The people in the room stopped their movements slightly.
The Pope turned his face away.
The fingertips, which were as white as beautiful jade, lightly rested on the uneven braille, remained silent for a few seconds, and then slowly lowered their hands.
His light-colored eyelashes are long and slender, as quiet and pure as a god, and the light brown pupils below are beautiful and empty, facing the door without focus, and the brows are calm.
"Your Majesty?" the girl outside the door said again.
The Pope lowered his eyelashes, his thin lips were light in color, like pale petals, and he said calmly, "Please come in."
The door was gently pushed open.
The girl stuck a small head in, her silver hair scattered on her shoulders, her crimson eyes looked around curiously, and then stopped on the person in the room.
then.
In the room of the Pope in the temple—the place where the power of light is strongest, there is a vampire standing majestically at this time, with silver hair and blood pupils, wearing a black cloak, licking his own white fangs.
The pope looked at her.
Seeing his face up close, Yun Xia felt even more beautiful.
His attire was white and gold, with a luxurious collar border, and several thin light gold chains hung from the neckline.
Sitting there quietly, she could almost completely blend in with the snow-white angel statue behind her.
All are equally beautiful and exquisite.
His Excellency the Pope's complexion was even more flawless.
He quietly held the doctrine in his hand, and looked at her with light brown eyes, the focus was dull, but the mood was calm, and asked An Ran: "What did the bishop ask you to do?"
Yun Xia raised the corners of her lips, looked at him with great interest, and replied: "Let me ask Your Majesty, thanks to you for catching the witch today, did the witch not hurt you? Did you get hurt anywhere?"
The Pope brushed the teaching in his hand again with his fingertips, lowered his eyelashes, and said in a cold voice, "No."
With the other hand, he gently picked up the porcelain-white teacup, put it on his lips and took a sip, his posture looked casual and elegant, and the thin chain hanging from the neckline was lightly rippling, making a subtle sound when colliding.
"You can leave now," he said.
Yun Xia blinked and thought for a while, "Your Majesty, the Bishop has something to ask you."
The Pope did not raise his eyes, his fingertips lightly brushed the teaching in his hand.
"Today it was a witch who was caught, so he was sentenced to be burned at the stake. What if it was a vampire? In the teachings of the temple, it seems that vampires are not often mentioned..."
As Yun Xia asked, she stood on tiptoe and secretly glanced at the teachings at the Pope's fingertips.
The teachings of the Temple, that is, the Book of Judgments of the Temple, are regarded as canon by all believers.
The usual prayers are also based on it.
The Pope paused, did not answer, but gently opened his lips and asked, "Have you caught the blood race?"
When he raised his eyelashes, a pair of translucent light brown pupils looked even more holy and flawless because of the coldness and lack of expression.
"A blood race broke into the temple just now, and the guards have already gone to catch it." Yun Xia raised her feet carefully and slowly approached the other party.
The bright aura around him became more pure.
He didn't respond to her approach, and he still sat quietly and peacefully, with one hand on the side of the porcelain white water glass, making his complexion even fairer.
Yun Xia was standing, so she was taller than the other party, and could see His Holiness the Pope's lowered eyelashes, which were pale and slender, with a flat expression.
The vampire girl's eyes moved involuntarily from his beautiful and lifeless eyes to the high bridge of the nose, light-colored thin lips, and the slender neck below.
Her small fangs protruded from her lips unconsciously.
(end of this chapter)