There is absolutely nothing wrong with my magic cards!

"But you'll have to watch it a hundred more times."

He added another sentence.

At this moment, Countess Lislina, who was trembling and her body was like a dead leaf swaying in the wind, froze suddenly.

"After you finish reading, we'll come back to ask you what you think, and I hope you will become a lot more communicative by then."

As he said that, he didn't even forget to apply the "can't close your eyes" spell card for Countess Lislina.

Episode 12 Durkan returns to the place where the dream began

"Our new interrogation standard is to speak civilized words, conduct civilized affairs, be a civilized person, and create a civilized town."

Durkan took Cornelia to the door of the basement, and said, looking at Countess Lislina who was gradually going crazy inside the door.

Maybe Countess Liselina prefers a more traditional interrogation.

But their happy group can no longer provide this kind of business.

The door was slowly closed, and through the narrowing gap, his face was gradually covered by the door along with the voice.

"Fake, all of them are fake, hahaha!!"

Countess Lislina's soul seemed to be torn apart, and she felt that the last strings in her brain were all snapped, trying to escape from this terrible reality.

She can no longer tell the real from the fake, and the real from the fake.

In the end, the door was finally closed tightly, completely isolating the basement from the space on the ground.

……

The two walked up the stairs back to the living room.

The lighting in the stairwell is soft and warm, making people feel the warmth of home.

There is quite a sense of relief that today's work is over.

And also watched a nice movie after dinner.

"Dekan, do you think there will be kind-hearted vampires?"

Cornelia suddenly asked a little curiously.

"Good blood?"

Durkan was stunned for a moment, and then muttered again as if feeling incredible from the bottom of his heart.

This is indeed something Cornelia would think about.

She never labels anyone at will because of any inherent concept passed on to her by others.

You can only judge the other party with your own eyes, what you hear, and your true inner feelings.

As an ethnographer, Durkan is interested in this question.

Back then, the Church of the Sacred Rites created a behemoth-like kingdom with its great achievements in sealing off the blood race.

But it may also contain innocent vampires.

After all, even demons have a few that are not too bad, and there must be some blood clans that are more neutral than demons and can coexist harmoniously with humans.

"In the era when vampires hadn't been exterminated by the Church of the Holy Ceremony, if you look for them, there should be some."

Durkan smiled slightly, and continued seriously:

"But I'm pretty sure that this female countess is the kind of blood who should never return to the earth. It's definitely not because I'm a living hell that I'm doing this to her."

"is it?"

"Absolutely."

"……yes?"

"... Absolutely."

……

Someday in a week.

As night fell and the lights came on, a high-speed magic energy train drove on the winding rails, passing through one piece after another of magnificent wild scenery.

The lights in the carriage illuminate every corner, exuding the traces of time. The elegant wooden floor and exquisite iron decoration outline a warm and story-filled picture.

Various passengers chat with each other and share their travel experience.

Ladies in gowns sip cider elegantly and chat with their mates, while some adventurous youngsters chat excitedly in the corner about their upcoming adventures.

The conductors, dressed in neat uniforms, patrolled the carriages and provided warm and considerate services to passengers.They ask passengers what they need with a smile to ensure that each traveler can enjoy the most comfortable experience on this fascinating journey.

A couple and a lively and cheerful little girl sat in a carriage.

The ingenious Durkan made her a little top hat, and after wearing it, her dragon horns looked more like a pair of cute headpieces.

She and Cornelia clung to each other all the way, and Durkan sat on the other side most of the time and read the newspaper.

Despite the travel expenses and board and lodging along the way, Zestrila knew that it was the Dekan couple who did not need to ask the town priest.

But she is not a hypocritical child.

Without being too shy, he accepted Durkan and Cornelia's kindness.

Just like this couple would pray—everything is a gift from the Goddess, following her kind and benevolent teachings, and honoring the name of the Goddess is the best reward they can make.

Zestrella, who was raised by the priests and nuns of the church since childhood, is also grateful to the goddess from the bottom of her heart.

"This is where?"

Zestrilla looked at the notice boards that appeared from time to time outside the car window. She didn't know the characters of the central countries engraved on them, and she couldn't even understand what the passengers who got on the train at these stops said.

"Norton Kingdom, we will arrive at Kuran in two hours."

Cornelia smiled and reached out to caress the back of Zestrella's head.

Hearing this, Zestrila's eyes lit up as if electrified.

"Norton Kingdom, Ku, Kuran Territory?!"

"Then, do I have a chance to meet the legendary lord and his partner?"

she asked excitedly.

"Which one?"

Cornelia also couldn't help becoming curious.

She had never seen Zestrila show strong admiration for anyone other than the goddess.

Zestrella took a deep breath, and then said as if shouting:

"Pope of Pain!"

Durkan, who was sitting beside him, almost spat out a mouthful of tea.

Cornelia was also stunned.

She's a little messed up.

Maybe it was to get along with other children. In the small town before, Zestrella had never expressed his liking for the Painful Pope.

After all, the version spread to the countryside of the Vihart Kingdom, the Pope of Pain has been completely reduced to an alternative dark story.

Now that she came to the hometown of the Painful Pope, Zestrella finally couldn't hide her excitement.

Durkan's brain is also thinking about what is going on at the speed of light.

Gradually, he solved an unsolved mystery.

He finally knew why Zestrella hated himself so much!

It turned out that it was because she had the same name as the Pope of Pain, and then acted too gentle, which to some extent insulted the dark hero she admired!

"Is it possible for us to visit the Holy Land on the way?"

"I want to go to Hevenlett College. I heard that he knocked down the professor when he was young! Then he became a school bully immediately!"

"I want to go to the old site of Kaixin Group! Take a look at the interrogation room of the three bullies in the capital!"

"I want to be as gorgeous, rational and charming as the little succubus Durkan!"

"I still want to play the famous piano - Juggernaut Che..."

Hearing Zestrella's non-stop chirping, and looking at her innocent and expectant eyes like a child, Durkan only felt a lump in his throat.

Although he has always liked others to respect him.

But it was the first time someone's respect made him feel as uncomfortable as eating Coptis chinensis.

Why do you worship all my negative news! !

Episode 13 Durkan began to feel something was wrong

"Corneria, Cornelia, are we going to pass through those holy places?"

After chattering for a while, Zestrella finally asked, shaking Cornelia's forearm.

Cornelia looked at Durkan with a wry smile without words.

She felt that Durkan's mood at the moment was also quite complicated.

It's not very good to answer Zestrella for Durkan.

"...Maybe, maybe, maybe."

Durkan spoke vaguely.

It would be nice if the little guy Zestrila was as resistant to his past as Tata was.

He never expected that Zestrella was actually a fan of the Painful Pope!

Get used to a quiet life.

In fact, Durkan also found that some things at the beginning seemed a bit dark in history now.

Just being narrated by Zestrella like this made Durkan feel his scalp go numb.