Quick Transmigration: Rescuing the Blackened Male Lead

Especially the aristocratic children, whose eyes were almost sticky and could not be pulled down.

Relative to the astonishment of these aristocratic young people, there is no shortage of ladies in the field.

They are all coming for Raphael, so a deliberately dressed, and even more so, when the other person enters the room, they show their faces the appearance of an idiot.

Knight Elder Futley has been greeted away, and here's his old acquaintance.

After talking to the owner for a while, Shen Kibai finally sat down and took a good rest.

Only with so many eyes, in order to accommodate the image of the Virgin, can she temporarily endure the desire to eat.

At last, when the time was almost right, Shen Mubai was finally relieved.

But without waiting for her to do a noble, cold and elegant eating position, the nobles would come and talk to her one by one.

Shen Mubai was overwhelmed by a group of young people.

And in the eyes of the noble youth, the silver-haired girl's holy and noble breath, not to mention the snow white and beautiful face, makes people lose sight.

Even with priests around, the enthusiasm of these people cannot be stopped.

After all, they have only long heard the name of the Virgin and lack some privilege to directly offend.

Young aristocratic people were successively well nourished, and Shenmu was hungry, patient, and his attitude became more and more cold.

The handsome knight had a glass in his hand and the laughing wind resolved a person who wanted to come and talk to him.

Including those ladies.

“Lord Rafael, I have admired you for a long time. I am Monica, daughter of Count Shea.” The girl was carrying a dress and blinked playfully, her cheeks slightly red.

The handsome knight didn't even look at her and went straight over to the past, completely without the gentlemanhood of the beginning.

Monica smiled slightly, opened her mouth and revealed the wounded loss on her face.

The guy who pursued her couldn't help but scoff, "Look, Monica, what you're looking at is arrogant and impolite. ”

Monica ignored him and looked in the direction of the knight.

He walked up to the silver-haired girl and smiled at what the aristocratic youth had said.

The blue blue eyes did not have the slightest temperature.

Monica seemed to realize something and was shocked.

The lad next to him muttered, “The Holy Virgin of the Holy See is beautiful, by the way. ”

Monica mustered courage, “Their whole lives are dedicated to the Holy See and His Majesty the Light God. ”

Girls can't get married and can't even give birth to the wrong minds.

She squeezed her hand and settled down slightly.

“You must not be comfortable with a place like this.” The handsome knight walks up to the girl and says this in her ear in a gentle tone, "Don't worry, I'll fix it for you. ”

Shumwood White can detect the other party's warm breath pouring on their skin, making them almost sensitive to shrinkage.

After saying this, the handsome knight turned his head and smiled at the noblemen. “The Virgin is a little tired of spirits and monsters lately. If there's anything you want to talk about, you can call the Knight Elder, Fretley, if you'll excuse me. ”

Noble young people certainly have no end in mind. After all, young girls are so beautiful that it is good to look at them more often through other things.

Of course, part of it prevents the Holy See from leaving because of its status.

All that's left is more power, and naturally they're trying to stay a while longer.