Extraordinary: Start with owning the system

Holy Cross Church is located on the outskirts of Rennerton. Its scale is much smaller than St. Peter's Basilica in the French Empire, but its status is not low at all.

Except for the prayer and worship halls, the rest of the Holy Cross Church is used as a hospital-like treatment place.

The main reason is that the people of Ingray do not have much faith in the Holy Cult of Light, so the Holy Cult of Light adopts the low-level route, attracting low-level people through free medical care.

At this time, in a room in the northwest corner of the Holy Cross Church, seven or eight nuns in black and white monk uniforms came in and out. They wore thick white masks on their faces and held silver water jugs in their hands.

There are no windows in the room, but there are many lights hanging from the ceiling, making the whole room extraordinarily bright, as if it is under the sun.

Uther, the Templar Knight of the Holy Cult of Light, was lying on the bed, his whole body was almost out of shape, his face was abnormally pale, his lips were purple, his eye sockets were deeply sunken, and his hair was sticky and stuck together, making him look even more ugly. Embarrassed.

At this time, Cardinal Bowles of Manchester and a district bishop walked in.

Although experienced the suppression and revenge of the Lance family, Bowles didn't seem to be affected much.

He was wearing a red bishop's uniform, with a huge golden cross embroidered on his chest, looking extremely majestic.

"I leave it to you. Make sure to restore Uther's combat power! The God of Light needs his strength now." Bowers' voice was steady, and his tone was full of indifference. Mentioning Uther was as casual as mentioning a weapon. .

The meaning in the words is also very obvious, as long as Uther can be recovered, even if some extreme means are used, at the cost of consuming vitality.

"Yes!" The regional bishop next to him lowered his head, a trace of resistance flashed in his eyes, but he didn't dare to express his objection.

"You still have three hours, I want to see the results as soon as possible." Bowers said slowly, then turned and left.

The regional bishop came to Uther's side, lowered his voice, and said, "Master Templar, please be patient!"

After speaking, he put the cross on his chest on Uther's head, and then the nuns poured holy water into Uther's mouth.

As soon as the holy water entered, Uther's body trembled violently. If his limbs were not bound by strong iron chains, he might have been unable to control it long ago.

"Continue! Don't stop!" the regional bishop yelled at Dan coldly, his cross had already emitted wisps of white smoke, as if it had been burned by a raging fire.

A large amount of holy water continued to be poured into Uther's mouth, and after a short while, Uther's mouth opened wide, spewing out a large amount of foul-smelling dark green mucus like a fountain.

The nuns immediately began to clean up, and the slime turned into wisps of gray mist when it met the holy water.

Uther's eyes burst out with bright golden light, incomparably majestic and sacred, and there seemed to be a halo of light vaguely above his head.

"How is it possible? It turned out to be the coming of the Holy Spirit!" The regional bishop exclaimed. The nuns around him had already knelt on the ground. At this time, the sound of holy singing echoed in the room, and soon everything seemed to be painted with gold.

Uther sat up from the bed, his sanity seemed very unclear, so he looked a little dull.

The bishop of the area tentatively asked a few words before discovering that after Uther was descended by the Holy Spirit, the descent of the Holy Spirit was not completely successful due to physical reasons, and eventually became a puppet who only knew how to obey orders.

Of course, this result is what Bowles is happy to see, and even the regional bishop has no way to force it to stop it.

……

The banquet hall of Ingrey Palace was still very lively, the music of the ball was played one after another, and the male and female nobles hugged each other and danced on the dance floor.

But Wang Luo was facing the worst situation. A group of aristocratic women in their 30s surrounded him in a small living room in the corner of the banquet hall.

These women are related to the Lance family and the Rothschild family. Even Lance Emma can't bear it. Jessica was brought aside by her mother early for ideological education.

Jessica lowered her head and waved to Wang Luo apologetically, expressing that she would come over soon.

"It's amazing. You took down the most beautiful princess in Rothschild without making a sound. You should call me aunt."

"When will you marry Emma? Mrs. Judy will be very happy."

"We will be a family in the future, we must move around a lot."...

One woman is equivalent to five hundred ducks, and this group of women made Wang Luo's head swell, and the white scenery in front of him made his nose itchy, as if he would bleed in the next second.

I have to say that these noble wives are like overripe peaches, which are extraordinarily attractive. None of the wives who can appear on this occasion are ugly. The purification of blood genes from generation to generation has made them all It is beautiful and beautiful.

Wang Luo fell into the trouble of happiness, but he didn't notice the jealous and envious eyes of the men in the banquet hall.

At this time, a noble lady suddenly said: "You and Emma should already have a relationship, how do you feel?"

Lance Emma couldn't stand it anymore, her face flushed, she found an excuse and hurriedly left this group of noble ladies who were like tigers and wolves.

And this noble lady rolled her eyes, giggled, suddenly lifted the corner of her skirt, and sat directly on Wang Luo's lap, and said, "Young Duke, I should teach you some etiquette."

The aristocratic wives next to him stood up with their mouths pursed and surrounded Wang Luo. Wang Luo clearly felt that the other party's skirt was empty, and he involuntarily gasped.

Although this noble lady is no longer in her prime, her noble temperament and elegant taste make her as mellow as fine wine.

For Wang Luo, this has an indescribable allure. What's more terrible is that this noble lady's etiquette teaching is very proficient, her body is very stable, and there is hardly any shaking on her upper body. It's all covered up.

This is the unique romance of the aristocratic wives of Ingray, and it is convenient to do some ambiguous things with their lovers.

These noble ladies seem to have made an agreement with a tacit understanding, and a new person will come every 10 minutes or so.

Lance Emma and Jessica were outside, their faces flushed, and their eyes were fixed on the scene.