When I finish playing this game, I will beat you to death!

"...Pfft, puff ha ha ha ha, ah ha ha ha ha."

The woman with a coquettish and attractive appearance and a demonic charm suddenly laughed, and then immediately apologized to the priest in front of her very rudely:

"No, no, no, sorry, it seems that I am not good at this kind of behavior. How can I say that it is too funny to see such a wonderful face in a respectful manner. I always I couldn't help laughing."

While saying very rude and frivolous words, the woman giggled happily with a frivolous expression.

Combined with the other party's fleshy limbs and revealing clothing, as well as that attitude that can be called profane.

"Ah, but thank you, Father Priest." The smile on the woman's face gradually faded to a normal one, and she looked at the priest in front of her and said, "You must give me such an important item."

"...No, let's forget about the past. The current Bureau of Inheritance of Ancient Heritage has been absorbed by the SS, so that's why."

The thin-faced priest was not offended by the woman's frivolous and profane attitude. He was the usual poor priest.

This priest is a qualified listener, but he is weak in urging others.

He is a man who gives the impression of being weak.

To put it bluntly, it is ugly, which cannot be compared with strictness.

The priest waved his hand indifferently at the woman, and continued:

"Since it is said to be for the country, we have no reason to refuse here."

The German Ancient Heritage Inheritance Bureau was originally a private research institution founded by Himmler in 1935.

It was once absorbed by the SS and became a formal military background research institution, under the name of the staff of the National Director of the SS.

And this woman, with the will of the director of the Bureau of Inheritance of Ancient Heritage, was ordered to receive some sacred relics with a long history.

The woman glanced at her father's weak smile, played with the small bottle in her hand, and asked again:

"Well, is that so? Although it's already given to me, it's not good for me to ask again, but this, is it really the real thing?"

After finishing speaking, he shook the small bottle in his hand at the priest.

The dark red liquid in the small bottle seemed to be an extremely viscous and ominous thing, with an unknown black substance circulating in it.

"It should be." The priest looked at the small bottle in the woman's hand with a complicated look in his eyes, and explained to the woman: "This is a secret treasure hidden in the monastery of Constantinople for generations, Vlad-De Kula Gong's blood has not crystallized or dried up after hundreds of years, and still maintains a dark red liquid state."

The name of Dracula must be a famous existence in this era.

A famous figure in European history, a famous general of ancient Romania, who was later named Grand Duke Vlad III, was famous for his cruelty.

The prisoner of war is often inserted into a long wooden stick from the exit of the reincarnation of grains, and then passes through the whole body and comes out from the mouth, and then the wooden stick is erected high to torture the prisoner of war to death.

Thousands of Ottoman Turk captives were executed in this way at one time.

Hence the name Tepes (Romanian for "piercing"), also known as the Grand Duke of Piercing.

At the same time, Vlad III also suffered from blood-crazy symptoms.

But he himself is a devout Catholic.

But in the novel "Dracula" by a certain Bram Stoker, the Grand Duke is regarded as the prototype of the vampire.

Whether Dracula is really a vampire in history, or rumors and other people's slander, the woman's blood comes from that person, which can naturally prove everything.

"Gift of Darkness—Kaziklu-Bay?"

The woman looked at the dark red liquid inside the bottle in her hand, with an interesting smile on her face, and asked the priest:

"Then drinking this can turn you into a vampire? What do you think?"

"I don't know about that." The priest closed his eyes and shook his head to express his ignorance, then looked at the woman again and said, "However, if Rome knows that we keep this thing, it will probably launch a crusade, to be honest , personally think it’s a hot potato, so it should be thrown away.”

"That's right, then I accept it bluntly."

Hearing what the priest said, the woman smiled happily.

Under the twitching eyes of the priest in front of him, he put the bottle in his hand in the gap in the abyss of the huge human heart in front of him, and muttered in his mouth.

"Although I also hate the Vatican, no matter how barbaric they are, they can't attack the current Germany."

After all, her real identity is a witch, and she is incompatible with the church or the Vatican.

Coupled with the fact that she was once slandered as a witch and was almost insulted, she had a negative opinion of the church anyway.

And no matter what, the current situation is the current situation. Although the Vatican is formally an independent country, its relationship with Italy cannot be ignored geopolitically.

And Italy, according to legend, will also form an alliance with Germany in the near future.

That being the case, even if it is a sacrilegious relic that threatens their beliefs, since it is stored in the ancient heritage inheritance bureau that has been organized by the state, they cannot interfere casually.

Is it because of this fact that you feel extremely happy?The woman smiled evilly, as if she was a witch who had hated Rome for a long time.

Smiling and smiling, the seductive woman named Anna Xiuwei Green invited the priest in front of her with a provocative and charming smile:

"I said, my lord priest, I suddenly feel very good. It's a rare opportunity. That's it tonight. How about walking with me in the middle of the night?"

"...No, me."

"To be honest, I have a little interest in you, although I can't say it clearly, how can I put it—"

Before the priest with a forced smile could utter his words of refusal, Anna looked at him with a charming smile, but her eyes stared at the priest's eyes without a smile.

The witch was thinking about how to say it, but the next moment.

【You look delicious. 】

In this wonderful atmosphere of distance and getting along, the priest's ears, no, seemed to receive or feel some information directly from his head.

"------!"

The priest clutched his chest, frowning tightly, and sweat dripped from his forehead.

I did hear it just now, even though the woman didn't say anything, but I did hear and feel some malicious thoughts and malice from the witch.

But the woman, that is, Anna, was astonished exaggeratedly when she saw the priest like this.

"Oh, what's the matter, Father Priest? You don't seem to be looking very well."

"It's okay." With a forced smile on his face, the priest waved his hand while resting his forehead and said, "Please don't worry about it."

"Hmm~~ Is that so?"

With a thoughtful and funny smile in her eyes, Anna seemed to understand something.

"...What?" The priest became inexplicably nervous.

"No, speaking of it, I remember hearing an interesting rumor before~~"

Anna closed her eyes and recalled her memories, as if recalling the memories she was thinking about, she opened her eyes and said to the priest in front of her with a slightly meaningful smile.

"It seems that in a certain village in Romania, there is a priest who can hear the voice of God."

"I heard that the priest, I don't know whether it is a curse or a belief, and the relics that are entangled with thoughts... The exploration of these relics seems to be making great progress."

Following Anna's blunt words, the priest remained calm on the surface, but in fact, he began to get nervous deep inside.

"As you know, in today's words, it is a contact sensor, or a telepath, in short, it is able to observe, read and listen to the memory and thinking of people or things."

With a funny smile, but staring at the priest in front of him, he almost wrote "I'm talking about you, admit it" on his face.

"I'm really envious. Because I do this kind of work, I really want this kind of high-performance radar. Hey, my lord priest, is there such a person among the people you know?"

Avoiding Anna's gaze as if trying to pry into him, the priest shook his head.

"...Well, who knows, I have been serving God for a long time, but because of my mediocrity, I still haven't seen a tiny bit of a miracle."

With a natural smile on his face, he denied Anna's questioning.

Then, with personal emotions, he said with pain and self-mockery in his eyes:

"And from what you've said, it doesn't seem like such a wonderful thing."

"That's right. To use a common analogy, it may be like the situation of uninterrupted broadcasting of TV and radio around me."

Looking at the priest's thin face and the faint dark circles under his eyes with slightly deep eyes, he said with a chuckle, "If this is always the case, I won't be able to sleep at night, and my body will not be able to bear it in the long run, right? And the priest My lord, the dark circles under my eyes are also very heavy~~~"

"..."

The priest was speechless, or he didn't want to say any more.

"However, that person is considered lucky." Seeing the priest's face become silent, Anna also had sarcasm and self-deprecating words on her face, and said, "If it was before, it would be the physique of going directly to the stake without saying a word. , thanks to being born in this era."

Being special and different used to be fatal.

In the past, because she was too beautiful and out of tune with the people around her, she was labeled a witch, and was betrayed by her husband and parents.

Even if she lived for nearly a hundred years, Anna could never forget the hopeless feeling of calling the sky, the sky should not answer, calling the earth, and the earth was not working.

Well, I can't forget the overall unknown guy who saved me, and the man in a torn white robe holding a little girl.

The other party granted him extraordinary power, but let him step into the realm of magic.

Now that she thought of becoming a witch, Anna didn't regret it at all, but was very grateful to the person who gave her strength.

In the wrong era, weakness is the original sin.

What happened to being a witch?At least she, Anna, now has a powerful witch who can protect herself and break the city and army.

She likes her now more than before when she was weak and weak and would be slandered and bullied at will.

For the priest in front of her, Anna did have a bit of envy. After the times changed, she also tolerated these special existences.

Thinking of this, she looked at the priest in front of her with a complex look in her eyes and said:

"If you think about it that way, maybe he was born in this era for some reason."

"Hey, for example?"

The priest is very concerned about the luck and reasons that Anna said in front of him. He has not had many things called luck until now.

The reason for being born with special abilities?Is there really such a thing?

"It's easy to resonate with others, which means that you may be able to become someone else."

"He is very jealous of this power, and there are people who need his power from the bottom of their hearts. If the interests reach an agreement, it is not impossible to exchange it."

One hand wrapped around a strand of hair beside her ear in a charming gesture. Anna had such a high opinion of the priest in front of her and his abilities.

But he didn't expect that his own evaluation would make the priest's fate depend on the truth of his words in the future.

"exchange?"

For this word, the priest repeated it in puzzlement.

"To put it simply, it's a brain transplant."

Talking so excitedly and joyfully, it seemed like the most important topic was mentioned, but when Anna thought of something, she became disappointed again, and sighed: "Hey~, but the current medical level can't do it. "

"Since it is because the brain circuit is connected to a strange place, if you are tortured by noise, then the noise in someone else's head will disappear—no! Simply extract the soul directly and let someone else's soul reside on it... ...Hmm, it's like a fairy tale."

Speaking words that can only be said by a devil, the magic in Anna's eyes seemed to overflow, and looking at the priest's eyes was like looking at a treasure.

Then he moved forward with a different pace, as if he was about to leave.

"...Well." The priest's face became indifferent, and he followed Anna's words flatly, and said, "Fairy tales are indeed illusory words."

The meaning of the words is to say that your theory is like a castle in the air, which is generally unrealistic.

However, at this moment in the church, two unrealistic and supernatural beings gathered together. Is it really the so-called castle in the air?

"Yes, you can say whatever you want, but it turned out to be back to the topic at the beginning."

The bottomless secret so far disappeared from Anna's face, and the woman turned to the priest with a bright smile like a girl.

The priest couldn't help smiling wryly at her change and not leaving.

Her intentions, even if it wasn't for him, would be clear in one step.

"A walk in the night...?"

"Yes, can you accompany me?" With a triumphant smile, he looked into the priest's eyes.

"..."

The priest took a deep look at Anna, and after a low sigh, a polite smile appeared on his face again, and he responded:

"Understood, because if you refuse, it feels like there will be baseless rumors circulating."

"Ahahaha, I hate it."

Anna, who was told that she planned to reject the priest, also had a sly smile on her face, and said with a light smile:

"Is it possible for someone to do that kind of thing?"