Trafford’s Trading Club

After a night's rest.

In the room, the black armor started from Lamia's collar, leaving from the middle piece by piece, and then shrank back piece by piece towards the back of the neck, and finally only a piece of fingernail size was left attached to the back of the neck. of lumps.

She stretched out her hands to touch her abdomen and ribs. There was a look of relief on her face, but it soon turned serious.

"The armor has repaired itself, and thanks to Eve's surgery, I used the healing techniques built into the armor to almost recover in one go. Now I can carry out high-intensity combat at any time. But..."

It's just that she has attacked Father Stella once. Now depending on the situation, the Holy Church will definitely strengthen its precautions... The corrupted force field that reverses the holy relics has also been exposed. I'm afraid it will be difficult to deal with Vasco, the paladin, next time. There is no such ease.

Of course, Lamias did not think that Vasco would be able to develop a method to combat the fallen force field in such a short period of time... She at least still had a buffer time before the large forces of the Holy Church arrived.

In fact, she wanted to succeed at once, but she never expected that Father Stella would not be affected by the fallen force field at all.

"Could it be that Stella's holy power is a mutated holy power, so it is not affected by the force field..."

Lamias' thoughts changed rapidly. If this guess was closer to the truth, then it seemed to explain why the quality of Stella's holy power was so high that it could be said to be the best in the entire Holy Church.

This time, the operation to capture Stella has been exposed. I think the Holy Church will definitely investigate inside. After all, Father Stella lives in seclusion in this seaside town. It is a highly confidential matter of the Holy Church, and not much is known about it.

"It would be fine if this arrest can be successful. If it fails...I am afraid that the secrets that the Order has worked so hard to send into the Holy Church over the years are in danger of being exposed. Once the secrets are exposed, the losses will be incalculable, and I will also be blamed... I'm afraid no one will speak up for me, and it will only be a matter of time before I am sent to Master Pride."

In fact, if Master Pride is more normal, even if he wants to commit himself to Lamias, he will not be too contradictory. The Western world has always been more open about men and women, not to mention that the Black Order is a reverse cross. Naturally, it is different from the Holy Church’s practice of maintaining purity.

What they will achieve is the purity of the heart, the dirty desires will be sublimated in the heart, and the soul will be purified in the moment of baptism.

So Lamias did not resist this act of giving, but Master Pride was an extremely twisted and violent person.

How those girls who were played with and completely lost their qualifications as human beings were sent out and then discarded, Lamias naturally knew... There is no problem in devoting oneself to a powerful being, if one is as humble as this young manor owner. Even better, should we jump into the abyss of purgatory even though we know it is?

At this time, [Eve] knocked on the door and came in with some breakfast.

"You look in good spirits, Miss Lamias."

"Thanks to your superb surgical skills, Miss Eve." Lamias smiled slightly, not taking the matter of pulling out a gun and shooting at Eve seriously at all.

"I'm just following the master's instructions." [Eve] said calmly, then put down her breakfast and was about to turn around and leave.

Lamias suddenly said at this time: "Miss Eve, why is an outstanding woman like you willing to devote yourself here to serve men?"

Lamias is no stranger to the profession of maid. Many rich families in the world have maids, and many of them not only take care of their master's daily life, but also take care of some of their special needs. needs.

It would be fine if he were an ordinary person. It is normal to bow before the ability of money. But the other party is an [inhuman] existence, so he will not give in for simple money.

Lamias could see that this Eve was really humble. As a woman, Lamias had an almost instinctive resistance to this humility.

"You don't know the greatness of the master." [Eve] turned around, shook her head slightly and said, "His existence transcends all limits that you can recognize. Being able to serve the master is my only glory."

Lamias opened her mouth, and the resistance in her heart became more and more intense, but after all, she still wanted from the other party, so she had to suppress the strangeness in her heart.

"We should live for ourselves." She said firmly, "No one has the right to dominate us!"

[Eve]'s eyes suddenly flashed, but she said calmly: "When one day, you can be dominated by the master, you will realize your current ignorance. It's just a pity that according to your current situation, you The possibility of being dominated by the owner is almost zero."

As Lamias listened, she felt that something was wrong... This [inhuman] called Eve might not have been brainwashed into a disease. Why did she listen to her words and dare to feel that she was being dominated? is correct?

Shaking her head, Lamias instantly lost interest in arguing with Eve... She would never be able to wake up the person who pretended to be asleep. Maybe she would have to wait for one day to find out that the owner of the manor, whom she regarded as a god, would also be injured and die. If she is timid in front of other more powerful people, then she will wake up.

"I'm fine." Thinking of this, Lamias said directly: "According to the agreement between me and your master last night, if I want to do it tonight, you can tell him...at six o'clock in the evening , let’s meet in the town square! I still have some things to do first.”

With that said, Lamias walked out directly and left the manor.

She is not afraid that the other party will break their promise and refuse to come. This lack of worry... or even confidence is a mysterious and mysterious feeling.

That guy didn't even care about treasures like the Holy Relic of Reversal. He probably wouldn't break his trust... She thought.

…

…

The town, the church.

Ka Fai, which was still in ruins yesterday, became as good as new again overnight. Except that the paint had not yet dried, it was basically in good condition.

This kind of work efficiency is naturally due to the tireless work of four strong and healthy Paladin reservists. Of course, there is no salary, and they even provide their own materials.

"Stella, it's time to say it."

In the newly tidied church backyard, Father Stella, who was basking in the sun and petting his cat on a beach chair, welcomed the Vasco Shadow.

"What should I say?" the priest asked knowingly.

The veteran paladin suppressed his anger and said: "What happened to your holy power? Why is your holy power not affected by the reversal of the holy relic?"

"Because I am relatively strong." The priest said seriously: "Over the years, I have exercised every day! Ten years ago, I came here as a traveler. A monk from the East learned a set of skills called Chunyang Boy Gong. 》Magical exercise method, as long as you hang a ten kilogram weight on your brother every morning, lunch and night, for half an hour each time, you will definitely get benefits in less than half a year! So don’t look at me at this age Ah, I am still holding up the sky every day!"

I really want to slap this bitch who talks nonsense to death... But everyone is only half-matched. If there is a fight, it is hard to say who will win. But if it is in the fallen force field, there is no doubt that I will be completely defeated, right?

This gave Vasco a vague worry that he couldn't explain clearly.

"Okay, if you don't tell me, I won't force you now." Vasco sighed... Although he had many doubts in his heart, he was at the scene when Stella's holy power broke out. It couldn't be more pure, and this dispelled his secret speculation that Stella might have fallen.

"But from now on, you cannot step out of the church." Vasco said solemnly: "If necessary, I may force you back to the Holy Church headquarters! The target of the Black Order is you, and we cannot let you go. Here, you are always waiting for the people from the Black Order to deal with you!"

Huhu...

With the sound of snoring, the priest had fallen asleep under the umbrella.

Vasco had to shake his head and left with an annoyed look.

…

While Paladin Vasco was irritated in the room, a Paladin reserve hurried over and said something that shocked all the visitors of the Holy Church.

"What? The Twelve Knights of the Knight Agency are here? And they're outside?"

"Yes..." The Paladin reserve who came to inform said nervously: "It seems that the one who came is the clown knight..."

"Joker Knight, Dagonite..." Vasco pondered for a moment, then nodded and said: "I, I will go meet the Twelve Knights of Britain!"

The Holy Knights of the Holy Church and the Twelve Knights of the Round Table have always been topics that are often discussed together in the [inhuman] world... It is nothing more than which side is stronger and which side has more outstanding achievements.

It has always been a 30-70 review. The Holy Church has always had the upper hand until Farrell of Britain came out of the blue a hundred years ago and directly took the title of the strongest knight.

Therefore, it is impossible for Vasco to have a good look in front of Dagonite, and he probably won't have one in the next life.

"Hey, Lord Vasco, long time no see." Dagonit greeted Vasco with an unkind expression like a humble young master, "It has been three years since we last saw each other in the Holy City of the Holy Church, and Lord Vasco is still very charming. Lose it! I heard that the holy knights of the Holy Church often use a kind of sacred oil to smear their bodies for exercise, which can enhance their physical fitness and endurance during fighting. Now it seems that it is true... When can you carry dozens of kilograms to me? , my waist is not working very well recently."

It is true that the Paladin camp of the Holy Church uses a special sesame oil to smear the body of the reservists, but it is used to invigorate the body. But as Vasco listened, he always felt that it was an aboveboard matter. But something suddenly changed, and he snorted coldly, "British clown, what are you doing here?"

Mr. Clown blinked his eyes at this time, and said quietly like a frustrated little daughter-in-law: "Sir Vasco, after all, this is the territory of Britain. Now you are logging in to our country privately without reporting a few Paladin reserves. ... As a security guard, why can’t I even ask questions now? This is not okay. I have to be fair. Why don’t I sneak around the Holy City quietly another day?”

"If you dare to come, don't go back." Vasco sneered.

Farrell is indeed powerful. Although Vasco doesn't say it with his mouth, he knows it in his heart... But it's just Farrell who is strong!

The knighthood of Britain lost Farrell, as if it had no wings. Nowadays, the knight organization is weak, and most of the Twelve Round Tables are newcomers who have been trained in the past ten years, with insufficient background. The Holy Church does not regard it as a threat at all...it just maintains this superficial courtesy.

There are many churches in Britain, and the influence of the Holy Church has long penetrated into them.

"Then I'd better not go." The clown knight shrank his neck and said: "After all, the pension in our country is not high, so there is no need to die heroically."

How can he be as virtuous as that bitch Stella?

Vasco was stunned, and then said calmly: "I just traveled around the country with a few Paladin reserves to train them... Passing here, I accidentally discovered the sinners of the Black Order, so some conflicts occurred. But we I will take care of it myself and won’t bother the Knight Agency. Don’t worry, we will leave after things here are taken care of.”

"That's just right!" Dagonit suddenly said with a smile at this time: "It seems that I have good luck... I am on a business trip here to investigate the affairs of the Black Order. It just so happens that Lord Vasco and you are going to deal with the guys from the Order here. ...I’m committed to the Holy Church’s thigh! I’ll stay here tonight!”

"What, you want to move in?"

"No, I have brought all my luggage!" Mr. Clown pointed at the suitcase behind him, "I have always admired the culture of the Holy Church... By the way, I heard that the Holy Church's benefits are very good, and becoming a Paladin reserve is also a good idea. Is it true that I am accompanied by a female college student? If it is true, then I will apply as an international student! Mr. Vasco, are you interested in ferrying me back? In fact, my grandmother’s cousin is also a devout believer. I also have faith in me!”

Damn it!

Are these really the Twelve Knights of the Round Table who uphold the virtues of chivalry?

Why did the Queen of Britain look so serious when she came to the Holy Capital for a state visit three years ago?

"Lord Vasco?"

Seeing the twelve knights of the knight organization walking towards the church with great interest, several paladins were either ready to stop him or not, but they immediately looked at him in embarrassment.

Vasco frowned, thought for a while and said, "Go and arrange a room for him... This is Britain's territory after all, so we must give him some face."

"Okay! I'll go right away!" The young reserve paladin nodded.