Trafford’s Trading Club

After a night's rest.

In the room, black armor, starting at the neck of Ramias, leaves one piece in the middle, then shrinks back towards the back of the neck one section at a time, leaving only a lump of nail size attached to the back of the neck.

She touched her abdomen and ribs, revealing a reassuring look on her face - but it turned heavy again.

“Armor is self-healing, and with Eve's surgery, I've recovered almost once with the built-in armor treatment, and now I'm ready for high-intensity combat. Just..."

It's just that she attacked Father Stra once, and now, depending on the circumstances, the Holy Church will surely strengthen its guard against the reversal of the depravity of the Holy Relics, and I'm afraid the next time she wants to deal with Vasco, the Holy Knight will not be as easy.

Of course, Ramias doesn't think that in such a short period of time Vasco will be able to figure out a way to counter the fallout field… she has at least one more buffer - before the great forces of the Holy Church arrive.

In fact, she wanted to succeed once, but it never occurred to Father Stra that he was not affected by the corrupt forces.

“Is Stra's holy power a mutated holy force, which is why it is not attacked by the force field...”

Ramias is in a hurry, and if this speculation is closer to the truth, it also seems to explain why Strathali is of such high quality that it crowns the entire Holy Church.

This time, the operation to capture Stra has been revealed, and the thought of coming to the Episcopal Church will definitely check the interior - after all, Father Stra is hiding in this coastal town, a highly classified church that knows very little.

“If this capture is successful, if it fails I'm afraid the dark spirits that have been so painstakingly sent to the Holy Church for so many years are in danger of being exposed. Once the darkness is exposed, the loss is difficult to calculate, and I will find it hard to blame... I'm afraid no one will ever speak for me again and it will only be a matter of time before it is sent to Master Prade's hands. ”

In fact, if any Master Prade were more normal, even Ramias would not be too resistant - the Western world has always been more open to men and women, not to mention the fact that the Black Church is an inverse cross, which is naturally not the same as the Holy Church's approach to purity.

They will be the purity of the heart, the filthy flesh will rise in the heart, and the moment of the baptism of the soul will be purified.

So Ramias did not resist this kind of clothing —— but Master Prade was a very distorted and abusive man.

How are those girls who have been completely disqualified as human beings sent out and then abandoned, and Ramias naturally knows... that committing to a powerful presence is no problem, and it would be better if they were as modest as this young hacienda owner - knowing that it is the abyss of purgatory that will also jump?

At this point, [Eve] came in with some breakfast knocking on the door.

“You look fine, Miss Lamierce. ”

“More of your skill in surgery, Miss Eve.” Lamia smiled slightly and did not take yesterday's shooting at Eve seriously.

“I'm just following my master's orders.” [Eve] said softly, then put down the breakfast and looked away.

Ramias suddenly said, "Miss Eve, why would a woman as good as you be willing to be here to serve men? ”

Lamias is not a stranger to the profession of maid, and there are many rich houses in the world where maids exist, and even many of them, in addition to caring for the master's living quarters, take care of some of his special needs.

If you are an ordinary person, it is normal to bow your head in front of the ability to make money - but the other person is [inhuman], and you will not give in for simple money.

As Ramias can see, this Eve is truly humble —— and also as a woman, Ramias has an almost instinctive contradiction to this humility.

“You don't know the master's greatness.” [Eve] turning back, he shook his head slightly and said: “His presence, beyond all you can perceive, at the service of the master, is my only honor. ”

Ramias opened her mouth and the conflicting emotions in her heart grew higher and higher, but after all, she still had to hold on to the other side, so she had to hold on to something different in her heart.

“We should live for ourselves.” She said firmly, "No one has the right to dominate us! ”

[Eve] 's eyes suddenly flashed, but he said softly: "One day, when you can be ruled by your master, you will know your current ignorance. It's just unfortunate that, in your current situation, your chances of being dominated are almost nil. ”

Ramias, listen, I feel something is wrong... This is called Eve's [non-human], I'm afraid it's not a brainwashed disease into the cream formula, how can you listen to her and dare to be ruled by yourself, is that correct?

Shaking her head, Ramias instantly lost interest in arguing with Eve... Never wake the sleeper, perhaps only one day will she wake up if she finds herself a godly hacienda owner, also wounded, dying, weakened in front of other more powerful people.

“I have nothing more to do with it.” With that in mind, Ramias said directly: "As agreed last night between me and your master, I want to do it tonight, you tell him… at 6: 00 p.m., we'll meet in the town square! I have some more things to do. I have to go first. ”

Ramias went straight out and left the estate.

She is not afraid that the other person will lose faith - as for this feeling of not worrying… even being confident is a sensation of immortality.

The guy doesn't even care about treasures like reversing the relics, and doesn't want to lose faith in people... she thinks so.

……

……

Small town, church.

Yesterday was a ruined home, once again intact overnight - basically not bad, except the paint hasn't dried out yet.

This efficiency has naturally resulted in the labor of four more able-bodied reserves of the Holy Knights - of course, unpaid, and even self-contained materials.

“Stella, it's almost time. ”

The newly organized backyard of the church, Father Stra, with a cat in the sun on the beach chair, welcomes the Vasco shadow.

“What should I say?” The priest asked knowingly.

The old saint held his wrath and said, "What is wrong with your holy power? Why is your holy power immune to reversal of sacred relics? ”

'Cause I'm tough. ”Father Sha said intermediately:" I've been working out every day for years! Ten years ago, I came here from a monk from the East to learn a magical exercise called "Junyang Boy Gong", so long as you hang a ten-kilogram load on your brother every morning and evening for half an hour at a time, you will definitely get the benefit! So don't look at me at my age, I'm still an engineer every day. ”

I really want to slap this bitch with a mouth full of trains... but everyone is up to half a pound, who really wants to fight who wins is hard to say - but if it's in the corrupt force field, you will definitely lose, right?

This leaves Vasco with an implicit fear, unclear and unclear.

“Okay, if you don't say it, I won't force you now.” Vasco appealed… Despite much doubt in his mind, Stra was there when the Holy Power broke out, and Stra's Holy Power could no longer be purified, thus obliterating his self-conjecture that Stra might have fallen.

“But from now on, you can't walk halfway out of the church.” Vasco solemnly said, "I may forcibly take you back to the headquarters of the Episcopal Church if necessary! The goal of the Black Order is you. We can't leave you here and wait for the Black Order to come after you! ”

Hoo-hoo...

The snoring, the priest has fallen asleep under the sun umbrella.

Vasco had to shake his head and leave impatiently.

……

At a time when the Vasco Sacred Knight was restless in the room, a reserve of the Sacred Knight rushed in and said something that left the visitors of the Holy Church uncertain.

“What, the twelve knights of the knighthood are here? And it's out there? ”

“Yes...” said the saint's reserve who came to notify him nervously at this time: "It looks like a clown knight came...”

“Joker knight, Dagonit...” Vasco nodded for a moment, “I'll go and meet the British Twelve! ”

Holy Church knights, round table twelve knights, have always been the subject of [inhuman] world discussion... nothing short of which side is stronger, which side is more accomplished and so on.

The Holy Church has always prevailed - until the birth of Britain's Farrell a hundred years ago, when it took the name of the strongest knight directly.

So Vasco is unlikely to have any good looks in front of Dagonit, and probably not in the next life.

“Yo, Lord Vasco, long time no see.” Dagonit greeted Vasco with disgrace like a humble son, "three years after his last farewell in the Holy Church of Saints, His Excellency Vasco is still alive! I've heard that Anglican Saints often use a kind of oil to apply body exercises to enhance their health and their ability to continue when fighting. Now, it seems true... When can I get dozens of kilos, I've been having a bit of trouble with my waist lately. ”

The Holy Knight's Camp of the Episcopal Church does use a special kind of scent oil to paint the reserve, but it's used to build up the body, but Vasco, listen, it always feels like a bright, big thing, but suddenly it tastes like it's changed, and then he snorted, "British clown, what are you doing here? ”

Mr. Joker blinked at this moment and said in a ghost like an angry little daughter-in-law: "Lord Vasco, this is British soil at least. You can't even ask me now if you are logging into my country privately with a few reserve saints.... I am a security guard. I can't do that. Be fair, or I'll sneak around the Holy City sometime? ”

“Don't go back if you dare.” Vasco sneered.

Farrell is strong indeed, Vasco doesn't say anything, but he knows it in his heart... but Farrell is strong too!

The British knighthood lost Farrell, as if it had no wings. Today, knighthood institutions are weak and most of the twelve round tables are new recruits who have been nurturing for almost a decade. The Episcopal Church is not considered a threat at all… it is merely a matter of maintaining this superficial courtesy.

On British soil, with so many churches, the power of the Holy Church has permeated long ago.

“Then I'm still not going.” The clown knight shrugged his neck: “After all, our pension is not high, there is no need to be heroic. ”

How do you get along with that bitch Stella?

Vasco shrugged, then said softly: “I was just traveling with a few of the Holy Knights' Reserves to exercise them… passing by here, unexpectedly discovering the sinners of the Black Church, so there was some conflict. But we'll take care of it ourselves, without bothering the knighthood. Don't worry, we'll leave when things are taken care of here. ”

“Exactly!” Dagonit suddenly sneered at the moment: “Looks like I'm in luck… I'm traveling here to investigate the Black Order thing. Exactly, Lord Vasco, you're here to deal with the Church guys... the thighs of the Holy Church, I'm sure! I'm staying here tonight! ”

“What, are you staying here? ”

“No, I brought my luggage!” Mr. Joker pointed to the trunk behind him, "I've always admired the culture of the Holy Church... By the way, I hear the welfare of the Holy Church is very good, becoming a reserve for the Holy Knight and accompanying college girls, isn't it true! If it's true, I'll apply as an international student! Lord Vasco, are you interested in crossing me back? In fact, my grandmother's cousin is also a devout believer. I also have faith in her! ”

Holy shit!

Is this really the twelve knights of the round table, admiring the virtues of the knight?

How come when the Queen of Britain came to the Holy City three years ago for a state visit, looking at this guy was a serious figure?

“Lord Vasco? ”

Seeing the twelve knights of this knighthood walked into the church with joy, and several of the saints were prepared to stop, neither stopped, nor not, it seemed difficult at the moment.

Vasco frowned and thought, "Go and arrange a room for him… it's all British territory, always with a little face. ”

“Okay, I'm coming!” The young reserve saint nodded.