Starting from the Dragon Tribe

"Mr. Lu, you are back!"

When Sister Sylphy saw Lu Chen, her eyes lit up and she came forward.

"What's up?"

When Lu Chen saw the other person's eyes, he felt something was wrong, but he was actually not in a hurry. The other person had helped him with many things in the church, so it didn't hurt to listen and see.

"Please Mr. Lu, please save my father, he must not have died in the line of duty!"

Sister Sylphy held Lu Chen's hand and begged, her eyes full of anxiety.

Lu Chen knew why Ji Wu Jiu had just reminded him. He suddenly remembered that Mr. Bolton from Imperial Shield had a surname of Michelle, and Sister Sylphy's full name was Sylphy Michelle.

The other party was Mr. Burton's daughter, but he had not noticed it before.

Mr. Bolton is not young. When he reported to Dawn Knight Knitting Company, Lu Chen had chatted with him for several hours. He was a very forthright man who looked a little old.

He has been in the position of the Knight of Dawn for more than twenty years. He was once considered to be a powerful person in the church who could become a divine envoy. However, after so many years, he still failed to successfully absorb the origin of the divine envoy. Now seven At the age of ten, he is in his old age among the extraordinary beings in this world.

Sister Sylphy looks young only because the strange power has changed her physique. In fact, as a high-risk night watchman, she is nearly forty years old. Due to work reasons, she is still unmarried.

"The intelligence says he is missing, so there is hope. I will do my best to investigate in the Sea of ​​Nothingness."

Lu Chen said, he was not trying to deal with the family members, but he only said "try your best"

Because even Peter was missing in the Sea of ​​Nothingness, and Bolton, who was not even a divine envoy-level powerhouse, had little chance of surviving.

"Let's talk somewhere quiet."

Lu Chen glanced at the two members of the Inquisition who were looking intently. Strictly speaking, what Sister Sylphy was doing now violated the "discipline" within the church.

As one of the Knights of the Dawn, Lu Chen accepts tasks that affect the security of the country. No one should try to interfere with his actions, whether in action or words.

However, Ji Wu Jiu was not a cold-faced murderer like Lu Chen imagined. He turned a blind eye to this kind of thing. Perhaps it was because of the special status of his family members this time. After all, he was a Knight of the Dawn. daughter.

When the two came to the library, Lu Chen felt that his schedule was very full, just like one of those big bosses who accepted meetings every day. He had to meet with Kaka later to confirm detailed information.

"My father has always served the church diligently. Although he is old, he can still contribute for a few more years. Please Mr. Lu not to give up on him."

Because Sister Sylphi stayed in the royal capital all year round to deal with various incidents, she was more or less familiar with many documents and records, so she had a better understanding of the procedures for handling some matters.

Like what happened this time, even the Dawn Knights died in the Sea of ​​Void and one of them went missing. It is unlikely that the Church will let the Dawn Knights take further risks. It is already unsafe to defend against weird invasions at the border of the Sea of ​​Void. method.

Although it was not mentioned above, she knew in her heart that her father had been abandoned. If the original probability of survival was 1%, then if no one rescued him, it would be zero.

Before the Imperial Sword set off, she went to see Mr. Ye, but Mr. Ye said that his priority was to ensure the safety of the people, and that one person did not have the energy to go deeper into the Sea of ​​Nothingness.

She was disappointed, but at the same time she understood the other party's difficulties. Mr. Ye had a very good relationship with his father, and he felt uncomfortable when his father disappeared, but he could not risk the lives of all the people in the northern part of the empire.

Before Mr. Ye left, he told her that if the church continued to send reinforcements, it would be Lu Chen. He also told her in a subtle way that Lu Chen was far stronger than church insiders thought, and perhaps Lu Chen would be able to complete the rescue.

So she heard that Mr. Lu was returning this morning and waited outside the Inquisition early in the morning, because she saw the Inquisitor waiting in front of the Drivian Column early in the morning.

Lu Chen looked at Sister Sylphy with tears in her eyes and sighed: "You don't have to be so humble. The church has never given up on Mr. Bolton. He is a respectable knight."

"But... the church is currently even..."

Sister Sylphy said and paused. She wanted to say that even the Lord Magistrate was not sent.

She knew that it would be inconvenient for His Majesty the Pope to leave the capital, but when the Dawn Knight disappeared, wouldn't even the powerful divine envoys be dispatched?

In her opinion, this is already a silent statement by the church.

She was disappointed and confused, and her lifelong struggle for her father was not worth it, but she did not dare to show it because she hoped that the church would change its mind and send heavyweights to the Sea of ​​Nothingness to complete the rescue.

"I know what you want to say, but the reality is different from what you think. I will not set off to the Sea of ​​Nothingness immediately, but after arriving there, I will search for Mr. Bolton's traces as long as I can."

The Church of Morning Embrace did not ignore the life and death of the Dawn Knight. It had already sent a stronger being than Sister Sylphy thought to the Sea of ​​Nothingness, but Pope Peter was also missing.

Lu Chen looked solemn, "As I said, I said I will try my best, and that means I will try my best. And what you, Sister Sylphy, should do now is finish your work or go home to rest."

Sister Sylphy looked at the eyes and expression of the young man in front of her, and finally nodded, "Then please leave it to Mr. Lu."

Lu Chen stood up, "Never doubt your beliefs, even if they are not necessarily right, because it will destroy you."

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The water rippled and mist rose in the room.

The huge hot spring pool is surrounded by white stone pillars. The floors on both sides are made of uneven gray-white stone slabs. The walls are painted with crazy and twisted murals. In the center of the hot spring pool stands a sculpture of a woman, without depicting her face. Wearing a loose robe, the shape of the figure cannot be seen.

The whole building is tall and magnificent, divided into two floors. The entrance and exit are oak-white round arches and magnificent chandeliers, which complement the murals and statues.

Not far from the entrance of the hot spring pool, a blond boy was sitting on the steps with his upper body naked, quietly absorbing the power of the medicine in his body. He had a dagger wrapped in a black leather sheath in his hand. Even when he was taking a bath, he would Carry.

The gurgling water flowed down from the top of his head. The person who guided the water flow was very clever. It moistened his hair, but it did not flow to his forehead.

A pair of white bare hands were slowly kneading the top of his head. It was definitely a master-level massage technique, soothing and relaxing.

Standing behind the boy was also a young girl, wearing a silk translucent yukata, serving the Holy Son of the Church with a respectful expression, not squinting, and not daring to overstep in the slightest.

Because a few days ago, a maid who wanted to climb on the Holy Son to have sex with her was grabbed by the neck and thrown out by His Highness. It was said that she was later 'assigned'.

"It's heavy."

Clemend opened his eyes and said calmly.

The girl behind her trembled with her hands and knelt on the ground in fear, not daring to make a sound.

Although Clement didn't look back, he knew what kind of erotic scene was behind him. He lowered his head and looked at his face reflected in the water without saying a word.

What am I doing?

Can we only vent our anger on these lower-level members of the Eternal Night Church?

He sighed, "Go out and tell the people outside that I just want to be alone and it has nothing to do with you."

When he first came here, he enjoyed all the luxuries, but he was not happy and would even get angry at the servants.

But later he hated that kind of himself. Although they were all members of the Eternal Night Church, they were just ordinary people who had not mastered extraordinary power. He made things difficult for the other party, which was precisely a sign of his own weakness.

He told himself to be patient, and he was good at forbearing, so he gradually became silent, his words became fewer and fewer, and the atmosphere around him became heavier.

In the Eternal Night Church, they gave themselves a special kind of medicine. He resisted internally, but he didn’t want to make people suspicious. After taking it, he discovered that it was not a mind-affecting or brainwashing drug, but something that strengthened the body. "tonic"

Clement, who has studied the knowledge of night noodles, knows that those medicines contain purified strange origins, which will subtly affect his body, making his body more stable and powerful before he reaches adulthood at the age of eighteen.

At present, it seems that the Eternal Night Church is cultivating him carefully. In addition to luxurious enjoyment every day, it is also taught by the sin priests in turns.

They will tell themselves about the knowledge of weird and mysterious items. Some aspects are not even mentioned in the guardian inheritance place. In other words, Master Yideng's understanding of these aspects is not as profound as that of the Sin Archbishops.

From the various weird types and coping methods to the usage conditions and utilization rates of mysterious items, the Eternal Night Church gave him the best education, and at the same time, there were third-class priests accompanying him for practical training.

In actual combat training, Clement never held back. From initial failure to actually killing his opponent, he became more and more skilled.

He also hates himself like this. It is obvious that those third-class priests would not dare to hurt him after winning, but if he wins, he will wipe the opponent's neck mercilessly.

Some of the Sin Priests frowned and some clapped their hands, making him feel like a monkey in a cage.

But no matter what he did, whether he killed people or defeated him, the aloof Pope of the Evernight Church always smiled and said that he had done a good job.

Within the Eternal Night Church, he had also heard discussions from some people, saying that the Pope was too indulgent towards His Royal Highness the Son, and that it was almost a bottomless "pampering".

But he only met those people once and never saw them again.

The girl wearing a gauze yukata walked out of the round arch with trembling legs, while Clement picked up the guardian dagger, closed his eyes to sense it, and concentrated on it, trying to see if it would change.

But after the guardian's dagger was drawn out, it was still as ordinary as iron, without even a flicker of brilliance.

Clement silently inserted the dagger back, he couldn't do it, and he also heard that his sister had mastered three guardian suits, and even the Sin Archbishops might not be able to kill her.

The warm water flowed down from the top of his head again. Clement came back to his senses and frowned, thinking that the maid had left and returned.

But the next moment, a familiar gentle voice sounded, causing his half-opened mouth to close again.

"My little Clement, you seem very unhappy. Did that little girl offend our Holy Son?"

A woman in a black bathrobe came behind him at some point, placed a pair of white jade hands on top of his head, and started to move.

"His Majesty the Pope."

Clement wanted to turn around and salute, but was held down by a gentle force.

"Don't move, I'm just here to chat with you."

Even though Clement hated this woman, he had to admit that her voice was really nice and had a strange alluring power.

"Doesn't His Majesty the Pope have to be busy with things in the church?"

Clement felt that he should say something.

"In your opinion, the pope should be busy?"

Mona asked rhetorically.

"Isn't it? When I was a child..."

Clement wanted to say that when he was a child, he had met the Pope of the Morning Embrace Church. At that time, his family told him how rare it was to see the Pope because he had so many things to do.

But he stopped mid-sentence because he didn't want to recall his childhood. He no longer hated the manor, but he was still disappointed that his family had been forgotten.

"Little Clement seems to really don't want to mention the past, but let me guess, you want to talk about the Pope of Morning Embrace Church?"

Mona moved her hands gently, which was far better than the maid's technique, making Clement almost let go of himself.

But when he heard Mona's words, he was still frightened and didn't know how to answer.

"Don't be so nervous. Religious beliefs and so-called heretical hatred are just definitions. In fact, there is nothing to say. I don't think the Morning Embrace Church is a heretical existence. I don't hate them. On the contrary, I have always been I think our goal is the same, but the path is different.”

Mona chuckled and said: "Of course, since you mentioned Peter, let me take him as an example. He has never had a time when he had everything to do. As far as I know, when he was young, he should have completed his tasks at the minimum. He started fishing since he was working, and now that he is old, it should be even worse. I heard that he stayed in that high tower and was not even willing to go to the church to show up."

"His Majesty the Pope wants to say that you are not actually busy?"

Clement was shamefully interested in this topic. Rather, every "ordinary person" would be interested in the gossip of those big shots.

"Being busy is not a reflection of ability. People who are truly capable always have an easy life. They always work hard on important things and pray for the final result. Not being busy does not mean not worrying."

Mona applied shampoo to her hands and rubbed them into Clement's fluffy blond hair.

"...Is His Majesty the Pope very worried?"

Clement asked rhetorically.

"Of course, after all, the people here are more or less mentally abnormal. I always have to worry about whether they will get into trouble. Just like what I said to Mr. Lu who came to stop you when I picked you up that day, the world's people There are always misunderstandings about us, but we are not a cult.”

Mona's voice was filled with emotion.