The thin morning light penetrates the mist and spreads in this big city with a population of one million.
Thanks to the publicity in newspapers and churches, all residents know that the Patriarch of the Holy Spirit Church will give a great speech on the "Marshal's Podium" this afternoon.
As for how to define greatness?
The believers didn't know it. They were pious and just decorated the shops and streets as much as they could, and even held several parades to show their piety and support their Pope.
Of course, the square where the podium is located is limited in area and can only accommodate about 50,000 people at most, so most believers are unable to go to the square in person to listen to the Holy Father’s sermons.
And those who are truly upper class, as well as aristocrats and self-proclaimed elites, must have a place in the square.
It is said that even His Majesty the King, Arthur VI, will come to the scene in person.
Presumably, the scale of today's speech square must be unprecedented. Once something happens, it will definitely be a major event that will be recorded in history!
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House of Baron Jacques.
"Honey...what do you think of me wearing this dress?"
Although she is nearly 40 years old, the Baroness is still graceful and graceful. She stands in front of the floor-length mirror and tries on dresses one after another.
The speech is scheduled for the afternoon, but it always takes a long time for women to pick out clothes and put on makeup.
One morning may not be enough.
On this important date, Baron Jacques, who had a position in the palace and was in charge of the king's cloakroom, naturally went to the Mithra Palace early to serve his monarch, so he was not at home.
The only ones at home are Metana Jacques and the tutor Sander, who has ulterior motives.
"not bad……"
Metana answered perfunctorily and looked at Sander.
The supervisor of the 'Blood Club' was sitting carelessly in her father's seat, with a playful expression and undisguised desire in his eyes.
It seems that just after that adult took the initiative to send him to the investigation bureau, this guy's attitude became more and more arrogant day by day.
And Metana has heard some very horrifying news recently, about the attack on the Bureau of Investigation...
"Madam, you look so beautiful no matter what you wear..."
Sander smiled and complimented, then looked at Metana: "Metana... I should have taught you that you must dress up to show your nobility... Well, as your etiquette teacher, I want your dress today.
Personally selected for you.”
He clapped his hands, and a maid immediately brought him a very gaudy and revealing dress.
'Damn... not even the meanest dancer would dress so revealingly.'
Metana cursed in her mind: 'This Sander's taste... is simply terrible, and he doesn't understand the aesthetics of the aristocracy at all.'
She put on a forced smile on her face: "I want to try other styles."
Sander frowned: "Metana... you seem to be disobeying my will more and more recently."
Metana's heart was beating wildly!
Since being purified by the 'Moro Gate God', she has long been relieved of the 'blood contract' on her body, and her behavior in some matters is more biased towards her true self.
Unexpectedly, Xander was not a fool, and he had already begun to doubt himself!
She forced out a smile: "Even though I have drank the blood, I am only asked to keep it secret... I can still act according to my own preferences."
"Yes, yes..."
Xander nodded repeatedly, and his voice became very soft: "But... I was just promoted last night... I can't control my abilities for a while... Why do I feel that your heartbeat and blood flow rate have become faster?"
Metana's pupils narrowed and she subconsciously held her diamond necklace.
The spell belonging to 'Red' will be activated immediately.
However, the next moment, she had to stop, with a look of horror on her face.
Because there was a revolver in Sander's hand, and the dark gun muzzle was aimed at her: "Ah... at close range, the abilities of low-level extraordinary people are actually not as useful as firearms!"
His expression was playful, his eyes passed over the bewildered maid and baroness, and he stared at Metana: "Your reaction tells me that you really have a problem. What are you hiding?"
Metana gritted her teeth, feeling that her experience was still too little.
He actually showed his flaws as soon as he was threatened by the other party.
"Baroness, please tie up your daughter and I will torture her." A sinister smile appeared on Sander's face: "This is to keep it secret!"
As soon as the word 'confidential' was mentioned, the Baroness's expression became extremely difficult.
Finally, she whispered to the maid: "Go get the rope...and don't tell anyone about what you saw, otherwise there will be an extra corpse in the Dosom River tomorrow!"
"Yes...ma'am!"
The maid trembled and left the room.
The Baroness does not behave like a qualified lady and mother at all. This is because she has been distorted by the 'blood contract'.
She has regarded 'keeping secrets' as her highest goal and pursuit, and she did not hesitate to distort her own humanity for this purpose.
Metana looked at her mother and seemed to hear the cry of her heart and her helpless despair.
"Damn it, I will definitely kill you, I swear!"
She looked at Xander and shouted loudly.
"I was about to give a speech, but something like this happened... Fortunately, today is already the 29th, and everything is irreversible."
Sander looked at Metana's angry face with a smile: "Be as resentful as you like, if that is useful... there is no need to worry about other things anymore, I will love you very much!"
"Madam, here comes the rope."
The maid in a black and white maid uniform came in, her voice seemed a little out of tune because of fear, and she was holding a bundle of hemp rope in her hand.
"lady……"
Sander enjoyed this process very much. The gun was still pointed at Maytana vigilantly, and he motioned to the Baroness to tie up her daughter herself.
"I……"
The baroness had tears in her eyes, but her hand took the rope involuntarily.
Suddenly, she looked at the maid's face, with a puzzled expression on her face: "You... aren't you?"
Snap!
The maid suddenly stretched out her hand, and the shadow turned into a long black whip, which hit Sander's wrist holding the revolver!
His expression changed, showing pain, and the gun in his hand flew far away.
"What I hate the most is scum like you."
Lily shouted, a dagger appeared in her hand, and with a thrust, it came to Xander.
"slow!"
Outside the door, a word in the spirit language sounded, and along with it a spell was thrown near Sander.
"Are you okay?"
Jessetta broke in, covered the mouth of the Baroness who was about to scream, and looked at Metana.
After escaping from the investigation bureau, they got in touch with Metana, and with the latter's help, they lurked in Baron Jacques' house. Now they are just in time to deal with emergencies!