Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

Listening to the little guy's little abacus, and looking at the duckling in the pink diamond necklace, which had already noticed his actions and was looking at him helplessly, Clarence couldn't help shaking his head and laughing.

This silly girl has so little confidence in him, and so worried about him.

Thinking about it, Clarence lowered his exquisite eyes and pondered for a while.

But he raised his eyebrows and smiled slightly, then quickly bowed his head down.

"...!"

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

But in the next second, she felt that familiar rust-like strong breath blooming again...

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

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

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

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

After watching for a long time, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Good night."

He smiled and kissed her again.

Get up and leave, disappearing into this dense night.

...

On the other side, in the Grand Palace of Los Angeles.

Franke, who had finished interrogating Marbury overnight, had just returned to his lounge when he suddenly saw a small round and furry shadow standing by the window.

"Goo~ Goo~"

The little fur ball cooed a few times, and Franka realized it now, couldn't help smiling, and walked forward.

"It was you, little owl of 'York'."

The man smiled, and took off a thick brown paper bag from the back of the pure black fat owl.

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

After sending the fat owl away, Franke quickly sat down at the desk with the paper bag and carefully opened it.

Inside the paper bag was a stack of parchment filled with words.

It was the Archbishop Namarbury who followed the cathedral and the words of the gods to brainwash many believers crazily, and recorded the illegally collected high "offering money" in the accounts.

After reading these records, Franka's eyes lit up, and she couldn't help laughing out loud.

Very good.

With these things, he will be able to justifiably convict Marbury and others... and even more so, he will have sufficient reasons to make the New Ross Kingdom draw a clear line from the theocratic pope!

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

His eyes subconsciously looked out the window, looking at the dense night.

"You've done me a great favor again, York."

He smiled softly, but seemed to think of something, and his eyes froze.

Speaking of which, when Marbury was interrogated just now, the "vampire" he kept yelling to catch seemed to be the Duke of York.

Of course, he is not unheard of about the legend of the Duke of York.

Thinking of this, Franke was taken aback for a moment, but smiled lowly, and shook her head in a self-consciously absurd way.

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

But, it should just be a coincidence.

How could there be any vampires in the world?

Take ten thousand steps back, even if there is, the Duke of York is actually a member of the Capet dynasty, so how could he provide him with the most favorable information at that time to help him successfully capture Fernand IV and restore him? What about Ross?