"Your Excellency, the time has come."

On this crisp morning, the wind brings in the faint fragrance of flowers through the window, filling the study baptized by the sun. Gilles heard this when he stood in front of the window, feeling the morning breeze and the sun with his eyes closed. This made the Count's heart beat hard, and Gilles had already opened his eyes when he turned around, so he saw Lanza. The man, who was three points more glamorous than a woman, was looking up at him.

In his eyes, Gilles saw his own face with a little panic. He immediately reminded himself that, as a majestic count, he must have the measure to be unfazed. So the young man coughed dryly, and tried to make a deep appearance: "What do you say, Mr. Lanza?" ”

"You know what I'm referring to, don't you, sir. If you forget, then I can remind you that Miss Jora's beautiful and fragrant flower is ready to be picked. ”

Giles breathed as he slowed down before saying, "Really?" It turned out that it was time. ”

"Yes, Miss Jora is now powerless to resist your conquest. She will do whatever you want, Your Lord. ”

Gilles walked up and down the study: "But I still don't think it's right, Lanza. After all, after all, ......"

"After all, Miss Jora is your relative? Oh, with all due respect, Lord Count. If you don't, then soon, Miss Jora will marry into the family of the Marquis of Iron Spear, and then Ark Harbor will not know whether it is you or the Marquis of Hoy who has the final say. Knowing that Count Oban is no longer there, it remains to be seen whether Ironspear Hoy will keep his previous promises. But it is a very obvious fact that through Miss Jora's connections, his influence can penetrate the Ark Board. Lan Za said sincerely: "Only by letting this marriage fall through can you sit firmly in this position, Lord Earl." What's more, it's all about things to do anyway, and it's better for the earl to do it himself than to cheapen others. Could it be that the Earl would let Miss Jora's delicate flower go? If I had changed it, I would never have been able to do it. ”

Giles' nostrils were buzzing and his breath was short.

Lan Za looked at it in his eyes and added vinegar: "Think about it, Lord Earl. Miss Jora's bulging breasts, the valley of passion. Her body will be a man's paradise, are you willing to give it away? If so, give it to me. ”

"Shut up!" Giles snorted, "It's beautiful, Lanza." Go and prepare, things can't be done in the White Castle. ”

"Of course, I have prepared a romantic place for you. Right on the banks of the Three Forks, there was a beautiful cottage there, and I thought Miss Jora would like it too. ”

Giles waved his hand, and Lanza bowed and walked away. He sat down, and the sunlight in the room seemed to pale a little. At this moment he heard a faint commotion outside the White Castle, and he flicked the silver bell on the table. Mace, the butler, quickly walked in: "Lord Earl, what do you command?" ”

"Why is it so noisy outside?" Giles asked with a frown.

Mace looked up and said, "It seems that today there is a holy canon, presided over by Miss Vera and Father Miró. If adults find it noisy, do you ask them to cancel it? ”

"No, that would upset Miss Vera, so let them go." Giles waved his hand and said, "You go down, I want to be quiet." ”

"Yes, my lord."

Located in the heart of the city of Ark Harbor, Riptide Square is crowded today, and a raised platform is being erected to serve as a pulpit for the holy scriptures. The canon was quietly spread by the priests in black three days ago. St. Vera was inspired to perform miracles on the night of the full moon three days later. This canon is of great significance, because it is the first time that Vera has performed miracles to the people, and in the past, only those who were in high office and nobles occasionally received the revelation of the Holy Maiden.

Therefore, the people are eagerly awaiting the news of the holy scriptures. In less than three months since Christianity entered Ark Harbor, the church's adherents have grown at an astonishing rate. Although there are many sects in the Bylegaon Empire, there are also various gods of faith. But to this day, only the saints of the sect of Christ can perform true miracles. Every prophecy she made was verified. Under such circumstances, the appeal of this sect can be imagined.

In addition to the large number of believers who did not have a clear faith, even believers of other denominations withdrew and threw themselves into the arms of God. Ark Harbor, which has no denomination in the first place, has become its adherents by more than 10,000 citizens since the advent of Christianity.

And for such an important event as the Holy Scriptures, as long as they can get out of the way, there is not a single believer who does not want to participate. So before nightfall, Riptide Square was already full of believers, and even too many people had to spread to the surrounding neighborhoods. Nearly 10,000 people gathered, which can be described as a sea of people, blocking the Torrent Square and the surrounding three blocks.

"It's really lively."

In the church's carriage, Father Miró opened the curtain and said.

Vera, who was sitting across from him, also looked out the window: "The more people, the better it is for us, isn't it?" ”

"That's right, I'm afraid I'll get out of control."

"That's why I said, only a few people will participate. For the rest, just know the news. Vera said indifferently: "Don't worry, I'm measured." ”

"Since you've said so." Father Miró spread his hands: "Then listen to you." ”

Then the carriage stopped, and Willik's voice came from outside: "It's time for the square, two." ”

He opened the door, and the priest and Vera got out of the carriage. At the sight of them, the people cheered. The agitated crowd almost knocked the Crusader knights to the ground, but Vera raised her hand in time to signal the people to be quiet, and the knights escaped.

With Willik and several knights in the way, Miro and Vera ascended to the high platform. The girl nodded to the priest and signaled that the canon could begin, and the cheers that rang out from the square made the whole of Ark Harbor clearly audible.

"It's noisy." If you open your eyes, your eyelids seem to weigh a thousand pounds. She struggled to get up, but her hands and feet were weak.

A wave of dizziness.

Jora looked at the male cat not far away and smiled weakly, "I look like I'm sick, yarn." ”

The cat tilted its head and let out a soft meow. The door was pushed open, and Jora heard footsteps. She barely turned her head to see several figures appear in the shadows of the bedroom. Jora said angrily: "Who are you to dare to trespass into my room! ”

It's just that her voice is weak and doesn't sound imposing at all.

One of the figures stepped forward, and by the moonlight of the full moon outside the window, Jora saw Lanza's smiling face. Lanza bowed and said, "Dear Miss Jora, this is a special night, allow me to take you to a wonderful place. There, you will spend the most important night of your life. ”

He snapped his fingers.

Two knights in dark red armor stepped forward, and Jora recognized them as the Blood Wolf Knight of Count Rykerd from their emblems. She snorted, trying to bounce. But the source power in her body was like a dry spring, unable to respond to her will. Jora barely managed to hold up half of her body, and then fell to the bed without the strength to do so. Lanza laughed, "Please don't struggle, beautiful young lady. Have you forgotten how long it's been since you've wielded a knife or a gun, or can I help you remember if you've had less and less time practicing your swordsmanship since you had this stupid cat with you? ”

"Yarn balls?" Jora looked at the tom and remembered what Vera had said to her.

Sometimes, cats invite disaster.

"yes, cute balls of yarn." Lanza walked to the side of the bed, picked up the tom and touched his fluffy back: "I've had to feed this little thing since it was born." Those things can make people's source power dissipate and exhaust. But if it is used at a single time, the dosage is too large to raise suspicion. But if a stupid cat feeds on it when it is young, then the medicinal properties are indistinguishable from the cat's qi and blood, and the smell emitted by it also has the same effect. It's just that the medicinal properties take a longer time to work, about a month or two. ”

Jora's eyes widened, "What exactly do you want to do?" ”

"No, no, it's not me. I really want you to know how much I want to be the protagonist of tonight. But unfortunately, tonight's protagonist is someone else. Lanza waved his hand, threw the cat to the ground, and was already walking towards the door.

Jora suddenly shook the back of her head, but was knocked unconscious by the Blood Wolf Knight. The tall knight slung her on his shoulders and strode out of the bedroom.

I don't know how long it took for Jora to wake up when she felt like someone had been thrown on the bed.

There was a dim candlelight all around, and by the light she saw a large bed covered with roses. She tried to sit up, but found that her hands were tied with a rope tied to each other. The rope was tied to the screen behind the bed, immobilizing her. If you want to change to the past, as soon as the source force moves, these two ropes should not be broken silently. But now, she is no different from ordinary women. And his whole body is sore, and he can't use any strength at all.

In the shadows ahead, there was the sound of a door opening, and then Lan Zha came out in the light. He called to the shadows behind him, "Your Excellency, you're ready. Please enjoy this delicious meal. ”

Someone coughed dryly and said in a strange tone, "You stand down." ”

Lanza winked at Jora and turned to leave. His place was soon taken over by another man, wrapped in burgundy robes and wearing an ornately decorated mask on his head protruding from a towering neckline. His hands were hidden in the stacked sleeves, and a slight look of panic flashed through his eyes peeking out from behind the mask.

Jora saw herself in those eyes, and she lost her voice, "Gilles, is that you?" ”

"No, no, I'm ......" the robed man suddenly sighed, "It's me." ”

He took off the mask, and the young count's face caught in Jora's eyes. Even though the count had a beard that symbolized majesty, the look in his eyes could not hide his youthful immaturity.

"Let me go, and, kill that Lanza!" Jora yelled.

Gilles smiled bitterly: "I'm afraid I can't do it." ”