man in front of her.

“I have delivered the message to your daughter as you instructed, Godfather Victor.”

Is that enough?

Viktor stood quietly, hands in his pockets, expressionless.

As Bishop Michaela bowed, a deep ditch appeared in his eyes.

He shifted his gaze slightly, then said calmly:

"That's enough."

His answer puzzled Michaela somewhat. She straightened up and asked, with a question in her mind:

"However, I have some questions."

Victor's calm gaze returned to Michaela, awaiting her next question:

"Why didn't you tell me yourself, instead of waiting for Lord Priscilla to come to me and ask, and then I would relay the message?"

The underlying meaning of his words boils down to two points.

Firstly, do you really trust that Priscilla would ask me this?

Secondly, wouldn't it be more effective to tell Priscilla directly?

Viktor's answer was direct and clear:

“The difference between me telling her directly and you relaying the message to her is completely different.”

First and foremost is a sense of crisis.

If Viktor had told her directly, Priscilla might have kept it in mind, but subconsciously she wouldn't have felt a great sense of crisis.

After all, in her heart, Victor was capable of handling any crisis.

Conversely, if Priscilla were to ask Michaela directly, it would mean that she had sensed something was amiss.

This is an answer sought only after careful consideration.

She hopes to discover and solve the current problems from the perspective of a lord.

"Therefore, she will pay close attention to this matter."

Michaela suddenly realized and nodded, but still felt that this approach was somewhat unnecessary.

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