Gardenia blinked her eyes, feeling a little guilty.
She really planned to only come to see him once. In the current situation, the church would not be strict about the vampires. If one was accidentally exposed, many people would be implicated.
After all, the previous explanation was that the believers around him had gone to other places to spread their faith.
Moreover, if she wants to stay in the church, she can only pretend to be a human, and she can't let others notice her appearance, otherwise it will be revealed sooner or later, which is not good for Gardena.
But looking at his appearance, I feel like a bit of a scumbag for some reason.
Or just pick up your pants and leave when you are satisfied.
After thinking for two seconds, she tentatively spoke.
"Then I leave tomorrow? I'll sleep with you tonight, but I can only become a prototype."
After receiving the answer, Mias pursed his lips and let go of her hand.
"good."
…
Gardenia was sitting on the top of the church, facing the corridor, which was the only way for the high priest to return to his room.
Because she wanted to take his blood, Gardenia had returned to her vampire appearance, only wearing a cloak to cover her aura.
The pope needs to accompany the gods in public pronouncements, and the church's routine prayers fall to the high priest.
At this time, he had just finished attending evening prayers and walked out of the hall surrounded by believers.
With his back to the hall, the expression on his face instantly faded, and he walked away quickly with a frown.
However, as soon as he stepped into the corridor, he was keenly aware of a dark aura that was inconsistent with the church.
The high priest looked up calmly.
Under the silver moonlight, a black figure stood on the top of the tower. Both the aura lingering around her and the bat resting on her shoulder clearly revealed her identity.
This is a vampire.
The high priest was angry, but he still cautiously glanced around and continued walking to his room as if nothing had happened.
Seeing that he had discovered her, Gardenia clapped her hands, retracted the little bat she had transformed into, unfolded her bone wings and followed him.
The high priest walked into the room, nodded slightly to the believers behind him, and closed the door.
He stood in the room quietly for a moment, then opened the window and watched the vampires fly in.
Before the other party could speak, he took the lead and scolded.
"What's going on? Didn't you agree that you can't come to the church to find me? Everything you need has been given to the blood hunter."
As for why the other party appeared here openly and without even attracting the attention of the Pope and the gods, he had selectively ignored it.
Gardenia blinked, and just as she folded her wings, she was scolded, and was stunned for a moment.
she tried to explain.
"No, I'm not here to ask you for..."
Halfway through her words, she suddenly remembered that she was indeed here to ask for something, so she silently stopped speaking.
Seeing that she remained silent, the high priest snorted coldly.
"You'd better remember that our cooperative relationship is only temporary. If you want to avoid being discovered, be honest with me."
He said and glanced at her up and down.
"It's no big deal for me to deal with an ordinary vampire."
Gardenia said perfunctorily, indicating that she understood.
The high priest barely suppressed his anger and asked casually.
"Tell me, what else do you need?"
Her eyes lit up and she spoke obediently.
"I need some of your blood."
After saying that, he lowered his head, dug carefully in his cloak, and took out the glass bottle that he just brought from his younger brother's room.
Looking at the glass bottle used for illustrations in front of him, the high priest's brows twitched.
"...Is this a point?"
Gardenia sighed and explained.
"It's different from filling it all up. A small half is enough. I only found this one with a lid."
"..."
The high priest reached out to grab the glass bottle, used magic to cut his palm, and let the blood drip.
