Quick Transmigration: The Host Is Sweeter Than Sugar

The already pale skin looked even whiter under the cold white moonlight, with silver hair and red eyes, not as beautiful as a real person.

He thought almost flatly.

Other bats...what good?

Ugly and weak.

He could die with one finger.

When she got to the castle, he had to correct her aesthetics.

And it made her realize that bats can't be raised casually.

One is enough.

and……

Thinking of the light blue pattern on the girl's fingertips, the man with a sparse expression slightly hooked his pale lips.

Anyway, it is impossible for her to raise other bats now.

The powerful and indifferent His Royal Highness lay back in the coffin in a good mood.

Although his seal has been loosened by a small amount, it has not been completely lifted.

This awakening is because the soul was invaded by too much light power when the contract was concluded, and it had to return to the body and transfer the power to the confrontation with the contract in the body.

As the first generation, Simmons is not afraid of the power of light.

But the second and third generations under him will be more or less afraid.

As for the lowest blood clan.

It is completely unable to contact the sun, and eternal life can only live in the dark and boundless night.

When the Pope sealed him, he took advantage of this.

Turn all the power of light into a seal and seal him.

Only the power of light can break this seal.

However, apart from him, no one in the blood family can touch the power of light unscathed.

Moreover, if everyone didn't know how to lift the seal, they would definitely hide him in the depths of the castle, not giving the people of the Holy See any chance to get close to him.

. . . no solution at all.

Simmons didn't take the Pope's seal to heart.

For him, life was too long and uninteresting.

Whether it is alive or not is not a very so-called thing.

Even after being sealed, he found that his soul could turn into a bat and escape from his body. He just flew around slowly and lazily, mostly resting on the coffin where his body was stored.

until--

He heard a voice.

...

The next day, everyone in the team found that there was a small bat swaying beside them all the time, and occasionally fell on the shoulders of one of the girls, and was pushed away by the girl with disgust.

After repeating it a few times, the little bat didn't fall, and just flew beside her silently.

For some reason, the girls always feel a little wronged from it...

Wronged?

The girls looked at each other.

I don't know why I suddenly had such a strange thought.

The first reaction of the people of the Holy See when they saw the bat was to kill it with light spells.

However, what surprised them was that no matter what spell they used, after the spell fell on the bat, it was like a drop of water falling into the boundless ocean, and there was no reaction at all.

Some people who don't believe in evil simply prepare to grab it.

The little bat glanced at him slantingly, patted the bat's wings and flew away leisurely.

Before leaving, he stepped on his face.

People from the Holy See, "..."

damn it.

Why is it so difficult to deal with even a bat these days?

Therefore, when a soldier came to ask, they just replied with a calm expression.

"It's just a low-level blood race, don't care."

The soldiers did not suspect him, and led the order to retreat.

People who don't know the Holy See are madly cursing in their hearts.