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The black-clothed mage carried the priest back to his residence, and received countless strange glances along the way—of course, these glances were irrelevant to Chris, and no one else could see his appearance anyway.

Yannick looked extremely tired. There were two traces of light blue under the closed eyelashes. His long silver hair was swaying on the snow-white bedding. The priest's robe was still neatly worn on his body, even the buttons were fastened. That's all. Sleeping quietly, there is also a thrilling abstinence beauty.

Chris stared at someone's sleeping face for a long time, then turned around and took out a roll of books, leaning against the bedside and reading.

There was an inappropriate knock on the door.

Chris was a little displeased. He looked at the priest who was still in his dream, and saw that he hadn't been woken up, so he said, "Come in."

"Your Excellency Chris!"

Ryan silenced his voice under the cold eyes of the mage in black. He glanced at the person on the bed, feeling a little disdainful in his heart, and still had to lower his voice: "Master Tines would like to invite you to come over."

"If it's about the aftermath, you can ask Fandelini Gabila, he is the envoy sent by the imperial capital." The latest academic black mage has no interest in interfering in La Serena's political affairs.

"No, you misunderstood. The city lord of Thinas said that he wanted to discuss with you about the improvement of the magic potion. It is said that His Excellency Mudd Fan brought the improved potion of His Excellency Anastasia, the holy saint, which can delay the onset of the Black Death patient. Time, mild illness, I heard that it can be effectively contained, but the number is rare, so I hope you can help to research a quantitative method."

The mage in black frowned, but still stood up.

Seeing this, Ryan also breathed a sigh of relief.

To be honest, he has never dealt with Chris before. The rumors he often hears are that this excellency is eccentric, difficult to get along with, and has been immersed in unknown research for many years. He is rarely seen.If it weren't for this encounter in La Serena, Ryan wouldn't even know that His Excellency Chris is still a mage.

As a matter of course, due to Chris' identity and the appearance of the priest, he completely regarded the latter as the former's vassal or plaything.After all, when a mage and a priest walk together, it is difficult for people to think of the word friend, and the weak priest does not seem to have the ability to survive independently.

What surprised people was that the object of respect that made everyone in La Serena show joy and hope was not Master Fan who could only fight on the front line, but this one who could only confuse everyone with his face The priest -- Ryan will not admit that he, who has always been narcissistic, is unhappy because he sees someone who looks better than him and is more popular than him!

The dark mentality of not being able to complain to others made Baron Lane forceful. The scene of the priest lying on the bed who had just been raped and ruined: Maybe he is awake now, just pretending to close his eyes to eavesdrop on their speech, crying silently in his heart to play himself Don't be abandoned by Lord Chris or anything!

"Why don't you leave?" The mage in black said in a bad voice.

"Ah!" Brain Tonic Emperor Ryan came back to his senses, a little regretful to be interrupted, but still said: "Yes, yes, Lord Chris, please follow me!"

The door opened and closed again.

The curtains moved without wind, and a black figure jumped down from the window sill with a whoosh, and rushed onto the bed quickly.

The little black cat glanced at the priest who was still sleeping, and patted it a few times with its paws.

Well, good, didn't wake up.

It majestically walked around the priest, lowered its head and sniffed slowly. After a circle, it seemed to find that the position of the other party's neck was the best, so it stopped still, lowered its head, exposed its sharp fangs, and lightly touched the priest's neck. Grind lightly, grind again, and then apply a little force.

The fangs, which were sharper than those of ordinary cats, pierced through the thin skin and penetrated deep into the blood vessels, and blood gushed out accordingly.

For a kitten, its nostrils are instantly filled with a mellow and rich taste, just like the most popular drink in palace banquets, "Gofido", no, it is even more charming than that.

It is very restrained. Although I couldn't help but took two more sips, I still reluctantly planned to stop here. Sucking too much is not a good thing. It is rare to encounter this kind of "food" that suits my heart, so I must take good care of it. long-term supply.

After licking the priest's wound a few times, the two bloody mouths that were originally the size of rice grains gradually healed, and finally disappeared. It licked its lips unsatisfactorily, and stretched out its paws, wiping its mouth consciously and gracefully.

Yannick slept deeply, but gradually there seemed to be a mosquito sitting around his neck sucking his blood. The worst thing was that the mosquito was still very big, which made his neck numb, itchy and uncomfortable.

Immediately afterwards, the mosquito went further and tried to bite his lips.

Clicking his tongue impatiently, the priest frowned and opened his eyes.

Then, one person and one cat faced each other with four eyes.

Yannick narrowed his eyes slightly, and picked up the little black cat that was playing tricks on him.

"You were licking me just now?"

"Meow~" The kitten kicked its hind legs, its eyes were moist, and its face was innocent.

"..." Yannick rubbed the center of his brows, feeling that he was even more tired after sleeping and a little dizzy.

"You should do something suitable for your profession and age, such as basking in the sun, catching mice, and molesting Tines's cat, instead of playing hooligans here."

Yannick didn't know the truth to a certain extent. In order to punish the "naughty" kitten, he shook his wrist, and the hair ball in his hand turned into a ball of parabola, hitting the clothes basket next to the bed where the dirty clothes were placed.

"Meow!" A certain cat, which claims to be a noble and elegant race, fell directly into the pile of laundry, from looking down on all beings to wrestling with clothes, struggling to the death.

"Yannick, can we come in?" Along with the knock on the door, came Sophia's voice.

Although he was still sleepy, Yannick didn't intend to lie down any more, he straightened his robe. "Please come in."

Not only Sophia came in, but also Aphra.

"Sorry, did you interrupt your rest?" Sophia took out a bag of magic crystals, "This is for His Majesty Mu Defan. When I made a request to the Lord of Tines, he happened to be there. Let me explain the purpose of my visit." Afterwards, Master Fan generously gave me a bag of green magic crystals."

Yannick nodded and smiled: "Thank you, and also thank Master Fan for me. I have been busy treating the wounded during this time. I will thank him personally in a few days."

Mu Defan is the first mage who has shown kindness to him after Chris and Aphra. Regardless of the other party's intentions, at present, this kindness is exactly what Yannick needs. There is really no need to push it out.

Sophia felt that the heat on her face was higher than before, no matter when, she felt that she could not resist the priest's smile.Of course, she also asked Aphra in private, and found that even those who did not have admiration for the priest would find it difficult to refuse any of his requests when faced with such a smile.

"You're welcome, actually, I think you've worked too hard. There are so many wounded, but you are the only priest, and those mages still can't understand you!..." Sophia paused, looking at Afra, "Sorry Afra, I'm not referring to you."

"I understand," Aphra said, "the enmity between the mage and the priest is not established in a day or two. Before that, we had misunderstood Yannick, but fortunately the misunderstanding was resolved... As for the other mages , as long as the hatred still exists, perhaps their prejudices will be difficult to eliminate."

Sophia was still unconvinced: "But Master Fan was very kind to Yannick, and even sent a magic crystal!"

Aphra said: "He is a student of His Excellency Saint Simon, and of course he has broader knowledge and mind than other mages. However, I have talked with those mages, and many of them have relatives or friends who have been persecuted by the Holy See. Or there was a conflict with the Holy See, in fact, we can't blame them too much."

Sophia: "Aphra, you also admit that Yannick is different. After all, he is just a low-level priest. What can he do about the affairs of the Holy See? You can't link the mistakes made by the Holy See with Yannick. "

Seeing the two arguing about their own affairs, Yanick smiled and comforted them: "I am indeed a member of the Holy See, which is undeniable, but I promise not to commit the crime of persecuting mages." As long as They didn't hurt me first.thought the priest.

"Hate and the inheritance of hatred from generation to generation can only lead to the ultimate destruction. Human beings should not always consume themselves in cannibalism. If Lord Mude Fan is different from other mages, I will get along well with him. I hope that the mages can be reversed." The inherent impression of priests has gradually eliminated people's hatred."

Look, who can say a bunch of nonsense so high-sounding?It was indeed his prey.

The kitten finally won the battle against the clothes. It crawled out of the clothes basket with a few messy hairs standing on end. It thought it was a high-end catwalk and walked to the feet of the priest. It rubbed affectionately. The green cat eyes But it glowed with a cold and treacherous light.

Of course, Yannick would not hear its psychological activities. If he heard it and knew what it had done to him by the way, there would probably be an extra dish in the dinner hosted by the Lord of La Serena.

"That's right." Sophia took out an invitation letter from her pocket. "The city lord of Tines asked me to hand it over to you. In order to celebrate defeating the undead army, he decided to hold a banquet and invite you to participate."

banquet?No matter which era, the banquet in the upper class has only one purpose, that is, communication, and the way to achieve it is to eat and dance, especially the latter, which is really popular with the nobles and has been prosperous for a long time.

Although this is not a palace banquet of the imperial family's level, being invited to this banquet shows that you have some status in La Serena.

But the priest didn't look honored because of this, instead he frowned: "I heard that Master Fan is tracking down the source of the undead army. Is there any result now?"

Sophia shook her head regretfully: "No, the envoys sent to Tomei Town and the Principality of Mecklen have not returned yet. I really can't figure out why there are so many undead suddenly gushing out of the dark forest, as if someone is manipulating them behind the scenes!"

Hearing the last sentence, Yannick's eyebrows jumped.

"All in all, I don't think La Serena is safe enough now, nor is it at the level of singing and dancing. Please help me pass the message to the city lord of Tines, and let him think about it!"

"Ah, this matter may not go as you wish." Sophia spread her hands, "The Lord of Tines has already sent the invitation letter to the celebrities in the city, even His Excellency Chris has received it, and the banquet will be held today. Night!"

"To be honest, Yannick, I'm worried about another thing." Aphra also seemed worried, but what she said was: "There will be many mages at the banquet, but you are the only priest. If you want If you go, you may encounter a lot of difficulties!"