Pastor's Tantra

Of course, Aleister did not use the Charming Kiss on him - not to mention that she could not accept kissing a man at all, and as proud as Aleister was, she looked down on this little minion who had just touched the second energy level.

Once the blood servant has not been sucked blood by the other party for a long time, the desire to be sucked blood by the other party will become stronger.

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And if the other party sucks blood, this state of unsatisfied desire will immediately turn into satisfaction... otherwise it will become unbearable emptiness.

In order to make up for this emptiness, they will even beg their masters to suck their blood. For this, they can continue to pay the price and give their wealth to the other party as much as possible.

——Unless the Moon Child wants to use this state to seriously injure him or his other important relatives; or ask the other party to make unacceptable property and body sacrifices——The degree of this "unbearable" varies from person to person and is related to personal views on money and morality.

For those who are stingy enough, perhaps even one gold coin is unacceptable; and for some people who are already dissolute, even if they ask the other party to use their body to make money for them, they will not remove the charm chain.

It is not without precedent that the blood slave wakes up and escapes from the Moon Child.

But generally speaking, the charm chain is removed, and then suddenly realizes what they have done.

And the boy in front of him, who looks only sixteen or seventeen years old, escaped from his master without removing the charm chain at all.

Aleister has never heard of such a precedent——This means that he has been enduring the extreme emptiness of unsatisfied charm, and this emptiness can even drive a determined knight crazy.

Then it is obvious why this phenomenon of loss of control of reason happened to him.

"Are there no blood slaves who have removed the charm chain?"

Aleister chuckled and shook his head with some pity: "How dare you? Do you think you can escape?"

And this sentence fell on Dimit's heart like a bolt from the blue.

In an instant, he understood many doubts-

Why Paul, who is obviously just an orphan, knows so many secrets... He knows the surnames of various nobles, but he doesn't even know the name of the mayor of the City of Knowledge.

Why Paul also knows the characteristics and personalities of various noble families, as well as most of the black materials that are half true and half false...Why is he so resistant and hateful to those nobles, and full of distrust.

Dimitri thought that this was because Paul had been hanging around the streets for a long time and got information from underground gangs.

And now he knows-it turns out that the other party is actually a blood slave!

This makes Dimitri shudder.

Everyone in Xingti knows that no matter how normal a blood slave looks on the outside, he has actually become a monster in his heart.

They can spend almost all their wealth for their masters, and can also deceive or kidnap other people their masters like and turn them into blood slaves at the request of their masters. In addition, not to mention those blood slaves who help their masters to kill, rob, and defraud... Although blood slaves will wake up when their lives are threatened, this characteristic also makes them very easy to be left alone and killed.

It can be said that at least half of the various unrests in Xingti... are caused by various blood slaves.

Unless you can find a priest of the same level to dispel this curse... or suddenly wake up and break free from the shackles. Otherwise, the duration of this curse will be permanent.

——But how can Xingti have so many priests?

It is difficult for them, the civilians, to contact the few priests. Even if they can contact the priests, the other party may not be as strong as the Moon Son who casts the curse.

Even if such a person can be found, it is difficult for people to kidnap the blood slaves who are trying their best to resist.

As long as their masters tell them to "stay away from the church and priests as much as possible", they will regard those who try to take them to the church as enemies who want to murder them.

Dimitri hesitated subconsciously... because according to his understanding of Paul, Paul was probably a blood slave when he met him.

But he didn't know whether the other party became friends with him by his own will... or approached him under the "master's order"? How much of his behavior was from his own heart? And did he want to use him to hide his identity?

But he just hesitated a little and stood up.

He didn't dare to resist the noble lady, so he knelt down, held Paul's shoulders, and shook his body hard: "Wake up, Paul! Wake up... Do you want to suck blood? You can suck my blood..."

Dimitri didn't know what a blood slave was, but he tried his best to help with his short-sighted knowledge as a poor man.

His words even made Aleister laugh.

"Blood slaves don't need to suck blood, little guy."

The black-haired beautiful girl who looked a few years younger than him just chuckled and then kicked him away gently.

She lifted Paul's chin with her foot, causing his eyes to glow with fascination, and his pupils, which had been completely dilated, were focused on her.

This was already a deep state of fascination. It was not formed once or twice... but from long-term blood sucking.

"He looks average."

Aleister commented.

Of course, this is from her aesthetic point of view. Objectively speaking, this black-haired boy with some freckles can also be called handsome... However, for Aleister, who is surrounded by handsome men and beautiful women, this can only be regarded as the average level of his classmates in the seminary.

"Who is your master?"

Aleister asked.

"Please suck my blood, master..."

Paul did not answer, but just murmured foolishly.

Aleister thought about it and changed the question: "When did you start following him?"

"Suck my blood, please, master..."

Paul begged.

Aleister raised his eyebrows and realized what Paul wanted to do.

——He couldn't contain his charm state, so he wanted to cover the charm lock on himself by "changing a master".

"... Ha."

She suddenly laughed: "I don't believe it..."

As she said, a card suddenly appeared between her fingers.

Dimitri didn't see the pattern on the card clearly... But from the size, it seemed like a tarot card.

But then, the card suddenly turned into a red halo and disappeared.

Then, an intoxicating fragrance began to spread in the room.

Almost in an instant - Dimitri felt his consciousness gradually melted... the whole world seemed to be pulled away. He couldn't tell what the fragrance was, and the lack of words in his mind could only describe it as "Fuck, it smells good."

In this confused state, he vaguely heard intermittent inquiries:

"... Who are you...?"

"We are... students of the Psychic Tower."

In comparison, Paul's voice was clearer.

"What are you... doing... here..."

Hearing this question, Dimitri's heart tightened.

He vaguely realized that this question must not be said - but he didn't want to stop the other party's inquiry at all, nor did he want to stop Paul's response.

An extremely urgent desire to be rewarded and praised made him answer directly: "The professor asked us to spread the reagent into the sea on the high seas."

"Why?"

Finally, "she" turned her face to him, and her voice became clear instantly.

It was the face that reminded him of the Supreme Goddess - even if he couldn't see it clearly, he felt that it was the ultimate beauty.

In order to please the other party, he was willing to do his best.

"I don't know what it is, but the professor asked us to keep it secret. It is said that it is to study ocean currents and the migration of marine life..."

"You necromancers also study oceanography?"

The other party's mocking voice sounded.

But Dimiter was ashamed, but he really couldn't provide more information.

However, at this moment, Paul suddenly said: "It is actually to study the accumulation of a chronic toxin in the food chain that can transform organisms into undead.

"-My master participated in this experiment. "

He successfully said something unfavorable to his master.

Aleister smiled with satisfaction.

She did have a way to help the other party get rid of this state... The dispelling mode of the flame butterfly can play this role. However, exposing one's ability to dispel is not a good thing.

But after all, isn't charm also a kind of charm?

What kind of charm can compare to the real "charming aura"?

-Under the coverage of the real succubus aura, these weak charms will be destroyed and disintegrated in an instant!