"..."
Pope Saint Selos stopped his movements.
Looking over with godless eyes, he seemed to be stunned for a moment. The wide and white priest's robe was hanging on the ground, and the golden thread was as holy as sunlight under the lamp. He raised his white finger and pointed to himself.
Her tone remained unchanged, but her expression showed a bit of surprise, "You mean... me?"
His light brown pure eyes were looking towards the girl without focus.
Being looked at by those eyes, it was as if facing the clearest lake in the world, so clean and beautiful that no one dared to disturb it.
"That's right." The Vampire Queen readily admitted, hooking her lips.
The pope lowered his eyes and was thoughtful and calm for a few seconds. His white fingertips lightly brushed the gemstone of the scepter, and the golden color that symbolized dignity shone slightly.
He said calmly, "You're joking."
This is a sign of refusal.
Pope Saint Selos turned around and walked slowly to the inner room of the bedroom, "Go slowly, I won't see you off."
Yun Xia looked at the snow-white back.
The pale and beautiful complexion seemed to be able to see the blood flowing in the veins hidden underneath, representing the supreme delicacy.
The girl stared at the beautiful lines of his neck, and smiled innocently with her curved eyes, "Since you recognize me, I won't make any detours, Your Majesty... I really want your blood."
The young man in the holy robe turned his eyes sideways.
He still had no special expression, and said in a slow tone: "As far as I know, the blood race cannot drink the blood of the temple people... The power of light and faith will burn you."
"That's another blood race," the girl slowly walked over, weighing the spikes in her hand.
"I am the queen, and I am not afraid of your blood."
She walked slowly to the snow-white robe, looked up at the Pope's pale eyelashes and clear eyes, blinked and discussed:
"How about a deal? You give me blood and we sign a peace agreement."
As long as she drinks the blood from the Pope's crown, it is impossible for Helena to catch up with her strength. After solving Helena, the blood race will be safe for at least hundreds of years.
Signing a peace agreement is a good choice.
The blood race doesn't have to hide from the temple anymore.
She looked expectantly at the Pope.
"..."
Saint Selos paused for a moment.
God-like pure eyes lowered, he touched his lips with his knuckles and pondered for a while, his long and light-colored eyelashes moved lightly, like a pale and slender sick beauty, and he said flatly: "Sounds like a good deal."
Yun Xia glanced at the other's bony fingers, her complexion was almost transparent. She stood on tiptoe, looked at the collarbone at the pope's neckline, and felt the sweetness of blood there up close, almost unable to control her desire.
"So, you promise." Yun Xia looked at the star frame hanging from the center of her collarbone.
"Take off the holy vessel, I will only bite you."
She took another step forward carefully, licked her lips, stared at the extremely alluring neck, and said in a low and soft voice, "Are you okay?"
The pope lowered his thick eyelashes slightly.
He could feel that the breath of the vampire girl was close at hand. She was covered with the fragrance of roses and an evil spirit that was incompatible with the temple.
He asked calmly: "I heard that the blood clan calls the person who provides blood a blood servant."
Yun Xia blinked, and looked directly at the Pope's clear but lifeless eyes, "That's for ordinary human beings, such delicious and precious blood as the Pope's crown... It's not called a blood servant, it's called a breeder."
Saint Selos patted the snow-white robe lightly, and repeated: "The owner?"
(end of this chapter)