Listening to the little one's little abacus, and looking at the little duckling in the pink diamond necklace who had already noticed his actions and was looking at him helplessly, Clarence couldn't help but shake his head and smile.

This stupid girl is so unconfident in him, and how worried about him.

Thinking about it, Clarence lowered his eyes and groaned.

But he raised his eyebrows and chuckled a few times, and then quickly bowed his head.

“……！”

The little guy who pretended to be asleep suddenly noticed this guy's actions, and couldn't help but open his soft eyes in astonishment, staring fixedly at the face that was close at hand.

But in the next second, she felt that the familiar, rust-like rich aura bloomed again......

But this time, she didn't transform directly like during the day.

Instead, under the shroud of that fishy sweet smell, a deep and deep sleepiness suddenly rose......

Soon, Xiang Xing closed his soft eyes again and fell asleep directly.

Hearing the sound of steady, even breathing, Clarence was relieved, slowly raised his head, and continued to stare deeply at her.

After looking at it for a long time, I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Good night."

He smiled and kissed her again.

Get up and leave, and disappear into the thick night.

……

On the other side, in the palace of the Great King of Los Angeles.

Franca, who had finished interrogating Marbury all night, had just returned to his resting room when he suddenly saw a small, round, hairy shadow standing by the window.

"Goo~Goo~"

The little furball cooed a few times, and Franka reacted, and couldn't help but smile and strolled forward.

"It turned out to be you, York's little owl."

The man laughed and removed a thick brown paper bag from the pure black fat owl's back.

"Thank you for your hard work, go back and report to your master."

After sending the fat owl away, Franca took the paper bag and sat down quickly at the desk, carefully disassembling it.

Inside the paper bag was a stack of parchment with words written on it.

It was the Archbishop of Namarbury who followed the words of the cathedral and the gods and brainwashed many believers into keeping records of the high "offerings" illegally collected.

After reading these records, Franca's eyes lit up, and she couldn't help but laugh.

That's great.

With these things, he was able to justifiably convict Marbury and the others...... There is even more reason for the new country to directly draw a line with the theocratic pope from now on!

Thinking about it, Franca couldn't help but clasp her hands excitedly.

I subconsciously looked out the window and into the thick night.

"You've done me another great favor, York."

He chuckled lightly, but as if he remembered something, his eyes froze.

Speaking of which, when Marbury was interrogated, he kept shouting about the "vampire" he wanted to catch, and it seemed that his name was the Duke of York.

Of course, he had not heard of the legend of the Duke of York.

Thinking of this, Franca was stunned for a moment, but then chuckled and shook his head absurdly.

Although, this "ally" of his, who has been hiding in the dark, is also called York.

But, it must have just been a coincidence.

There are no vampires in the world.

Ten thousand steps back, even if there were, this Duke of York was really a member of the Capetian dynasty, how could he provide him with the most favorable information at that time, helping him successfully capture Fernande IV and recover Los?