Do not confiscate my citizenship

Chapter 157 Principal Lan Qi is very concerned about the mood of the students
In the sanctuary on the base floor of Lichtens Castle, Lanci gave everyone a vivid manual class, the content of which was "The Mummy Making Process That Three-Year-Old Children Can Understand".

After asking the priest to cleanly seal up the extracted blood of the earl.

Then Lan Qi began to guide everyone's work arrangements.

First of all, the three members of the chamber of commerce are responsible for building the coffin for the mummy, and the iron room on the fourth floor of the castle will do.

The clergy are responsible for count optimization.

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

Tonight, everyone still needs to stay up late and work overtime. After finishing the work, we can enjoy this wonderful holiday together.

Although everyone feels a little tired after this very fulfilling day, but thinking that there are still four days to play, I feel full of energy.

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

Earl Palocas's voice was hoarse and weak, like a skinny man with an addiction.

"So staying up late is really harmful, and it made him so painful. Earl Palokas likes to stay up late. In order to correct his bad habits, we have to stay with him for a while tonight. Harm yourself."

Lan Qi couldn't help sighing as he looked at the trembling mummified Earl Palocas on the ground.

Hubley Ann hesitated to speak.

She always felt that Earl Palocas' pain was not entirely caused by staying up all night.

"Mr. Lan Qi, since blood races have immortality, they won't die even if they stay up all night forever. So in the future, if you encounter blood races who refuse to adjust their schedules, can you let them try to stay up for ten days and a half months without sleep, and borrow Therefore, help them realize the importance of a good routine?"

The young master of the Chamber of Commerce immediately began to infer other cases from one instance, and asked Lan Qi questions from the side.

"Exactly."

Lankey nodded in relief.

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

"..."

Huberian saw how 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. Huberian thought he was the one least affected by Lan Qi, but he didn't expect that he was seriously infected when he opened his mouth.

……

The world outside the window is still in deep darkness, the courtyard of the castle and the mountains beyond are hidden in the night, only the moonlight illuminates their outlines.

On the second floor of Lichtens Castle, bedroom No. [-] where resurrected Christians were imprisoned.

Very quiet.

The air was filled with a heavy smell of rust and blood, and the magnificent decoration, the floor, and the walls were all covered with splattered blood, red, brown, and black, and each color represented a different time. pain.

In the center of the room, a petite girl is lying unconscious on a chair. Iron locks, chains and shackles bind her body tightly, and she cannot escape.

Her clothes seemed to have been torn by wild beasts, her shoulders were in tatters, and the original priest's white robe had been almost dyed deep red one after another.

The source of those bloodstains is nothing more than numerous scars on her body, each of which penetrated deep into the skin, recording an unforgettable memory, as if it had been eroded by the wind and snow in the severe cold, it was extremely pale, and the wound on her thigh had not healed, like a wound A sickly red thread that bleeds.

In the middle of the night, a dark cloud in the sky seemed to have drifted past, allowing the faint moonlight to enter the bedroom, illuminating the girl's face.

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

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

These tiny voices were like a key, slowly opening the door of her consciousness.

"..."

Her eyelids began to tremble slightly, and the fog of coma was slowly lifted, and consciousness slowly emerged in the darkness, gradually becoming clearer.

She remembers that she seems to have come to a shadow world called [Temple Villain’s Banquet], she is a blood family member with the mission of betraying and killing challengers, and she wants to inflict the most cruel psychological and spiritual torture on other challengers ...

then……

And then……

She didn't want to continue thinking about it.

As if awakened from a nightmare, she suddenly opened her heavy eyelids, and the faint moonlight shining into her pupils made her feel extraordinarily dazzling.

"..."

When her consciousness was fully recovered, all the details in the room appeared so clear, she could feel the cold chains on her body and the freedom that was taken away, the faint sound of the wind in her ears and the sharp pain on her body.

Those once bright blue eyes are now dull and dull, only deeply tired.

The Icarite Academy is an unimaginable bunch of beasts capable of anything.

Priestess wanted to speak out, but her lungs seemed to be pierced by a sharp sword. The heavy and intermittent breathing sounded like wind blowing through sand and stones, making a rustling sound. The painful trajectory had already floated out of her body, turning into a The smell of blood wafted in the air.

"Damn... the... thing..."

Although the voice from her gagged mouth was weak and indistinct, it was full of endless resentment, filling the dimly lit room.

Under the bleak moonlight, the girl's face was like a stone statue, stiff and dead.

Suddenly, the door got closer and closer, and the sound of gradually clear steps broke the silence of the room, like a wind chime from afar.

That is the unhurried pace of the winner, as if preparing to enjoy the last prey, extremely calm.

There is no doubt that the blood earl has finally arrived.

Hearing the voice outside the door, the Priestess raised her mouth and smiled like a blooming mad flower. The laughter was shrill and hollow.

She knew that her death had come, but so would the pain and humiliation.

Even though she still fears those three priests in her heart, she now knows that they who tortured her for so long are dead.

Including that most damning Lankey Wilford.

She just feels happy!

She slowly raised her drooping head, and focused her gaze on the door, the door that the blood count was about to step in.

For some reason, now she doesn't feel how scary the blood count is at all.

Click.

At the last moment when the door lock had already heard the sound of metal twisting, she didn't have any fear, but a feeling of relief.With the laughter, the corners of her eyes began to moisten, which were bitter and relieved tears.

But the next second.

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

"Girl, is there anything happy you can share with me?"

(End of this chapter)