Quick Transmigration: The Host Is Sweeter Than Sugar

The pale skin looked whiter against the cold white moonlight, with silver hair and red eyes, and it was not as beautiful as a real person.

He thought almost plainly.

Other bats...what's good?

Ugly and weak.

He can be killed with a single finger.

When she arrived at the castle, he had to take a good look at her aesthetic.

And let her deeply realize that bats can not be raised casually.

One is enough.

and……

Thinking of the light cyan pattern drawn from the girl's fingertips, the man with a weak expression hooked his thin, light lips.

It is impossible for her to raise other bats anyway.

The powerful and indifferent prince lay back in the coffin in a good mood.

Although his seal was loosened by a small amount, it has not been completely lifted.

This time waking up was because the soul was invaded by too much light power when the contract was concluded, and it had to return to the body and transfer the power to the confrontation with the contract in the body.

As the first generation, Simmons is not afraid of the power of light.

But the second and third generations below him are more or less afraid.

As for the most inferior blood family.

It is completely inaccessible to the sun, and immortality can only live in the boundless night.

The Pope took advantage of this when he sealed him.

Turn all the power of light into a seal and seal him.

Only the power of light can unlock this seal.

But apart from him, no one of the blood clan can touch the power of light unharmed.

Moreover, without knowing how to lift the seal, everyone will definitely hide him in the depths of the castle, and will not give the people of the Holy See any chance to approach him.

...There is no solution at all.

Simmons didn't take the Pope's seal to heart.

For him, life is too long and boring.

Whether you can live or not is not a so-called thing.

Even after being sealed, he found that the soul could transform into a bat and escape from the body. He just flew around slowly, mostly resting on the coffin where his body was stored.

until--

He heard a voice.

...

The next day, everyone in the team found that there was a small bat dangling around by their side, falling on the shoulder of one of the girls from time to time, and being pushed away by the girl in disgust.

After repeating it a few times, the little bat didn't fall on it, but flew beside her silently.

The girls don’t know why, they always feel a bit wronged from it...

Wronged?

The girls looked at each other.

I don't know why I suddenly had such a strange idea.

The first reaction of the fellow Vatican people seeing the bat was to kill it with a light spell.

However, what makes them strange is that no matter what spell they use, after the spell falls on the bat, it is like a drop of water falling into the endless ocean, without any response.

Some people don't believe in evil and are ready to grab it.

The little bat glanced at him obliquely, patted the bat's wings and flew away.

Before leaving, he stepped on his face.

People of the Holy See, "..."

Fuck.

Why is it so difficult to deal with a bat these days?

Therefore, when a soldier came to inquire, they only responded with a calm expression.

"It's just a low-level blood family, don't care."

The soldier did not doubt that he was there, so he retreated.

People who don't know the Holy See are screaming crazy inside.

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