Becoming a Villain from the Bishop of Sin

But today he just changed his clothes and walked out of the room. When he was stretching and moving his body in the aisle, he noticed a dragon cart that he had never seen before in the center of the huge courtyard.

Standing beside the dragon carriage was a white-haired old man in a tuxedo with a straight figure.

The old man exuded unusual competence and majesty, and what was hidden under the tuxedo was his well-maintained muscles despite his advanced age, and his sharp-edged face was as resolute as a knife.

When Luo Mo was observing him, the old man sharply raised his head and looked up, and bowed slightly in a very gentlemanly manner.

No matter how you look at it, this doesn't look like a simple butler, and Luo Mo actually knows each other.

Because the old man is the son-in-law of the famous Juggernaut family, the husband of the previous Juggernaut, Sword Demon, Wilhelm Van Astrea.

"It's really an interesting person visiting, must something have happened?" He stroked his chin and smiled with great interest, then walked towards the living room, intending to mix in interesting things kick.

In fact... just as he expected.

Pretending to be careless, she asked what happened. Emilia, who tried not to make the same mistake after that incident and felt a lot of guilt towards him, directly confessed the visitor's purpose:

"Actually, the election for the throne has begun."

When speaking, Emilia showed some hesitation on her face. She herself was clearly a candidate for the king, but she seemed uncomfortable with appearing in public.

"Election for the Throne? Isn't that awesome? I'll check it out, too!"

"...This convening is different from the previous ones. We have to gather in the Throne Hall. Luo Mo is still..."

"It's all right~ You don't have to worry about me, I just went to the capital to have fun and meet old friends."

"Is that so? Then let's go together."

Emilia, who didn't plan to involve Luo Mo in this dispute, saw that he didn't want to join either, so she breathed a sigh of relief and suddenly thought of something, took out the money bag from her pocket and said with a smile:

"You don't seem to have much money on you. I happen to have some money here, so I'll give it to you as pocket money! Then you can go buy something to visit your friends, and I will lend you the cloak of cognitive impairment, right? Put it on and the guards won't know you."

"...Are you treating me like a child?" Looking at the money Emilia took out, even though he originally had the principle of accepting money if he had money, the concept of pocket money made him only can categorically refuse:

"Lend me the cloak, but forget the money."

"Really? What if I get lost and have no money?"

"...all said, why do you treat me like a child? Am I your elder?"

"Yes, is there? Yes...I'm sorry...I'm just worried that if you don't have money, you will be in trouble if you run into trouble..."

Emilia, who doesn't know anything about the world, doesn't seem to have that kind of thought, but she still bows her head in frustration and apologizes, which makes people feel unbearable.

This made Parker quietly appear from behind her, grinning menacingly at Lomer, as if he was going to swallow him if he didn't say something nice.

"Ah, that...it's all my fault, I'm worrying too much...please give me the money."

After a little understanding of Parker's background, he understood that this cat is actually very difficult to deal with, and it seems necessary to build a good relationship, so he considered and accepted it amid Emilia's smile, Ram's contempt, and Rem's dissatisfaction. This is the first "pocket money" in my life.

Roswaal, who has been silent and just observed him from time to time, also nodded in satisfaction with Parker inexplicably.

In this way, the morning after two days.

Except for the housekeeper Flandrelica, the group boarded the dragon carriage prepared by Roswaal and went directly to the capital to let him once again come to the mansion where he once settled.

But as soon as he put down his luggage, he disappeared in a flash, leaving no one anywhere to look for him.

And he himself came to a residential house in the civilian area, all the way to the dark basement.

"--False! Beloved believer! Are you here too?! Those ungodly fellows, except anger is too far away, no one else wants to come, only you! Only you! Only you He is a true devout believer!!"

He just walked into the basement, his pale face looked very unhealthy, and at the same time, the skinny man rushed over, exaggerated to the point of tears, and praised him loudly.

And the only thing he felt about it was... trouble.

Chapter 55 Everything for the Hongmen Banquet 7.K

Under the unremarkable residential house, the air in the unexpectedly spacious basement is cold and humid, and the dark and gloomy are unexpectedly suitable for the villain to meet.

At the same time, there are still a large number of doll-like Witch Cultists standing around the basement.

They did not wear the usual religious robes, and seemed to be playing the role of ordinary residents in the royal capital, wearing various costumes.

Even Petichius was rare. He didn't wear the black robes of the bishop's uniform, and he was dressed in civilian clothes full of pudding... From this point of view, it fits his scrawny appearance.

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Luo Mo skillfully ignored Petichius' speech, sat on the pile of firewood, glanced around and asked:

"I heard that the election for the throne will start tomorrow. Are you planning to get involved?"

"—Hey, that's right! But that's not the problem! What matters is not the throne, but the existence that participates in the election! Half-demon! Silver-haired half-demon!! That half-demon! Clothes! Born! It's the right thing to say about a witch. Blasphemy! This is an existence that cannot be ignored for us! It must be tested!"

"Yes... Speaking of which, you should have a lot of money, right? Why do we have to gather in the dark basement? Can't you follow me and buy a church or something? The church is so good and spacious, you can still lie if you have nothing to do How about a donation?"

With a sense of mission in his heart, Luo Mo just waved his hands casually, and even disliked the bad environment.

"This is a hidden need! We wait for believers! Follow the guidance of the gospel! It is not advisable to seek pleasure!"

Petichius yelled loudly and rejected his suggestion, and pointed to the side where Emilia's portrait was painted:

"Now the point is this! It's a half-demon! Don't interrupt! I haven't finished yet!"

"...Your yelling is indeed only suitable for staying in the basement."

"The risk of doing it in the city is too great! We must avoid exposing our existence! Then the only chance to make a move is to return! The half-demon is ours! If you really have the size corresponding to the witch, you will be under my command! I wait! Must Yes! Carry out this trial!!"

Petichius ignored his complaints and kept waving his hands and feet. While shouting loudly, he punched the portrait on the stone wall one after another as if he didn't feel pain, smashing the portrait and the stone wall in a daze. , At the same time the fist also became bloody.

The splattered blood even ran to Luo Mo's face, making him wipe his face in depression, and then looked at the man who was still speaking impassionedly to the believers and himself, he stopped talking and just silently listened to his plan.

In Petichius' plan, Emilia will be tested, and if Emilia survives the test, she will be given the human body of the Witch of Envy.

....To be honest, Luo Mo doesn't understand whether Emilia is a witch container, but the entire witch cult only cares about such things.

He didn't come here to cooperate with Petichius, he just wanted him to be his pawn.

Therefore, after waiting quietly until the other party's sharp and unpleasant cry stopped, he stopped the movement of nodding when he was wandering in the sky, and said slowly:

"Actually, I personally support your actions, but in my Gospel, there are other tasks for me to complete. Of course, I really want to help you, so if you can help me first, then I have Time to free up your hands and help you deal with the silver-haired half-demon."

"Why! The gospel is at this time?! Do you want to be as devout as your believers do this kind of thing at this time!?"

"You ask me who I ask?"

"What the hell is the witch thinking?! As humble as me! Even! Can't figure it out?! Ahhhh! Lazy! Lazy! Lazy, lazy, lazy!!!"

Luo Mo's unexpected speech made Petichius stare, his eyeballs were about to pop out, and he attributed his incomprehension to laziness, kept roaring and hitting his head against the wall, punishing his laziness and scarring himself Tired.

And Luo Mo...still just watched silently.

More just annoyed by the man, the yelling and thumping noise, than the bloody self-mutilation that's hard to watch.

It was hard for him to hold back his impulsive sigh, and when the self-harming madman finally stopped and turned his big copper bell-like eyes to himself with the blood on his head, he continued:

"How? Would you like to help me?"

"Well... In short, let's talk about it first."

Petichius, who suddenly became quiet again, stood up straight with his feet together, his serious eyes looked as calm as ordinary people... If you ignore the blood on his head and hands.

Seeing that he was willing to listen, Luo Mo improved his plan a little bit, changing the task of capturing the badge into a task assigned to him personally in the Gospel.

But Petichius trusted his own people quite a lot, and he didn't suspect that his veteran bishop was lying or anything, but he seemed a little hesitant when he said that he wanted the king's capital to snatch the badge.

"...Right now the capital is heavily guarded. If we fight directly in the capital, we may be easily besieged. If we and other major crimes haven't met for the time being, if we face the entire Guard Knights and Juggernaut alone, we may not be able to escape."

"It's okay, I have a plan, so we won't be besieged."

"Plan? What exactly?"

Petichius approached him for a moment, but he slapped him on the face, pushing away the strange man who was too close to him:

"I'll tell you about this later, but let's separate for now, and I'll contact you later."

Without waiting for a reply, he turned around quickly and left the stale air, and the basement smelled of blood again.

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Noble Street on the upper level of the Royal Capital, an area only for nobles to live in.

Surrounded by mansions with vast courtyards, after leaving the basement, Luo Mo went straight to the periphery of a castle in the upper area.

The outside of the castle has a city wall more than six meters high and three meters thick. There are double-layered city gates and two double-layered small iron gates at the gate.

And this is where the Creed family is, and their family has been marquis for generations.

Therefore, even though the villa was only used when staying in the royal capital, it surpassed Roswaal's main residence in every angle, whether it was the scale of the courtyard or the Gothic castle in the center.

Of course, Roswaal's Mazas family is a female Roswaal from the previous generation. She became an earl only after she gained meritorious service in the Asian War and began to make a fortune. Compared with the old nobles, she was still a few levels behind.

Moreover, Roswaal's house has no walls, and no one guards the gate. There are four fully armed guards standing at the gate.

The guards guarding the gate, when they noticed that he was looking inside and showed no signs of leaving, two came over immediately, holding the handle of the knife and scolded vigilantly:

"—Who are you? What are you doing here!"

"Ah~ I'm Miss Shia Creed's friend, please inform me."

"Master Shia's friend? Please tell me your name, and I'll make an announcement."

The guard was stunned for a moment but didn't feel embarrassed. He asked Luo Mo's name, and immediately went inside to confirm his identity with the maid in the castle through the dialogue mirror.

Soon, a maid came out from the castle to guide him.

Passing through the vast courtyard and climbing the long spiral stairs, before a row of maid guards with knives on the top floor of the castle, the maid stopped and stretched out her hand to make a false quotation:

"Miss Shia is inside, please come in."

"Shia...heh."

Muttering the name of the owner of the castle, he smiled and shook his head, then walked directly through the corridor formed by the guards, and entered the gate opened by the guards.

And the owner of the castle, sitting at the desk in the center of the bedroom, seems to be waiting for his visit.

It was a girl with silver hair and blue eyes, flawless from top to bottom, as bright as a full moon, with a shocking beauty, even so beautiful that it made people tremble.

Its body is not a marquis, but someone Luo Mo is so familiar with, and who he would never want to meet under normal circumstances——Pandora, the false witch

But Pandora seemed very happy to see him, first took a sip of tea steadily, then stroked the rim of the cup and looked over with blue eyes, showing a friendly smile:

"I haven't seen you for a while, and I feel a little lonely."