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"Sounds like you were involved too."

Yannick was not very surprised by this news. After all, the other party was a magister, and he was just a new bishop who just took office. Many people were not optimistic about him. Of course, he himself did not have much confidence.

This is not to belittle oneself, but the gap in strength lies there.

Yannick felt that even if he went all out now, it would be a little difficult to defeat a magister, unless there was a miracle, for example, a thunderbolt suddenly fell from the sky during the sparring process, killing the mage - purely daydreaming .

"Oh, you must be the person who understands me best in this world!" For some reason, Ans likes to start every sentence with an aria, which makes Yannick want to give him a big slap every time. Or the urge to throw a silence spell over. "I bet one hundred gold coins and bet you to win. See how confident I am in you!"

Yannick said expressionlessly, "I guess you only dared to bet one hundred gold coins because you were afraid that I would lose."

Ans: "..." I got it right.

He decided to say something to win back the beauty's heart. "Honey, are you nervous now? Do you want me to turn into a cat and hide on you, and take the opportunity to give him a hard blow, so that he will definitely lose. You only said to learn magic, and you didn't say that you can't bring pets played."

Yannick was too lazy to talk to him, and directly picked up the book he just brought back from the library to read.

After watching for a while, he raised his head and asked the man: "Can a magister use the 'Water God Chant'?"

The chant of the water god is the ultimate magic of the water system. This is a single-body spell. Its attack range is not as wide as that of the giant waves, but according to the magic book, this magic can drain all the water in the human body.In the world of Yannick's previous life, basically everyone knew that 70.00% of the human body is water, and the principle of the magic comes from this.Without the 70.00% water, a person will naturally become a mummy immediately.

After all, he is an old ghost who has lived for nearly a thousand years, so this question should not trouble the Duke of Blood.

"No, baby, this spell can only be used by a magician. A magister has not yet reached that level. Let me think about it. The magic level of a magister is equivalent to your red-clothed archbishop, but not as good as the red-clothed archbishop." Archbishop Yi, that is to say, he may only be a little stronger than you, as long as you are lucky enough, it is not difficult for you to win."

"You also said, you have to be lucky enough." The silver-haired bishop gave him a sideways glance, which didn't have any special meaning, but the blood duke was so teased that he almost turned into a beast again.

To be honest, he has been holding back for so long, and it's not like he hasn't found other beauties outside, but when he hugs those men or women who look good, he always feels that it's not that kind of feeling, for example, their hair is not long, Even if it is long, it is not silver, even if it is silver, it does not have the noble and ascetic temperament, even if it is satisfied, it does not have the laughing and angry style of the silver-haired priest.

This made him miss the days when he was by Yannick's side. Even if he was raped by him as a cat, it was a pleasure to be able to get along with the beauty day and night.

Your Excellency the Duke has always been a person who does whatever he wants, and will do whatever he wants, so he followed his own heart and came back to find the beauty.

It's a pity that the beauty didn't want to have fun with him, which disappointed His Excellency the Duke. Although if he wanted to, he could use coercive means to achieve his goal as before, but for some reason, the Blood Duke suddenly didn't want to do that at all up.

Maybe it was stimulated by the silver-haired priest's sentence "Why are you"?

He won't admit that in the eyes of the beauty, his status is lower than that autistic mage!

"Honey, opportunities are always reserved for those who are well-prepared." The Blood Duke lazily said, holding a glass of thick blood wine that he didn't know where he concocted, crossed his legs, and sat in a chair gracefully In fact, it was to hide the desire to harden just thinking about the amorous feelings of the silver-haired priest on the bed.

Of course, Yannick didn't notice the strangeness of the other party, and his mind was completely immersed in the challenge ten days later.

"It would be great if Chris was here. After all, he is a mage with dual systems of water and fire." Yannick was a little regretful.

"...Even if he is here, it is impossible to help you win this challenge." The Blood Duke was very unhappy.

"But he can tell me what kind of magic the water magister might use, so that I can formulate countermeasures according to the situation." The silver-haired priest said bluntly, "And you, Your Excellency the Duke, can you tell me these answers? ?”

"..." The man of the Blood Duke's self-esteem was shattered into pieces. "Who says I can't? Baby, don't forget, I'm the Duke of Blood, give me a little time, I can fully fulfill your request!"

Yannick was deeply skeptical: "Ten days will be the challenge."

"I only need one day." The Blood Duke raised his chin slightly, showing a confident smile.

In spite of Yannick's objection that night, Ans asked to sleep in the same room with Yanick, and swore to the sky that he would not do anything impure. As a result, except for the last step, the other party touched everything that should be touched, and kissed. They all kissed each other, and when Yannick woke up the next day, looking at the empty bed, he was thinking about whether to trick him into drinking the whole bottle of the potion—and what Chris had confessed at the beginning was: one drop at a time, not too much.

The Duke of Blood was unexpectedly fast. He came back that night, and he came back with a large pile of parchments, which filled the table.

Yannick frowned and opened one of the scrolls, which read:

From the age of nine, Richard Dilking had a crush on the little girl next door. Until the age of 15, the other girl got married and had children. Richard Dilking became a suitor who completely failed. Put it on the study of magic to make up for my emotionally wounded mind.

"..." Yannick was speechless. What is going on with this kind of gossip written in an extremely irresponsible tone? Could it be that he was going to tell Richard Dilkin about the little neighbor girl during the challenge and distract him to lose? drop?

"Tsk tsk, my dear, I suggest you read on." The Blood Duke said with his legs crossed.

Yannick continued to read.

At the age of 25, Richard Dilkin created the first magic theory of his own. He believed that natural magic and dark magic come from the same source, and there are many magics in dark magic that can be used for reference by natural magic. This kind of speech was banned by the Magic Guild, and Richard Dilkin also received a stern warning, but he didn't take it seriously, continued to study dark magic, and became a mage proficient in dark magic.

Yannick snorted and looked down.

Due to Richard Dilkin's talent for water magic, few people know about it, and the Magic Guild seems unwilling to lose such a talented mage, so even if Richard Dilkin's personality is his own, magic The guild also chose to cover up for him, and provided him with research funding, allowing him to continue this research.

The content of this parchment is gone here, and Yannick will turn over other parchments, but they are all what he asked for before, such as what magic Richard Dilkin usually used, and there is no mention of darkness in it magic.

Now he truly believed what the Duke of Blood said just now that the first parchment was the most valuable.

"What did you think of?" Ans smiled, taking advantage of the priest's full attention on the sheepskin scroll, put his hand on his waist, then slid in along the hem of the robe, and slowly touched it down.

By the time the silver-haired priest came back to his senses and wanted to escape, it was already too late. The originally soft desire of the lower body had been kneaded and half-hardened, and between the two thighs behind him, the burning desire of the other party was slowly rubbing there, which seemed to indicate that Follow the upcoming development.

"Honey, you don't look relieved for a long time," the Blood Duke bit his ear. "That's not good."

"I don't need you..." Yannick's words were very unconvincing. When a man's words are held in the hands of others, he basically loses control of his entire body.

The blood all over his body was divided into two halves in an instant, one half poured down, and the other half rushed to his head. As the man said, he had been abstinent for a long time, and he didn't feel it when others didn't remind him, because he had to think about many things every day, and there were also Lots of things to do, but once it's like this... the body quickly surrenders.

"Only I can give you the best. What can that autistic and withdrawn mage do? Maybe he doesn't even know how to make you happy?" Ans smiled lowly, "Although priests can't get married, but That doesn't mean you have to wrong yourself, maybe your honorable Pope often does this to himself in private, I don't know if he has a lover as skilled as me around him?"

"I heard that the Holy See is very promiscuous. It's no secret that those priests keep mistresses and male favorites." The man skillfully caressed the pouch and penis back and forth, and even reached out to weigh the pouch in a mischievous manner, and then Gently pinching and slowly rubbing it with a bit of playfulness, the priest was tortured by the waves of pleasure and had no power to fight back, so he could only lean back half softly in his arms and pant.

"Honey, tell me, when you went to meet the Pope, did the old man greet you like this, what about Archbishop Vaserich? Didn't anyone covet you for such an outstanding appearance?"

"That's none of your business... um, what's the matter!" Yannick couldn't take it anymore, the other party kept teasing, but he always stopped him when he was about to reach the climax, and continued to provoke the next wave of pleasure.

The neatly bundled silver hair is now messed up, and many hang down from the man's arms, rippling slightly with the trembling of the priest.

"Of course it's none of my business. I'm already considering whether to claim ownership of you. After all, our relationship is so close." Ans lowered his head and bit his neck, leaving red marks on his fair skin.

Although most of his reason was controlled by desire, the priest still couldn't help but let out a sneer when he heard this sentence.

"Let me remind you, Your Excellency the Duke... well, take it easy! I'm not your property. If, uh... have to, give our relationship... well... define it, I think bedmates will More suitable..."

"You are so unfeeling, my dear, is it really okay for you to hit me so brazenly while I was still holding on to your happiness for the rest of your life?" Between the legs. "Do you mind if I strip you naked now and let my achingly hard babe go inside you?"

"Of course I mind, but if you insist, I probably won't be able to resist." The priest narrowed his eyes, panting with sarcasm, "You are just as unnecessary as the big bad wolf politely asking the little sheep if you can eat him. "

The Blood Duke laughed: "Little Sheep is not like you! You are like a beautiful clouded leopard, which looks harmless, but is actually full of evil intentions, and will automatically jump into the hole you dug if you don't pay attention. "

Although he said this, he didn't do that in the end, he just continued to rub his desire through Yannick's robe.

The priest didn't speak any more, the fingers of the other party were moving faster and faster, the superb flirting technique left him no time to play tricks with the other party, and when he finally let out, he had no energy at all, he could only stare at the void in front of him and gasp for breath .

The hand holding his waist behind him strengthened, and then the robe felt wet. It was obvious that the man's desire had also been vented, and Yannick turned his head and glared at him.

"You can't just care about your own happiness. I can't resist fucking you to death on the bed. I'm already a gentleman, my dear." Ans licked and bit his earlobe, using a somewhat dangerous tone.

Yannick was too lazy to argue with him, he pushed the bloody Duke away, walked to the front of the closet, and began to undress.

Ans whistled: "Can I think you are dissatisfied and tempting me?"

The silver-haired priest didn't even look back: "No, I'm just taking off the robe that was stained with the semen of the great Blood Duke."

After getting along with this shameless vampire for a long time, Yannick found that his lower limit has also been lowered a lot, at least when he said such words, he didn't feel embarrassed at all.

The man unscrupulously raped the priest's naked back with his scorching eyes.

"I want to order a cup of hot milk. If you don't mind, I think you should turn back into a kitten." Yannick said.

"Of course, I'm happy." After a while, there was a meow from behind, Yannick put on his robe and turned his head, the small and exquisite black cat was lying on the bed sheet and wagging its tail towards him.

There might be something wrong with wagging the tail because it's so reminiscent of a canine animal, but there's really no other adjective.

Yannick pressed the bell, called the servant, and conveyed his request. The servant retreated respectfully, and the hot milk was quickly served, along with two plates of exquisite snacks.

The kitten jumped off the bed, jumped onto the table, sniffed the snacks, and then walked away uninterested.

Yannick picked up the milk and took a few sips. The temperature was just right and the taste was mellow. He satisfactorily licked the remaining milk stains at the corner of his mouth with his tongue.

The kitten looked up at him with its head up, jumped onto his shoulders, balanced its body with its tail, and then stretched its neck to reach the priest's lips.

"..." What else can you say to this lustful blood duke?

The silver-haired priest was speechless for a moment, then actually lowered his head and kissed the kitten.

What does it feel like to kiss a cat?

Yannick couldn't describe it. Anyway, just thinking about it made him feel curious enough. Even if he knew that the cat on his shoulder was not a real cat, there was still a difference after all, especially the cat with barbs on it. While licking his lips, Yannick almost wanted to lift it by the neck and throw it out.

But he didn't do that in the end.

The kitten was proud of being able to captivate the priest even in cat form. It thought it was obviously a sign of dissatisfaction with the other party's desire, so it decided to change back to human form and practice what it said just now: drag the priest to the bed and fuck it hard.

"... Meow?" It wagged its tail.

"Meow?" He wagged his tail again.

"??? Meow!!!" The kitten was shocked, and it found that it couldn't change back to the handsome Duke of Blood.

What the hell is going on meow? !

Something went wrong with that glass of milk!

It reacted quickly, and at this time the silver-haired priest had already pinched the soft meat on its neck and put it down, patted its head, and said with satisfaction: "Your Excellency, I am very glad that you can maintain your cute appearance again, and I also I can keep my virginity."

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