Rebirth: The Strong Pregnant Lady

He tried his best to resist the feeling of nausea. Father Kieran tried to tell himself that in order to live, let alone drink blood, they must try any suffering.

Klaus's behavior told father Kieran that now, they had only one choice, that is, father Kieran. He was bored with the blood Klaus gave him.

Klaus looked at father Kieran. He drank blood, nodded, walked aside, took a sharp knife from his body, pulled father Kieran's wrist, went down with a knife, cut his palm hard, and began to bleed hard.

The more straightforward the action, the less suffering father Kieran suffered. Therefore, Klaus didn't think of anything else at all, but found the main artery accurately.

A knife cut down so neatly!

The blood hissed out of the cut. Klaus took a tool and put it under it to avoid accidentally polluting the Holy Church, didn't he?

While bleeding and squeezing, Klaus did it without blinking. He was not too professional than those who killed pigs and sheep.

Camille had no reaction to his quick and accurate action and speed. He only looked at the liquid dripping with red eyes.

Gathered in the jar of the sacred vessel, and soon it overflowed the bottom, a coquettish red.

Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick.

"Tell me, Klaus, are you sure it works?" Camille didn't know if he had asked, but Klaus answered her question, "I'm not sure about this. However, if the priest has Verbena in his body, I can't use mind control to deal with bastina's spell. Therefore, our first step is to shed his blood."

Without Verbena, Klaus could let father Kieran obey his orders and try to resist the spell.

The blood came out bit by bit, and there was no place for a holy instrument. Camille hurried to move another one.

Father Kieran's mind has been a little dizzy because of too much blood loss. If Klaus hadn't given him his own blood first, he would have died. Now he is half dead. He just followed Klaus's actions.

Blood, too much, Klaus looked at the color of blood. Compared with the previous color, it seemed that the color had changed a little.

Camille covered her mouth. She wanted to vomit. She watched Klaus stretch one hand into the blood and pull it a few times. Then, she took out the blood with her fingertips and licked / licked / licked, as if trying the taste of the dish.

--What's he doing?

Klaus tasted father Kieran's blood, but his eyebrows still didn't loosen. He sighed. Verbena has been taking it for too long, and more than a third of the blood has flowed out, and there is still a high concentration.

With a brush, the knife more forcefully cut off another blood vessel in father Kieran's palm, promoting the flow of blood.

Camille took a step back.

Klaus doesn't want to force Camille. She has been looking at it. His tone can't help but become a little ironic. This guy should have avoided it a little. It's estimated that her uncle father Kieran doesn't want Camille to see such a bloody scene. "If you can't see it, just wait for us outside. I said it won't be so easy."

Camille's throat rolled up and down several times and held her breath deeply. She tried to suppress her instinctive physiological response and insisted in a low voice, "I'm fine. Do your best. I believe we can succeed."