Don't confiscate my citizenship

While her laughter was still echoing in the air, the door was gently pushed open, and a figure with a temperament as warm as the sun appeared at the door.

Her laughter stopped abruptly, as if it had been cut off by a sharp knife.

The figure looked blurry in the dim light of the corridor, but she knew that those gentle emerald green pupils definitely did not belong to the God of Death she was expecting!

The Priestess of the Resurrection Church's eyes froze instantly, like a stone statue, her expression dull, as if she didn't understand why the person who came was not the Earl.

As Lan Qi led Hyperion into the room, the cold wind from the corridor swept in, making the Priestess shiver all over. Even if she didn't know what the situation was now, she only knew that this was a nightmare from which she could not wake up. .

Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you.

Lan Qi's voice was considerate, but it was clearly audible in this silent night.

However.

Those words pierced the priest girl's heart like a bolt of lightning, and her body trembled violently.

The softer this weird guy speaks, the more frightening he becomes.

Earl? So the earl hasn't come yet!?

Every slurred note from Priestess's restrained mouth vibrated in the air, as if announcing her despair and anxiety.

She got it.

It’s just that the time hasn’t come yet.

If she endures for a while longer, she can wait until the count comes and kills all these people!

Suddenly she burst out laughing again, that kind of laughter, crazy and desolate, making Hyperion tremble in her heart.

Hyperion moved in with tables and chairs, and quickly turned the torture room into a slightly normal-looking interrogation room.

She looked at the mottled bloodstains in the room, and could not imagine what kind of torture officers the three priests had been trained by the poet of love, as well as the mental state of the priestess at this moment.

...

Lan Qi had no intention of telling the Priestess the truth for the time being. He just remained polite and sat on the chair opposite the Priestess with a calm face. He opened the notebook in his hand and prepared to take notes.

It didn't take long.

The poet of great love wandered into the room humming a strange tune.

She looked around the Priestess, who was getting more and more crazy, and then whispered in her ear:

Is it Count Palokas you want to see?

?

Since hearing the voice of the Great Love Poet, Priestess's emotions have become sensitive and turbulent again.

A small question completely messed up her mood.

She didn't understand what the meaningful smile of the great love poet meant, but she was already enveloped in a strong sense of foreboding!

Come on, open the door.

Seeing the expression on Priestess's face, the poet smiled and shook his arms.

The next second, the door of bedroom 202 was pushed open again.

Three clergymen walked in holding the mummified Count Palokas.

Blood...Give me back...

The hoarse whisper of Count Palokas was as shrill as the evil spirits of hell.

When the three priests who were carrying him saw the Priestess, they seemed to have discovered a toy. The corners of their mouths began to grin with terrifying smiles, and even their finger joints started to move.

hey-hey……

The executioner was holding a [Blood Pressure Rescue Device], and seemed to be kindly explaining to Priestess why Count Palokas was like this, and he also seemed to want to try it on Priestess.

!!!

Priestess's heart beat like a heavy hammer, and she let out a whimpering sound. Big tears filled the corners of her eyes, and cold sweat broke out all over her body as if she had jumped into a winter lake.

Kill me! Kill me! Kill me ahhhh-!

The girl priest kept repeating one sentence in an inarticulate voice, crying hysterically as if she had suffered a nervous breakdown.

How's it going? Do you see what the count looks like clearly?

The poet of great love stood behind Priestess, bowed down, as if whispering sweetly,

Do you want the three of them to take care of you for one more night? Four days and four nights are also okay?

no, do not want!!!

The priest girl used all her strength and struggled as if torturing herself.

She should have known from the time panel in the shadow world that the count had arrived, but her mind was already confused and she couldn't even distinguish some obvious things.

But the seventh-level blood count was subdued and tortured by this group of brutal villains, which was beyond her understanding and even more unreal than a dream! !

So you only have one choice... do you want to sincerely answer Lan Qi's question, or do you want to continue to spend four days and four nights with those three people?

The beloved poet's voice was still soft, as if he wanted to lull the Priestess to sleep.

Priestess's frightened and trembling eyes widened, tears flowing under her eyelids.

Finally, with these two options as different as heaven and hell, she gave in completely.

I answer questions, I answer everything...

If I find you showing any signs of lying, I will call the three of them. Do you understand?

The poet's fingertips gently brushed along the bloodstains on the Priestess's body, causing her to feel an itchy chill that penetrated her heart.

Priestess nodded desperately.

She knew that when her emotions were amplified, any flaw or fluctuation in her performance would be obvious.

Then, the poet of great love stood behind Priestess, looked at Lan Qi and showed a proud smile, which meant that it was done.

I love the poet, except that you don't want to do housework, you are fine with everything.

Lan Qi raised his head and glanced at the way the Priestess was submissive under the influence of the beloved poet's love, and sighed.

His summons have some magical skills that other people's advanced self-aware epic summons cannot possess at all, but instead they do some simple tasks that she can't even do. She can't wait to ask Lan Qi to bring her tea. .

Fortunately, the poet is not a foodie like Thalia. She rarely eats and is very frugal. She even makes cards for herself to make money.

Well, unless you are willing to release me 24 hours a day, I can consider helping you share half of the housework.

The poet of great love stuck out his tongue at him.

I have to think about the safety of the entire school.

Lan Qi was not moved by her at all. He knew very well that the Great Love Poet could not be released at will in Icerita Academy, and his mana recovery speed was not high enough to allow the Great Love Poet to stay outside and live freely. .

I didn’t chat much with the great poet.

Lan Qi gave Priestess a little time to catch her breath.

He finally asked in a gentle tone:

It's getting late today. Let's talk briefly. I'll ask you a lot of specific things later. But as long as you answer truthfully, I promise you won't be hurt in any way, okay?

Priestess nodded desperately, as if she had been tamed.

At this moment, Lan Qi looked like the only angel in her eyes.

Although she clearly knew that the guy in front of her was the source of the most terror, she couldn't control the inexplicable strong dependence on him in her heart, as long as he could stop hurting her.

She was ready to betray the Resurrection Church to Lan Qi.

Even if she would be imprisoned in a heavy prison in the Creation Empire after returning to the present world, and would suffer unimaginable revenge and pursuit by the Resurrection Church, she no longer wanted to be Lan Qi’s enemy!

...

Lan Qi looked at her trembling with fear, not daring to meet his gaze, and was slightly worried that he had scared her.

Please tell me how I can join the Church of Resurrection.

Lan Qi just said this simply and clearly.

...?

Priestess was slightly stunned, suspecting that she heard something wrong.

At the moment when the Priestess's brain could not turn around.

Help me join the Church of Resurrection. I will rescue you when I go to the Creation Empire. You are not an abandoned son of the Church of Resurrection. I will protect you.

Lan Qi regarded her as his own student.

Her gentle words and loving eyes were trying their best to care for her who was insecure.

...!!

Priestess looked up at Ranchi in disbelief.

Suddenly, her thoughts were running wildly and she seemed to be relieved again.

Sure enough, this crazy, evil, and evil guy was just like them!

But she also couldn't imagine how far this guy would get after joining the Resurrection Church!

I think you are a malleable talent. You are full of potential and talent. You should have a bright future. You just lack good guidance.

Even if Princess Alexia and the Church of Resurrection no longer want you, I still need you. You are indispensable. You will get my support, help and my power...

Under the words of Lan Qi's spiritual master.

Priestess was still trembling, but her chaotic eyes, which were mixed with fear and relief, gradually gained a hint of fanaticism and morbid dependence.

...

Hyperion's eyes widened.

Although she had long known about Lan Qi's plan to infiltrate the Church of Resurrection.

But when she watched Lan Qi persuading Priestess, she felt that Lan Qi was committing a serious crime!