Arad's unruly savior

Chapter 909 Forbidden Love

Xiaoyu's beautiful eyes were resentful and warm, the clean maiden skirt was stained a little mottled, her independent left leg was slightly numb and limp, and a little bit of warm water slid down her smooth skin.

"I don't want this money... wipe it for me."

Pushing his shoulder as if complaining, she brushed away some hair hanging in front of her eyes with her fair and clear fingers, supported his shoulder, and sat on the edge of the bed to rest.

"Tell me quickly, how did you earn 100 billion? Did you really steal Delos' treasury?"

"Where, I didn't find the treasury, I'm United Ludmila..."

Instead of a tissue, he used the pink cotton hair tie that had fallen on the floor.

Xiaoyu closed her eyes and listened to his story, half leaning on his shoulders, her breath was long and continuous, her brows and eyes were moist and full of color, but she still couldn't stand up.

"It turns out that Lyon is so rich, and also, the most powerful emperor on the mainland."

Muttering something in a low voice, she suddenly remembered that Remidia in Hutton Marr was obviously the first rank, but it was far inferior to the church in Vetalon in terms of luxury, because of the rich imperial appropriation.

"Have you been to the Church of Remidia? What does it look like there?"

With some strength in her body, the filthy girl began to feel uneasy again, she lightly lifted the corner of her skirt, turned around and pressed on him, and straightened her position.

"I just wandered around outside, didn't go in to see, and I don't know the people inside, carved railings and jade, as magnificent as the palace, I took a photo."

The maiden uniform is simply tied with a ribbon around the waist, making the waist even more slender like a willow, as if it could be shaken by a gust of wind.

"Dirty girl, you are so diligent, do you want a little witch carved in powder?"

Xiaoyu gave him a blank stare, and slowly pressed the tight little purse into the big benefactor, snorted like blue, and snorted: "No, what kind of little witch do you want at a young age, I will probably become the curator later The kind of familiar gesture, tired of taking risks, and then you beg me, I will think about it."

The ups and downs are like mountains, Xiaoyu's legs are wrapped like golden snakes, and the red tassel on the hairpin in her hair is slowly shaking.

Holding her graceful waist, burying her head in her shoulders and taking a deep breath, Ye Lin was obsessed with Youyou and said: "You eat so many apples from Wuxuan, before the little witch appeared, the big slut who was always a young and beautiful girl will get me How much money?"

The hot wallet became sweeter and sweeter, and it seemed that it was said to the bottom of his heart. Xiaoyu held his face, rubbed it vigorously, and muttered: "The big witch loves you, but it's not enough."

"Three lives are lucky~!"

With the sudden blow of gratitude, Xiaoyu rolled her eyes, and her pearly toes tensed.

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Delos Empire, Cape Dia, Inquisition.

As the grand judge of the heresy trial, the leader of all the judges, Lucille, who is also considered high in the structure of the entire priesthood, lives in a very simple dormitory.

Necessary daily necessities, a set of white and blue metal armor, a flaming battle axe, and a pot of blooming flowers.

She dug this flower from the Great Cathedral of Remidia. It grows against the season in winter, and it was just used to decorate the room with relatively monotonous colors.

Lucille kept flipping through a document in her hand. It was a report sent by a clergyman from a small church in a remote area.

The content is that somewhere in the empire, traces of the existence of a high-level pretender were found, the lowest level of which was not lower than that of a fierce-blooded person, and it might even be a newborn pure-blooded person.

There was a strong disgust between her brows, as if the word "pretender" was a kind of filth and filth.

"When will I be able to cut off Ozma's head, hang his body on the cross, and burn myself in flames, then I will be considered as fulfilling the mission of God...No, there is another heresy!"

Lucille's arms trembled, and she unconsciously crumpled the report documents of her subordinate areas. Her eyes projected strong resentment and a trace of resentment.

She has listed the "heretic" Hutton Mar as the same existence as Ozma of Chaos.

"Hehe, it's just a little bit of the blood of the loser, as if he got some great good fortune. It's really ridiculous to call himself a pure-blooded person."

Lucille's character has always been to do what she says, but it's getting late today, and the news from the subordinate area is not sure whether it is true, so let's take a good rest and wait until tomorrow.

but……

She moved her gaze slowly, and placed it on a wooden box next to the desk, with a seal from the Remidia Cathedral on the surface.

The way she returned with Bishop Antonio and Bishop Klose was not in a carriage, but a passenger ship from the west coast port to Cape Dia, so she came back earlier.

But not long after she arrived at the heresy trial, she received some "gifts" from the empire, some vile heretics, and the interrogation took quite a while.

There is a certain degree of cooperation between the empire and the court.

"It's strange, if Obeis has something to send to me, why didn't she mention it when I was in Hutton Mar?"

Lucille opened the wooden box half-suspiciously but cautiously. Inside was neither a bomb nor a curse, but a letter with a fresh style, tied with a small pink ribbon.

"Who?"

If it was a document report, secret allusions, etc., she would not be surprised, but a letter with beautiful paper, she really couldn't understand it.

Because it's very simple, she doesn't have many friends in Remidia at all, and her relationship with Obes and Galantis is more like a necessary communication among colleagues.

"Could it be Misha?"

A member of the Tribunal, her subordinate Misha, once went to Remidia to perform official duties, and later took care of the person who bore the original sin, and then...she didn't come back.

Shrugging her shoulders, Lucille tore open the envelope. You can tell who it is after just a look. The basic courtesy of writing a letter is to at least sign it.

However, when she squeezed out a piece of neatly folded pink letter paper, Lucille suddenly felt a strange premonition.

She seems to have heard Obeis said that the letter paper of this color was sent secretly, and there is a great possibility that it is a love letter!
"No, no, no, I'm a person who dedicates my whole life to the flames of God. This kind of personal affair is as ridiculous as a goblin's reputation."

Lucille shook her head silently, threw the letter paper into the trash can, made the bed and got ready to go to bed, as she still had work to do tomorrow.

But when she was about to take off her shoes, she accidentally picked up the letter and was in a daze for a while.

Because of her extreme personality and stubborn and ruthless behavior, she has many subordinates who admire her, and many colleagues who respect her. However, not to mention love letters, she has never experienced even a look of admiration from a boy.

Maybe this will be the only love letter in her life.

"Hey, maybe it's not a love letter, but some important confidential document."

Lucille nodded and found a reason for herself, then opened the folded letter.

"Beautiful and elegant Miss Lucille Redmayne..."

After reading only one sentence, she subconsciously clenched the love letter into a ball, threw it into the trash can, went to bed, covered herself with a quilt, and stared wide-eyed.

Unexpectedly, someone would write a love letter to a lunatic like her!

Of course she knew that her character was extreme, but it didn't matter, she was the messenger of God's punishment, so she didn't care about these things.

With her eyes wide open and her heart pounding, Lucille glanced at the trash again and muttered, "At least, let's see who wrote it."

Standing up slowly again, she didn't notice that she didn't take off her coat at all, and went to flatten the love letter honestly, feeling a little inexplicable feeling in her heart.

Does this mean that someone regards her as a girl, not a grand judge?
Almost every few seconds, she had to rest with her face covered, and at the same time, she muttered words such as "Damn, annoying, nasty, disgusting", but she continued to read all of them honestly.

Finally, she saw the last signature, full of anticipation and a little shyness, suddenly turned into a volcanic eruption.

When he slapped the table, there was a loud noise.

"This biggest heretic dares to write me a love letter. Is this making fun of me?"

She was so angry that she wanted to tear up the letter paper, tear it into pieces, and sprinkle it all over the sky.

However, a trace of panic suddenly flashed in my mind, what if, this is true?

This is absolutely taboo!
The unmentionable love, the evil heretic fell in love with the messenger of God, but the messenger of God is the existence of destroying heresy.

Out of her personal stubbornness, Lucille quickly imagined the scene of the messenger of God weeping sadly and burning the heretic who loved herself to death.

If it is described carefully, it may be a poignant love story no less than Saya.

Of course, the premise is that the great heresy Yelin can be burned~
The majestic judge, the big sister in the hearts of all heretic judges, suffered from insomnia for most of the night, and went to work the next day with bags under her eyes.

Even her favorite act of torturing heresy is out of interest, much to the surprise of fans.

It was a letter full of love.

(End of this chapter)