"My lord, where is Lily's house?"
In the sky above, Duke Nicholas turned his head and looked at Zhao Fan beside him with horrified eyes. As a vampire, what he fears most is the Holy See of Light, especially the red archbishop, let alone a duke. Even if the prince comes, he doesn't dare to confront him head-on. Only those with very different realms can have hope. After all, he is his innate nemesis.
"Don't panic."
Zhao Fan said calmly: "The two red archbishops and the priests below cannot see us."
At the same time, he lowered his head and looked down at the courtyard below, thinking that the Pope of Light had woken up and found that Lily was missing, so he dispatched outsiders to investigate Lily's whereabouts.
It seems that all the previous preparations have been in vain. If Duke Nicholas dares to impersonate, he will be immediately captured and taken back to the Holy Land. On the surface, the disguise is perfect, but apart from the outer skin, he is still a vampire in the final analysis. Don't be anxious to reveal his true form, and risk your life. It's just not worth it.
Now, what Zhao Fan is most worried about is that Lily's family will suffer unreasonable disasters.
Sure enough, at this time, three middle-aged men in black robes walked out of the door, and each of them dragged a person in their hands.
They were a middle-aged man and woman and an old lady with gray hair.
The latter, whose appearance and facial features are all oriental, is exactly the Chinese grandmother Lily said she had.
Lily's father is of mixed race, but is generally the same as a Westerner, except that his hair is pure black.
Zhao Fan opened his Heavenly Eye and looked down.
Immediately a burst of anger rushed into my heart!
Lily's grandma has lost her breath, and her parents are on the verge of death, only half breathing!
How much hatred is there?
Zhao Fan's fingers cracked loudly, he jumped up and fell down from the air.
"Lord, do you want me to go?" Nicholas asked in a panic.
"Need not."
Zhao Fan's message fell into his ears, "Look forward to it, you will be able to enjoy a feast of light later."
"Light...Feast of Light?"
Nikolai's eyes flashed green when he heard this. Doesn't that mean that he was ordered to suck blood?
He had witnessed how powerful the Lord was on the night of the Blood Clan catastrophe, so he was not worried at all that he would die as a soul slave if the other party fell.
So, the blood of Marshall and Burrows and so many priests...
"It's all mine!"
Nicholas's eyes became more and more fiery. If he refined these blood sources, his promotion to the prince would be a sure thing!
…
next moment.
In the courtyard of Lily's house, a slightly thin young figure suddenly appeared in front of the house, blocking the three priests. He commanded in a tone that could not be refused: "Put the person down."
"who?"
"Who are you!"
Many priests looked at the Eastern youth descending from the sky, and they all showed vigilance.
The expressions of Marshall and Burrows were also extremely solemn, because when the other party appeared, they did not notice any movement or omen, and their strength was definitely not weak!
"This Eastern friend, I don't know why you are here? Our Holy See of Light is on a mission."
Marshall asked in a low voice. Because the night was already dark, he didn't see the plain-looking face too clearly. He just felt it was vaguely familiar, but couldn't remember where he had seen anything similar.
"Oh? Mission?"
Zhao Fan pointed expressionlessly at the family of three dragged by the three priests, and asked calmly: "What kind of mission is it that requires beating a helpless old man to death? And the other two people can also be beaten to death at any time. will die."
"We are purging apostates."
Burrows looked at Zhao Fan arrogantly and said righteously: "As for the specific details, I have no comment."
"Ah."
