Don't confiscate my citizenship

In the chapel on the base floor of Lichtens Castle, Lanci gave everyone a vivid handicraft class, the content of which was Mummy Making Process That a Three-Year-Old Child Can Understand.

After asking the priest to cleanly seal the extracted Earl's blood.

Next, Lan Qi began to guide everyone's work arrangements.

First of all, the three people from the Chamber of Commerce are responsible for building the coffin for the mummy. They can use the cast iron room on the fourth floor of the castle.

The clergy are responsible for the optimization of the count.

Lan Qi and the others will prepare tomorrow's activities and catering plans.

Everyone needs to stay up late and work overtime tonight. After finishing the work, we can happily enjoy this wonderful holiday together.

Although everyone felt a little tired after such a fulfilling day, they felt full of energy when they thought that there were still four days to play.

Blood...give me my blood back...

Count Palokas's voice was hoarse and weak, like a skinny man addicted to drugs.

So staying up late is really very harmful, and it actually caused him so much pain. Count Palokas likes to stay up late. In order to correct his bad habits, we have to stay up with him for a while tonight. As the saying goes, it is harmful and harmful. Harm yourself.

Lan Qi looked at the mummified Count Palokas who was still shaking on the ground and couldn't help but sigh.

Hyperion hesitated to speak.

She always felt that Count Palokas' pain was not entirely caused by staying up late.

Mr. Lanci, since vampires have immortality, they will not die even if they stay up all night. So in the future, if we encounter vampires who are unwilling to adjust their schedules, can we first let them try to stay up for ten days and a half without sleeping? So, help them realize the importance of good work and rest?

The young master of the Chamber of Commerce immediately began to draw inferences and asked Lan Qi questions.

That's right.

Lan Qi nodded happily.

As the saying goes, virtue is impermanent, and kindness is the teacher. I am afraid that the young master of the Chamber of Commerce has realized the true meaning of persuading others with virtue.

...

Hyperion saw that one of them dared to teach and the other dared to learn.

It feels like there is one less normal person.

Originally, the young master of the Chamber of Commerce had been paddling all afternoon without saying a few words. Hyperion thought he was the least affected by Lan Qi, but she didn't expect that he would be severely infected if he opened his mouth.

…

The world outside the window was still in deep darkness. The courtyard of the castle and the mountains and forests further away were hidden in the night, with only the moonlight illuminating their outlines.

On the second floor of Lichtens Castle, there is bedroom No. 202 where the Resurrectionists are imprisoned.

Extremely silent.

The air was filled with the heavy smell of rust and blood, and the gorgeous decorations, floors, and walls were all stained with splatters of blood, red, brown, and black. Each color represented a different time. pain.

In the center of the room, a petite girl was unconscious on a chair. Iron locks, chains and shackles bound her body tightly, making it impossible to escape.

Her clothes seemed to have been torn apart by wild beasts, her shoulders were in tatters, and the original white robe of the priest had been dyed into patches of deep red.

The source of those bloodstains are nothing more than the numerous scars on her body. Each one goes deep into her skin, recording unforgettable memories. It looks like it has been eroded by the wind and snow in the severe cold. She is extremely pale. The wound on her thigh has not healed, like a wound at any time. A sickly red thread that bleeds.

In the middle of the night, the dark clouds in the sky seemed to have drifted away, allowing the faint moonlight to shine into the bedroom and illuminate the girl's face.

The captive Priestess of the Resurrection Church closed her eyes tightly, as if she was suffering indescribable pain and torture in a dream.

Suddenly, there was faint movement downstairs, the slight sound of iron chains clashing, the creaking of wooden stair handrails, and the faint sound of conversation.

These tiny sounds were like a key, slowly opening the door to her consciousness.

...

Her eyelids began to tremble slightly, slowly lifting the fog of coma, and her consciousness slowly emerged from the darkness and gradually became clear.

She remembered that she seemed to have arrived in a shadow world called [Temple Villain Dinner]. She was a blood relative with the mission of betraying and killing challengers, and she wanted to inflict the most cruel psychological and mental torture on other challengers. …

Then……

And then……

She didn't want to think about it anymore.

She suddenly opened her heavy eyelids as if awakened from a nightmare, and the weak moonlight shining into her pupils made her feel particularly dazzling.

...

When her consciousness fully recovered, all the details in the room seemed so clear. She could feel the cold chains on her body and the freedom she had been deprived of, the faint sound of wind in her ears, and the sharp pain in her body.

Those once bright blue eyes were now dull and lifeless, only filled with deep exhaustion.

Icerite Academy is truly a bunch of unimaginable beasts, capable of anything.

Priestess wanted to speak out, but her lungs felt as if they had been cut by a sharp sword. Her heavy and intermittent breathing sounded like wind blowing through sand and stones, making a rustling sound. The traces of pain had drifted out of her body and turned into The smell of blood wafts in the air.

Damn... thing...

Although the sounds coming from her gagged mouth were faint and confused, they were full of endless resentment and filled the dim room.

The girl's face looked like a stone statue in the pale moonlight, stiff and lifeless.

Suddenly, the door came closer and closer, and the sound of gradually clear footsteps broke the silence of the room, like wind chimes coming from afar.

It was the unhurried pace of a winner, as if preparing to enjoy the last prey, extremely calm.

There is no doubt that the Blood Count has finally arrived.

Listening to the sound outside the door, Priestess raised the corners of her mouth, raised her head and laughed, her smile was like a blooming flower of madness, her laughter was shrill and hollow.

She understood that her death had come, but the pain and humiliation would also end.

Even though she was still extremely afraid of those three priests, she now knew that they were dead after torturing her for so long.

Including that damn Ranch Wilford.

She just felt happy!

She slowly raised her drooped head and focused her gaze on the door, the door where the Vampire Earl was about to step in.

For some reason, she doesn't feel how scary the Vampire Earl is now.

Click.

At the last moment when the door lock made the sound of metal twisting, she had no fear, but instead felt a sense of relief. As she laughed, the corners of her eyes began to moisten with tears of bitter relief.

But the next second.

Lan Qi, who opened the door, held the interrogation transcript in his hand and looked at her suspiciously.

Girl, can you share anything happy with me?