After the guards turned and left, the Pope stood in the darkness and closed his eyes.
The light was refracted by the colorful glass window tops, as if the entire church was bathed in holy light. However, in the corridor, the man in white robes stood in the shadows, his expression bright and dim.
There is a filthy atmosphere that is inconsistent with the church.
…
The room at this time.
Mias sat on the bed, holding a book of teachings sent by the guard in his hand, and slowly read through it.
Gardena walked around the room curiously, pinching her braid with her fingers in boredom.
After inspecting the territory, the little girl reluctantly nodded to express satisfaction, and then curiously looked at the person beside the bed.
“Can reciting this doctrine really communicate with God?”
Mias made a movement and closed the teachings.
"cannot."
Perhaps many years ago, the Pope really had the ability to communicate with God, but as people's faith gradually weakened, the priesthood became no longer a priesthood.
The current teachings have long been beyond recognition, not to mention that this book was found from nowhere, and the pages are still moist.
He lowered his eyes, his pale golden eyelashes trembling, and there was an inexplicable aura of brokenness.
Gardenia couldn't see any expression on that face, but she could guess the current situation, so she raised her chin and announced to herself.
"It doesn't matter. They don't believe in you and me. I will protect you from now on."
Why can God only love the world even if he is abandoned?
The little girl curled her lips, feeling that this was not a god, but someone who was clearly taken advantage of.
Mias was silent for a moment, as if it was the first time he heard such words, and looked at her slightly blankly.
He touched his heart with his fingertips and pursed his lips.
Here we go again...that feeling of not being in control.
Seeing his appearance, Gardenia thought something was wrong with him and subconsciously came over.
"What's wrong?"
Mias didn't answer, he just raised his hand and tugged on his collar, turning his head.
"Don't you want to drink blood?"
Gardenia's eyes were slightly bright, and what she originally wanted to say was immediately forgotten. She only glanced at the white neck reservedly and licked her little fangs.
"Yeah! I want to drink!"
As she spoke, she turned into a bat and flew skillfully into his palm, ready to bite his fingertips.
"..."
Mias lowered his eyes slightly, his voice a little confused.
"Don't you need to bite your neck?"
Her gaze kept falling there, and it wasn't like he didn't feel it. Since he wouldn't be affected by the light aura, he didn't mind being bitten by her like that.
The little bat tilted his head, as if to confirm whether he was telling the truth, and then neatly turned aside and turned into a girl.
"Really? I can bite the neck?"
Mias nodded slightly.
Now Gardenia looked at it openly, staring straight at the pale and beautiful skin, and then swallowed uncontrollably.
smell good.
She licked her lips, knelt on the bed with one leg, put her hand on his shoulder, and moved closer to his neck.
The sweet blood lingered on the tip of his nose, and his originally black pupils were instantly dyed crimson.
Gardenia lowered her head, and the two small fangs exposed at the corners of her lips came close to the skin, and then quickly pierced the skin.
Mias narrowed his eyes and looked slightly startled.
The bitten skin felt numb, as if it were paralyzing the prey, and then a subtle feeling spread throughout the body.
It made even the spine soften for a moment.
His body froze, feeling a little helpless and confused, and his beautiful light golden pupils were filled with mist.
Her thin lips opened slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but she was forced to hold back. Only the crimson color on her face showed something.
