Every time I wake up, I take the blame for the villain

If an organization begins to decay and split from the top, then what else will it end up with?

Except destruction.

On this day, the darkness of the forest seemed to have dispelled a little.

Today seems to be a little special...

He opened the window, and the bright sunshine poured in.

It seemed that he hadn't seen such a longed-for sunshine for a long time.

Why did such a bright light appear in this forest? Could it be because of the baptism ceremony of the Holy Son of the Church?

Jiang Chen thought about it and unconsciously stretched out his hand. The pale skin exposed to the sun began to turn black, swell, and burn. Almost in an instant, a layer of skin and flesh had fallen off, and an unspeakable burning pain came to his mind. He retracted his hand again, pulled up the heavy curtain, extinguished the flame on his fingertips, stared at the black burn, and his expression was a little indifferent.

He had been thinking that with the long and stubborn life of the vampires, they might have time to look for the place where time and space are stuck in this special world, and look at the existence mechanism of time and space, and maybe there would be some different discoveries. But if he couldn't walk safely in the sun, how could he personally find out these problems?

In fact, he had done similar things before, but he didn't get any useful results. A long time ago, after he packed up the green tour, he wandered around. At that time, he experienced the change of times and the catastrophe of heaven and earth. He experienced everything personally, but he didn't receive the perception of time or space. According to the rules of that world, people who live with heaven and earth are enough to touch the law, but he didn't feel it at all. Later, he became the famous physics genius. He consulted all the relevant information about black holes, magnetic fields, time and space, and spiritual existence in his mind and on the Internet, and conducted many simulation experiments, but no experiment matched the results, and he never got a definite answer.

The things in his head were very complicated. Sometimes he felt like an overloaded machine, constantly getting and understanding those memories, looking for useful clues from them. But useful things are always a drop in the ocean, and the things he doesn't want are so many that it makes people dizzy when recalling them.

It is always so easy for people to despair, but it becomes so difficult to be full of hope again.

He can't give up Jiang Chen's hope, or it should be called an obsession.

Therefore, existence like Hua Manlou is always envied.

In fact, his light is different from the light that people in this world say.

His light is natural, and he can clarify his direction even in the darkness, while in this world, those so-called lights are just cultivated intentionally by using various conditions. If they are really the spokespersons of the light of respecting life, then the saint should never change his position so easily because of some too real memories, and become another person because of the influence of the environment. He was in the Holy See, and he always saw only the bright side of the Holy See, and never experienced setbacks, so when the darkness came, his faith collapsed so quickly and thoroughly.

The people in the Holy See believe in a god, and regard it as light, but persecute all the so-called heretics. Only believers can survive, and non-believers can only go to hell.

What a ridiculous and narrow-minded light this is. If you ask Hua Manlou this, would he kill someone just because they don't like the flowers he likes? Would he kill someone just because they don't love life as much as he does?

At most, he smiled gently and said, "Everyone has their own preferences. Some people like flowers, some like fine wine, and some like the breeze and the moon. People have different preferences, so why impose their own preferences on others?"

Jiang Chen rubbed his eyebrows and broke away from the memories of the past. All that was far away, whether it was Ye Gucheng, Hua Manlou, or Lu Xiaofeng, they were all old and dead. But for some inexplicable reason, he was resurrected again by borrowing someone else's dead body, and remembered everything with a clear cognition, and then remembered their passing. Peaceful time is always so short for him. In just a few decades, he has been separated from that world forever. This life is obviously full of blood and killing that cannot be avoided, which makes people dare not rest.

Elsa walked in, lifted her skirt and bowed, looking at his back humbly, "I am very sorry, Lord Earl, I don't know if I disturbed your sleep. But now, someone from the Elders' Council is here."

There is an unusual smell in the room, but it is strange that the blood clan's sense of smell can no longer distinguish it.

Elsa frowned and was a little worried, "My Lord..." She could smell the smell, but she couldn't tell what it was.

Jiang Chen turned his face and said in a flat tone as always, "They?"

Elsa looked at the window behind him and explained to him, "My Lord, is the sunlight shining into your territory today?" She continued without waiting for his answer, "The new son of the Holy See of Light is being baptized."

So this kind of sunlight can shine here.

"Prince Brulando is waiting for you downstairs to discuss countermeasures."

Jiang Chen put on his windbreaker and walked downstairs slowly.

Someone came to hand me a pillow just as I was about to fall asleep. That was great.

Brulando, I heard that their family is known as the Nightless Light.

There are three people who can walk safely in the daylight.

Because of the existence of the Silver Moonstone.

The other party is already a middle-aged man.

This shows that he has enough qualifications in the vampire clan to become such an elder.

He placed a hand on his chest and bowed slightly, "Good day, Prince Brunando."

The other party held his hand cordially, "Oh, this must be the newly awakened Earl? It would be rude not to celebrate you in advance, but after seeing you today, you look like an elegant nobleman."

Jiang Chen retracted his hand calmly. He was obviously not enthusiastic about such natural familiarity, and responded accordingly, "This is especially true for Your Excellency the Prince."

Brelando raised his eyebrows.

It seems that the count's words and deeds are gentle and polite, but his actions really show that he is a person who is not easily impressed. After only one meeting, he began to worry about whether he could coax such a junior. Can such a person who was indifferent to the things around him really make him confront the Holy See?

He really couldn't guarantee it.

The prince couldn't help but cast his eyes on this outstanding junior who was perfect in etiquette and whose every move was like a ruler.

His etiquette was impeccable, and even an old man like him who had lived for nearly a thousand years could not find anything wrong with his performance.

It's just that his face is so pale that it always feels like he hasn't tasted blood for dozens of days, and even his lips are abnormally pale.

If this is the case, and he still has the ability to maintain his sanity, then his self-control is simply amazing.

Jiang Chen smiled, as if he didn't notice his various thoughts and hesitation, "Vlad Dracula pays tribute to you."

Every word he said was in line with the etiquette of communication between nobles, and he was indeed very polite. However, Brunando felt an inexplicable pressure and an invisible rebuttal, which simply made him unable to directly The request will be spoken out.

He had no choice but to act more serious, expand his pressure, and try to suppress this rebellious young man. "Dracula, I heard from Stuart and Grand Duke Branz that this new bright man Son, did you let go with your own hands?"

Jiang Chen responded calmly, "Yes."

It was because of this calmness that Prince Brunando's eyes widened. He simply couldn't believe it, "You should know the importance of the Holy Son to the Holy See of Light."

Such a powerful threat was actually let go by him in an understatement.

Some anger arose in Brunando's heart.

Before he could get angry, Jiang Chen asked him in an understatement, "If an organization begins to decay and split from the top, will there be other results?"

Brunando seemed to understand what he meant, but also seemed not to understand at all.

Until the silver light flashed in his pupils, Brunando came to his senses. He frowned and asked, "But he was given the illusion by you and will not be discovered?"

Jiang Chen handed him a glass of bright red blood, but he just held the wine glass. He said, "A saint who was injured and came out of the dark forest still has some darkness that is thought to be resolved. Isn't it more illustrative? His loyalty to the light?"

Prince Brunando looked at his plain and kind smile, and felt inexplicably shocked in his heart.

He understood the meaning of this sentence.

If the darkness cannot be resolved, the saint will definitely miss the position of the Holy Son, but what is confused by Dracula's eyes is the memory that has deteriorated, and it is just a small darkness physically.

What's more, the saint entered the forest to destroy the darkness.

A sincere heart.

After a long silence, he coughed and said in an appreciative tone, "It seems you do have a good idea?"

Jiang Chen put down the wine glass in his hand, and said in a slightly deep voice that was calm and unyielding, "If you want to get good results, you always have to pay equivalent chips. Isn't this fair?"

The old fox, a prince who had been in the world for many years, immediately understood what he meant, but he was still a little puzzled, "Don't you think the undying hatred between the vampires and the Holy See can't move you?"

"Of course not, dear prince." There was that smile on his face again, "It's just that the result will be more painful."

"What do you need?"

The prince asked, only to find that the earl, who had always acted calmly and completely unaffected by the pressure of rank since meeting him, paused for some reason, but he quickly replied with certainty, "Silver Moon Stone."

…

After more than half a month of selection, Wright indeed became the Holy Son he wanted to be.

Originally, this time, he just went out to practice.

His heart of light amazes people, so he is certain that he is the Son of God.

Now it's just a ceremony.

The scene is nothing short of grand.

The tangy floral fragrance and holy divine music bring peace to the mind.

He stood on the steps of the white desk pulled by the unicorn, looking at his people with a smile. The flower-filled carriages passed through the streets, and he was like a king patrolling his territory.

The beautiful unicorn, which represents purity but also foreshadows death, pulls his cart and leads the newly appointed Son of Light through the streets of the city. The knights of light are his guardians.

In the other direction of this bright area, the saintly lady was also driving a carriage, and the two of them came facing each other.

The believers here looked at their noble Son and Saint with respect, and watched the gorgeous and holy carriages and horses passing in front of them.

Both sides.

Wright and the Saint spoke almost at the same time, saying in the same pious and warm tone, "The Lord will bless you."

They dipped olive branches in the blessed holy water before them to pass on God's blessings to their believers.

The bright light fell on their faces, as if all the filth had nowhere to hide.

Wright's performance was perfect.

Even though he was seriously injured, he showed such ease.

His smile is convincing.

Where did such a mysterious smile come from?

He seemed to have had a dream of silvery light. The man in the dream smiled mysteriously and gracefully, so he got a revelation.

In the tall church sanctuary, the Pope stood on the huge square in front of the Blessed Sacrament and had a panoramic view of everything in the city.

He looked at his two extremely outstanding children, holding his noble scepter, and said with satisfaction to the cardinal beside him, "Lute, they are really admirable children."

Root bowed slightly and echoed, "Yes. Mr. Pope, you have such an outstanding child."

If nothing else goes wrong, one of the new Holy Sons or Holy Virgins will become the final Pope.

People with the brightest power are always so respected in the Holy See.

This means that they are people whom their Lord is willing to protect.

Their carriages and horses passed by each other, and the two sons of light smiled at each other, and both showed humility to each other.

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