The Black Knight and the White Beast did not raise any questions about this sudden order. They were already used to the princess's sudden and capricious decisions, and she must have her reasons. "Speaking of which, why aren't you leaving yet?" After deciding on the next course of action, Artelucci turned around and looked at the boy who had been standing in the shadows silently. At first, she thought the person on the other side was scared silly, but five minutes had passed and the person on the other side was still like a silent stone statue, which aroused her interest. "I don't know where to go..." Hearing this, the young man slightly clenched the blood-stained purse, raised his head silently and said: "And..." "I want to follow you..." "Oh?" "Interesting..." Heiji was slightly stunned, and then she felt amused. She tilted her head and said, "Unfortunately, I don't really like to expand my power... and this is not my territory." She stretched out her hand, tapped her white arm, and suddenly said, "But... it's not impossible. You can resist suggestion and have good willpower... Give me a drop of your blood, and I can help you make a contract. Then take the money and go northwest. There are many subordinates of Lord White Wing over there. I guess many dead apostles will be interested in you."
"Come on, little guy." "Revenge is always the most powerful motivation." One of them, Heiji thought lightly with a smile in her eyes. She felt that this young man had great potential, but she did not like this revenge-driven approach. To be more precise, such people often had extreme personalities and the ability to cause trouble. Especially since her faction had always been very scattered, without her leading it, this person was obviously more suitable for the White Wing Duke's side. Well, just aid the enemy. Anyway, the church is the biggest enemy now. But it's really ridiculous. Altluchi raised her head and looked at the bright moonlight. Since when did even the Dead Apostles become worth following? Is there something wrong with this world, or is there something wrong with you? Holy Church. …… Only the devil would go to Washkut! A few days later, Victor was walking quietly on the streets of a small town, complaining bitterly in his heart. Looking at the peaceful and silent night, he couldn't help but feel great again for his wisdom. Haha, I didn’t expect that! I've come full circle! I'm back again! Hello, Serbia! Walking on the street, Victor was actually a little helpless. The original detour plan seemed to have been leaked. But fortunately, he had guessed this when he let that family go, and he made plans directly. The detour was for convenience, but if the detour was inconvenient, he would re-enter Serbia, cross the country directly, and head east as quickly as possible. Humph, at that time, a large number of church members would think that he had fled Serbia, and would waste a lot of manpower and resources on searches around the Hungarian border!
Jumping back and forth, this wave, that wave, he is in the atmosphere. The night enveloped the quiet town. Victor casually pushed open a plaque with faint signs of magic and a suggestive magic, similar to the door of a bar that could drive away idlers. Although it was a bar, in the late 1980s, and in a small border town, it was more like a tavern with a few more sofas. There were very few people, but this was normal. After all, even though Apatin was already a fairly large city, in the sparsely populated West, the population of a small border town was less than tens of thousands. And among these tens of thousands of people, there were even fewer wild magicians... The Magicians' Association doesn't bother to take care of such places, but it is precisely because of this that magicians' taverns, trading places for wild magicians, can be opened. Victor walked through the long corridor, pushed open two antique wooden doors again, and came to "Cocoli", a bar filled with darkness and laughter. This is the name of the bar. In this kind of bar, the most popular thing is not ordinary alcohol, but the alcoholic drinks mixed with various magical powers on the bar and the private... body fluid transactions, which is also what Victor has been looking for recently. Due to his blood-sucking urge, Victor has actually become quite familiar with entering and exiting such places and doing business in recent days, and has even begun to get used to it. However, compared to the depressing underground black market and the various cautious wild magicians he had visited in the past, the magicians here seemed to be having more fun for some reason, and the atmosphere was more cheerful. He couldn't help but be infected by the atmosphere. The high mental tension for a week made him suddenly want to relax, even... The Bubu Mo is also excellent. Victor thought very rationally and calmly. Although relying on blood to replenish magic power is the most convenient way, the "black blood" obtained through trading is obviously limited. Large-scale black market transactions, even at the level of taverns, are hard to come by without channels. Not to mention that in the small towns he passed by along the way, he only encountered one black market, and there was no blood for sale... On the contrary, the business of selling magic power has given rise to another profession. Magician Swallow. Yes, although some bodily fluids of male magicians might be difficult for wild magicians to accept, another form of magic replenishment, the gluing of female magicians is more popular. As for wild magicians, their concepts are quite different from those of traditional magicians. Indulging desires is obviously not a very strange thing. Just outrageous. For the first time, Victor felt that those high-handed people, including the original owner himself, who looked down on wild magicians... had reason. In the end, he had no other choice but was in a hurry to travel, so he finally successfully "persuaded" a down-and-out wild magician to make a "deal" with him that was relatively pleasant for both parties. However, in order to maintain a high frequency of familiars on alert and the map along the way, a decrease in magic power is inevitable. On the whole, natural recovery cannot keep up with consumption, and the consumption of magic power will further enhance the thirst for blood. So, if there is a chance to have a better way to replenish mana, Victor doesn't mind - to experience the beauty of the swallow too? Anyway, he wasn't a virgin in his previous life. Thinking of this, Victor ordered a glass of wine and sat quietly on the sofa. With an indifferent attitude and too lazy to take the initiative, he quietly thought about his future plans - to be honest, he did not plan to stay in the country he once belonged to. After all, in the late 1980s, although that country had passed the most chaotic era, the road ahead would surely be smooth sailing and enter a channel of rapid development. However, it was still nearly 30 years away from its rise. Of course, perhaps the rapid development of economic construction means a window period. If this were an ordinary world, Victor would definitely not let it go. However, now he is a magician and a Dead Apostle. As a target of hostility by most people, Victor thinks he should continue to torture the Japanese people who are living a good life. Thinking of this, Victor shrank his body slightly, allowing himself to be in the shadow of the light as much as possible. This would give him a greater sense of security during the long pursuit. But no matter what, although Victor tried to be as low-key as possible, he was still so handsome that even Brad could appreciate him. Moreover, without the bonus of magic stimulation and the night color, the passive effect of the midnight windbreaker would be very weak. Soon, a female magician with a decent appearance and who seemed a little bored, stared at him, smoothed her hair and sat beside him. "Hi, would you mind buying me a drink?" Victor raised his eyes at the unfamiliar and difficult language. This was a magician whose magic flow was not very obvious. He was not very old either, and looked to be about 23 or 24 years old, which was exactly one of the most beautiful ages for girls. The magic power is not very sufficient, obviously, this is not a good "exchange" partner, but...
In order to learn as much information as possible, and because he had not communicated with anyone for a long time, he suppressed his rationality, thought about the language in his mind, and said in German: "Of course, please feel free. Are you Croatian?" The Serbian and Croatian languages are not much different, but due to international reasons, some minor differences have arisen after independence. Victor now almost has PTSD about Croatia, so he almost immediately felt a sense of familiarity as a reflex. As for whether the other party can understand it... Victor doesn't think that as a magician, the other party will not understand German. Putting aside the fact that magicians can learn multiple languages quickly through magic, if one wants to obtain systematic magician knowledge in Europe, then one must learn the languages of several necessary countries, such as Germany and the United Kingdom, which has always wanted to leave the EU... And it was indeed the case. The female magician was slightly stunned and said in surprise in a slightly unskilled German: "Oh, my God, you can actually hear it, but you must not be Croatian, right?" Nonsense, Victor raised his eyebrows, the other party's difficult German made him feel a little awkward, but the other party's obedience to his language habits was an obvious expression of obedience, well... so skilled, Victor thought, but his interest in her decreased. As expected, if he really doesn't care about the other person's magic power reserves and instead focuses on having fun, he would still prefer some... at least someone with a distinct personality and who is more interesting, right? Well, let’s chat and get some information. Victor smiled and whispered, "Obviously not. I can tell because I have a deep impression of Croatia. It is a beautiful place." Having said that, to be honest, he now has a really bad impression of the countries near Italy. He was being chased and had nowhere to go, so he had no mood to care about the scenery around him. However, talking about hometowns can often quickly bring people closer together, and soon, the female magician quickly moved closer to Serbia as they chatted with each other. However, the two of them had a tacit understanding and never asked each other's name. "Speaking of which, beautiful lady, the joy of tonight is somewhat incredible." Victor looked at the slightly tipsy woman and chuckled, "I traveled all the way from Germany to here, and I always feel that the atmosphere here is particularly warm. Even magicians are not on guard against each other. Do you know why?" "Actually, this place isn't that great, it's just that the security has been particularly good these past few days... So, do you want to be happier?" Her little hand had already begun to stroke down from Victor's chest. When she was about to reach Victor's high ground, Victor suddenly changed his posture, crossed his legs, and chuckled to her astonishment, "Then why is it so good?" "You bad guy." The woman was stunned for a moment, then quickly smiled and said, "It's not a big deal. In fact, you should know it later. Recently, people from the church will conduct regular inspections..." “Regular inspections…of church…people?” Upon hearing this, the smile on Victor’s lips froze slightly and gradually faded. "Yes." The woman's hands were still touching around, but Victor's heart suddenly sank as she spoke: "I heard that a big shot from the Cathedral Church has come. He seems to be a cardinal named Father Ulysses of Mercy..." Father Ulysses of Mercy? Victor's heart sank. He had never heard of this name, but since he had used his title, it meant that he was definitely one of the top people in the church, and... And it’s not Geserbarune or Talvis! It’s another third party that I haven’t heard of! …Why are you here? Or, why could you guess that he would come here? Victor had completely lost interest. Just as he was about to stand up and leave, he heard a click. The lively dance floor of the bar suddenly became silent. A priest wearing a black priest's uniform and holding a holy book walked into the bar. He glanced around quietly, and suddenly, his deep eyes met Victor's face. Damn! "Hmm? A new traveler..." Ulysses did not see through Victor's disguise, but he saw it at a glance...: "You seem to have the breath of a curse... You need God's mercy..." Not determined. Very good, it seems that my mystery and magic power are still of some use.
Victor calmed down quickly and thought about what to do. First of all, the other party didn't recognize him, and the woman had said before that it was a regular patrol... In other words, maybe he was overthinking it, and the other party wasn't really coming for him? After all, Victor did not sense any overly strong magical fluctuations in the other party's body, but the knight behind the other party felt quite powerful. However, this is normal. Priests and nuns, even on the inside, are often logistics personnel. Even many priests are just ordinary people who know a part of the mystery. However, in this situation, the only person who came was this priest whose identity was unknown. If he was really targeted at him, then the other party would be in danger. How could a cardinal in a high position put himself in such a dangerous situation? Thinking of this, Victor breathed a sigh of relief and his tone became calmer. "Thanks, but I don't think I need it." He shook his head first, then let the woman go, leaving a wad of money behind, and prepared to leave with his head down. However, at this moment, the other party naturally stretched out his hand, blocked Victor's way and smiled softly: "Look at what you said..." “The Lord said, you need it.” "so……" "It's better to accept the church's kindness." "After all, my Lord is so merciful." Chapter 31, Blood Conversion Douglas The holy book in his hand turned pages automatically, and his voice was low, with a hint of comfort. "All peoples, listen to my words..." "All the inhabitants of this world should listen attentively..." "No matter how high or low..." As he spoke, the spell in the holy book was also activated by the other party. Golden spiritual light began to flash and slowly rose along with his voice. At that moment, under Victor's hood, his face was colorful for a moment. This technique looks so damn familiar to Victor! Almost every investigator, priest, and even agent in the church can sing such a song. [Baptismal hymn]! The most powerful and representative technique of the Holy Church, it is also the most targeted technique for spirits and exorcism in the world today! Although, your title is the fucking pitiful priest. Although, there seems to be nothing wrong with Father Mercy forcing himself to be merciful... But you, the Lord, taught you this? ! ! You're using the damn exorcism curse, without thinking twice, to just start with a baptism chant? ! ! Thinking of this, Victor wanted to immediately throw his hand back with a baptism chant to prove his innocence. You know, the secret system is actually not that difficult. If you don't count the high-level secrets that require the integration of "divine magic" inspired by piety and faith, he can now learn the baptism chant through the skill system.
Only a part of the source crystal is consumed. But, the ritual of the Baptism Chant... to be honest, it has almost no other function except to "disperse" spirits as a means of sublimation, and to "burn" the natural spirits of the Dead Apostles as a means of purification, so that they can completely "rest in peace"! It does not have any physical attack capability against the world itself, but it has great power against spirits and fantasy species, in short... Anti-Spirit Special Attack! You are such a jerk!! However, compared to the Old Church which is extremely harsh, hostile and even hunting towards magicians, although the Protestant Church is also hostile to magicians, it is much more tolerant in its style. This can be seen from the fact that this bar has been able to exist until now under the nose of the cardinal. Obviously, this pitiful priest is more than just "pitiful". And quite... "tolerant".