The bishop knelt down on the ground, bowed his head piously, and after reporting on his duties, he thought for a while and said:
"Your Majesty, a blood race broke into the temple yesterday. It seemed that they were not afraid of the bright aura of the temple. The guards did not catch her, but wounded her with a sacred weapon, leaving a little blood and hair."
Behind the desk, Yun Xia blinked.
The bishop was speaking of Helena.
That day, she asked the other party to take off her disguise and fly out of the temple. Although Helena escaped from the temple in embarrassment, the guards of the temple were not just for display, and hurt Helena with the holy weapon.
Left blood and silver hair...
The girl's scarlet eyes suddenly lit up, and she happily remembered that the temple had a way to use the blood and hair of the vampires to make a tracking artifact to sense the direction.
She immediately raised her body and tugged at her snow-white teaching gown with her small hands.
The bishop was still reporting in a low voice, Saint Selos listened silently, the priest's robe was suddenly pulled by the little vampire below, he lowered his pale eyelashes, and looked over with his clear and beautiful eyes.
After Yun Xia pulled off the teaching robe, she held the man's hanging fingers, spread her white palms, and wanted to write in his palms.
But the writing was too slow, and the two of them were facing each other, and the direction of writing was reversed. Yun Xia frowned impatiently, leaned forward slightly, and carefully avoided the bishop's sight. At the height of the desk, she hugged the Pope with both hands The waist under the crown.
He whispered: "Can you let him use Helena's blood and hair to help me make some holy artifacts? It's the kind of holy artifacts for tracking and positioning."
The vampire raised his head, his crimson eyes looked forward, and the tip of his silver hair brushed the Pope's white fingers.
St. Cyrus was silent and quiet.
He was embraced by the girl at the waist, and he felt the strong fragrance of roses on her body. The girl's long hair brushed against her, and his palms felt a little itchy. He quietly withdrew his hand and placed his fingertips on her shoulders.
After a pause, he didn't push the person away, but just nodded and agreed: "Yeah."
the other side.
When the bishop heard the movement again, he couldn't help raising his head, his eyes were a little puzzled.
Under the light, the Pope's expression was flat. He raised his clear eyes and looked over without focus. He said slowly, "The blood and hair left behind will be made into sacred objects and brought to me."
The bishop was slightly stunned, then lowered his head and said, "Yes."
It has been a long time since the temple has fought against the blood race, and the Pope suddenly wants to track the blood race, so the bishop is naturally a little puzzled. However, as a bishop, he only needs to execute the orders under the crown.
"How many do you need?" He asked for instructions.
Pope Saint Selos lowered his eyes and handed his white fingers to the blood girl. The other party folded two knuckles seriously, so the Pope pursed his thin lips and raised his eyes gently, saying, "Three."
The bishop replied reverently, "Yes."
Saint Selos was silent.
After everything was reported, the bishop respectfully exited the room.
The girl under the desk was relieved.
She raised her head, looked at the silent Pope, approached him with a smile, put her arm on the knee under the robe, and rested her chin on her arm and said, "Thank you, Pope, you are so kind."
Pope Saint Selos raised his brows slightly, fell silent for a while, lowered his pure eyes, opened his lips slowly, and asked her, "Touching your face...is it a kind of etiquette for your blood race?"
Yun Xia was stunned.
The Pope frowned exquisitely, and his downcast light brown eyes were clear, looking at her absently, clean and spotless, with a calm, even innocent expression.
(end of this chapter)