Sequential Evolution

Just when Lin Tianyi and Xuantian's disciples spent a peaceful night in the Earl of Abyss Manor.

Inside the secret room on the second floor of Chatsworth Manor, a man in black robes was holding a thorn cane and beating a pale girl.

No one could imagine such a scene. Sharon Doyle, the daughter of an imperial prince, would kneel in front of a three-meter-high statue in such an embarrassed posture.

And the person who personally whipped her was actually the one who, despite having a very bad reputation, was rated as the most gentle nobleman by the Intis newspaper, a fashionable weather vane, a prince who was close to the people, a poet who would never get angry, a combination of elegance, beauty, and... Petrov, a lustful prince who combines talent and good temper.

Petrov is indeed a very controversial person, but he is also quite skillful and talented. When he was eighteen years old, he published the poetry collection "Walking with Souls" which was popular in six countries and seven seas.

At that time, he was the dream lover of countless girls. Even Dulin, a great writer in the romantic city, commented on him in a literary review:

"Petrov was the first storm to blow from Intis and swept across the six countries, but it brought only flowers to our shores."

It was such a prince who said to his only daughter in the coldest voice at this time:

"Put on all your clothes. If you weren't useful next time, I should have strangled you with snake skin and thrown your body into the backstreets and dirty alleys of Pinsk."

"Lilith Weir actually managed to take the potion without being under your care?"

Sharon Doyle's delicate white back was now dotted with blood, and the hideous outward wound even vaguely exposed the white spine. It was obvious that the wound was deep to a certain extent.

She picked up the hem of the skirt that was thrown aside like trash, ignored the hideous wounds on her back, and just put it on her body, while making a submissive voice:

"Yes, Lilith Weir has indeed been promoted to [Witch], and her body has begun to exude the aura of our Lord."

When saying these words, Sharon Doyle once again knelt down devoutly before the entire black veiled figure.

Prince Petrov frowned and said gloomily:

"In two days, Tenas will lead the four kings and seven generals as agreed to attack Port Velise before the advent ceremony. The apostles have also quietly spread the disease. How dare you show up at this juncture? Such a big mistake?"

"Before entering the Cemetery of the Holy Innocents, you should use the hair given by my god to kill that dirty and disgusting old woman directly."

Princess Sharon did not refute, but asked:

"Father, Mr. K of Black Goat, seems to have left Intis, ancient contract..."

Petrov waved his hand, interrupted Sharon Doyle, and said impatiently:

"That's what I expected. I have other alternatives. The old and immortal Greg can actually take action. It seems that the two young punishment agents should not move for now. They can't affect the overall situation. "

"By the way, give them the invitation! Let them attend the coming-of-age ceremony dinner. These two little witnesses are qualified to bask in the first ray of holy light when God comes to the world."

As he spoke, Petrov subconsciously touched his chin with a beautiful groove. This movement gradually changed from slow to fast, or even faster.

"You go down first, I want to listen to the teachings of the original god here for a while."

"Yes, Father."

Sharon Doyle bowed her head in reverence, stepping on the bloody vines covered with thorns with her bare feet, letting the little blood flowers stain the spotless floor tiles of the secret room like plum blossoms blooming in the winter moon.

As she left, a large number of muscles began to squirm alive under Petrov's loose noble robes. Petrov's ten fingers were on his face, scratching quickly because the movements were too It was so violent that the lower eyelids were opened, leaving bloody traces.

"Ahhhhh, my brain is shaking!"

"There are still two days left. I still have to wait two more days. Oh my God...I can't wait any longer..."

A large number of black, short black snakes with one eye emerged from under the tulle skirt of the statue, and poured into Prince Petrov's mouth, nose, and ears. If this strange and terrifying scene were seen by ordinary people, When people see it, their sanity will go crazy, they will fall into madness, and they will become monsters.

…

At the same time, in the manor of Grand Duke Lanster.

Lilith Weir was lying on the bed. The old family doctor stood beside the Grand Duke of Lanster. Father Gragon of the Inquisition was holding the holy water symbolizing the "divine grace" of the Storm Goddess and spreading it with his fingertips. Water droplets of azure light smeared on Lilith Weir's eyebrows.

This holy water is a real treasure in the sense of mysticism. It can cleanse the soul, eliminate sins, and bring peace of mind.

At the same time... it can also allow the caster to sense abnormalities in the recipient's body, including contamination of the magic potion.

"Father, my daughter..."

Grand Duke Lanster asked nervously.

Gragon's golden goatee was slightly raised, and there seemed to be a gentle breeze stirring inside the white priest's robe.

Just with the help of the power of holy water, pressing Lilith Weir's smooth forehead has squandered all his vast spirituality. It seems that there is a black hole that swallows everything in Lilith Weir's body. No matter how much extraordinary power he has, , all fill up the vacant part.

This is Father Gragon's personal behavior. He wants to save this kind girl, even though he knows that this is likely to damage a lot of vitality, so that he may not be able to cope with the disaster that is about to happen next.

Hearing the words of Grand Duke Lanster, he slowly straightened up and showed a warm smile like the sun:

"Your Majesty, please rest assured. Miss Lilith was only slightly frightened. I have already cast the Requiem Curse. I believe that after tonight, she will be completely fine."

The Archduke of Lanster breathed a long sigh of relief when he heard Father Gragon's words.

Guarding his daughter, the somewhat uneasy Grand Duke Lanster asked:

"I wonder if my daughter can go to the church to recuperate for a few days? Only by bathing in the light of the God of Storms can I feel completely at ease."

The incident ten years ago has always been a knot in the heart of Grand Duke Lanster.

He was not a devout believer in any church before, but since then, he has almost become a guest of the Church of Storms.

Donating to schools, setting up charity funds, buying heavily polluting factories, he has done too many good things, just to prevent the tragedy that happened to his wife from happening again to his beloved daughter.

Father Gragon's heart tightened, and he was indeed here.

If His Majesty the Bishop had not made a clear revelation, asking him to reject the request of Grand Duke Lanster, he would have almost agreed.

It's a pity that fate has already arranged that he can only be the villain.

"If I remember correctly, Miss Lilith's coming-of-age ceremony will be held soon. If you still insist after the coming-of-age ceremony, then do as you say."

"Let's go out and don't disturb Miss Lilith's rest."

With that said, Father Gragon stood up on his own initiative and walked out of Lilith Weir's boudoir with a warm smile.

But no one noticed that this kind white-robed priest's originally straight back was slightly stooped...

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