Don't confiscate my citizenship

In a dim bedroom on the second floor of the castle, antiquity and luxury coexist, tranquility and solemnity coexist, and the lights are not lit.

The murals decorating the walls of this bedroom depict scenes from the Horning Empire, and the dark wood grain walls and ceiling convey a strong historical charm.

On one side of the bedroom, the curtains beside the huge glass window were half-open. Outside the window, the castle courtyard and the mountains and forests beyond were still hidden in the dark night. Only the faint moonlight shone in from the window and reflected in every corner of the room.

In the center is a spacious four-poster bed. The carved solid wood frame and the pure white sheets and quilt cover on the soft mattress look both gorgeous and comfortable. At the head of the bed, two huge feather pillows lie there quietly, as if inviting the guests. Enter sweet dreams.

This bedroom not only evokes the history and stories of the castle, but also provides guests with a comfortable and private space to enjoy quiet evenings and relax.

It's just...the atmosphere is not like that.

Next to the four-poster bed, iron chains were firmly locking the dark oak high-back chair. A petite girl was unconscious. Her long hair was scattered on her shoulders, her skin was as pale as paper, and her slender fingers hung weakly on the sides of the chair. side.

Her body was also tightly tied to the chair with several iron chains, and the shackles were like a cold snake, tightly wrapped around her ankles, making it impossible for her to escape.

The little priest among the three girls in the Creation Empire is also another betrayer besides the Saint of Destruction. She is now in a coma and is as petite and pitiful as she usually is when she is pretending to be. It is hard to imagine that she is a Vicious Resurrectionists.

It's as if his acting skills have been engraved into his bones.

Various physical and magical restrictions have been added to her body. Although she can now activate the vampire power once, her own attack attributes are too weak and the threat is extremely low.

I don’t know how long this silence lasted.

In the dark bedroom, a creaking sound of the wooden door pierced the silence, and the cold air of the cliff in the late autumn night rushed in.

The door slowly opened, and a tall male figure appeared at the door. His straight figure cast a long shadow in the dim moonlight.

He was holding an iron bucket full of water in his hand and walked slowly into the room. Every step was heavy and clear, accompanied by the sound of the metal of the armor tapping.

He walked up to the unconscious girl and without any hesitation, tipped the bucket in his hand, and the cold water hit the girl instantly.

"ah!"

The water splashed everywhere, and the body of the Priestess of the Resurrection Church trembled violently, followed by a coughing sound, and her blue eyes flashed in fear.

She struggled hard instinctively, but the tight iron rope restrained her tightly, preventing her from moving.

"You guys...!"

The Priestess of the Church of Resurrection was about to scream, but her words stopped when she saw the figure of the Holy Knight clearly.

The paladin stood there, witnessing her reaction with cold and cruel eyes, without the slightest pity or hesitation, as if he was a different person, which made the Priestess feel a strong chill in her heart.

In the morning...and in the afternoon...this paladin doesn't seem to be like this...

In the dim room at this moment, she was tied to the chair and seemed to be the focus of all fear.

The gorgeous furniture and decorations began to seem a bit oppressive, making her feel lonely.

After a few seconds, the door was pushed open again, and the heavy wooden door creaked.

When the executioner came in, his hands were covered with thick cotton and linen gloves, while the priest was holding an old cloth mop.

Their eyes were equally terrifyingly cold.

Their skilled and sophisticated looks and their calm expressions seemed like they were preparing to clean up the garbage.

Strange scenes came into view one after another, making the atmosphere suddenly become more tense and gloomy.

"What are you going to do?"

Priestess's legs were trembling weakly, and she always felt that something was wrong with these three people!

But the paladin ignored any of her shouts and placed the iron bucket next to the Priestess's chair.

The executioner didn't even look at her.

A roll of medical knives wrapped in sheepskin was spread out on the table. They were originally stored in the castle.

"You may bleed a lot later, but that iron bucket should be able to hold it."

The executioner picked up one of the lancets, watched the delicate light reflected from the tip of the knife, and explained indifferently.

Priestess' pupils trembled violently, and she subconsciously looked at the iron bucket at her feet.

Her face was as pale as paper, and there were dense beads of sweat on her forehead. She didn't dare to think about it anymore just by taking a peek at the iron bucket that seemed to be bottomless.

Compared with the daytime, these three people are like three different people. Compared with the always gentle and resolute church members of the Goddess of Destiny, they are more like fake clergy disguised as evil creatures!

"伱...Are you really the clergy of the Church of the Goddess of Destiny?"

The Priestess of the Resurrection Church’s lips and teeth were trembling.

"Praise the goddess!"

All three of them had terrifying smiles on their faces, turned to look at her, and said in unison.

"You, you guys...ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, but you..."

…

In bedroom 201 on the other side of the second floor.

Soon I heard screams next door.

With a brisk pace, the poet of great love trotted over happily with open arms.

"Done!"

The beloved poet had a proud expression on his face and patted Lan Qi's shoulder lightly and quickly, as if asking for credit.

"From now on, I will leave the matter of reforming bad students to you, Director Lanfu of the Political and Educational Department."

Lan Qi praised with a smile.

He feels that his school team is more complete.

When everything is ready, Purgatory Corridor Academy will be made great again.

At the end of the day, he will take up the position of principal again in this life.

"Hoo ho!"

The beloved poet put his hands on his hips and nodded.

"I love poets, where did you learn this?"

Hyperion looked at the great love poet in disbelief.

Sometimes I feel that it is good to love the poet, and sometimes I feel that she is really evil.

Just listening to the heart-rending and desperate screams of the Priestess of the Resurrection Church next door, Hyperion just wanted to cover her ears and bury her head and pretend not to hear.

My merits seem to be counting down by the seconds!

After this trip to the shadow world, I no longer dare to go to the temple to worship the goddess.

"Shouldn't such a simple thing be something you are born with? Hyperion, you are such a shame to the demon race!"

The poet of great love looked at Hyperion, narrowed his left eye with disdain, and criticized Hyperion harshly.

"..."

Hyperion was speechless for a moment.

Although the beloved poet seemed to be criticizing her, it was the first time that Hyperion heard a demon say that she was a disgrace to the demon clan, and she felt happy in her heart.

She quickly confessed to the goddess in her heart. She should be feeling very heavy at this time!

Moreover, Hyperion was very surprised as to why the poet of great love could possess such high intelligence and ability to act independently, just like a real living being.

If they hadn't seen Lan Qi summon the Great Love Poet through a magic card, no one would have seen that the Great Love Poet was actually a summoned object. Not even the vampire envoy who visited the Demon Academy in the Shadow World last time could figure it out.

"Alright, Secretary Hyperion, it's time for us to have a good chat with this noble lady from the Creation Empire."

Lan Qi's voice from the side made Hyperion quickly concentrate and sit up straight in the chair.

At the same time, sitting opposite the two of them was the mage noble girl from the Creation Empire.

In the team of three girls from the Creation Empire, the female knight Saint of Destruction is dead. Another Resurrectionist priestess is being tortured next door. The last one, and the only one who is not a Resurrectionist, is Lan Qi and Huber. The noble female mage in front of Lianne.

She was in a sluggish state, leaning back on the chair, tilting her head slightly, letting her brown hair hang down beside her cheeks, as if her eyes had lost their luster.

There was no intention to speak actively, nor was there any intention to resist.

Anyway, in five hours, everything will be over.

Everyone will die at the hands of the vampires.

Like her empire of Creja, no one can save it.

Recommend this book~