Translator: Dj2203
Editor: Dj2203
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Susan walked into the basement of the Dark Cafe.
Similar to the churches of the Vatican and blessed objects that all had varying degrees of divinity, demonic atmosphere would also gather where demons were. The more demons there were, the stronger the demonic atmosphere.
After Susan gathered all the succubi and opened the Dark Cafe, she set up a magic circle in the basement to collect the evil spirits and scattered magic power brought by the succubi. On the one hand, it prevented the evil spirits from corrupting humans and thus being eliminated by the Church. On the other hand, it stored the magic power for setting up the magic circle.
Susan believed that Luo Mi must have had this consideration when he asked her to gather all the succubi together, so she did it in advance.
Now was the time to use it.
She followed the voice’s instructions and used the magic power she had gathered to draw a simple magic circle in the basement.
The basement soon became quiet.
Not long after, a purple-black light appeared in the middle of the magic circle. Susan felt that the surroundings had turned extremely cold, as if she had fallen into an ice cave in the devil’s domain.
She couldn’t help rubbing her arms and inadvertently discovered that her shadow’s posture was different from hers – it was kneeling towards the magic circle!
Susan understood something and knelt down like her own shadow, with her forehead touching the ground, not daring to look up.
After an unknown amount of time, Susan finally heard a somewhat cold and magnetic voice: “Well done.”
Unlike the previous distant voice transmission, this time the sound actually appeared in her ears!
Susan subconsciously wanted to look up, but then she felt her body stiffen – that was the feeling of being dominated by a high-level demon.
She wanted to say something but found that she was being dominated and couldn’t even make a sound. She could only see a pair of black boots walking past her, followed by the sound of the door opening.
Until the dominant contact, he only praised her indifferently at the beginning, and then acted as if she didn’t exist.
But Susan didn’t feel dissatisfied at all. Instead, she felt very fortunate and excited: The Lord praised her! When she returns to the Demon Realm and tells her sisters about it, it will be enough to make them envious to death, and it will also allow her to directly become the patriarch of their family!
Susan was excited, but also a little confused: Why did the Lord suddenly come here in person? Is something big going to happen in Troon City?
….
The debate between the Pietists and the Seculars took place in the square in front of the Basilica of Santa Cecilia.
It should have been a grand event, but the blockade of Troon City made it quiet. But this did not affect the enthusiasm of the two groups of priests in the debate. They quoted scriptures and argued with each other. When the debate became passionate, they wanted to roll up their sleeves and fight with each other.
Fortunately, the archbishops of both factions did not participate in the debate and were only responsible for maintaining order.
Compared to previous years, Archbishop Valentine’s grey eyes were slightly unfocused, and he seemed a little absent-minded.
Prince William was scheduled to break into the palace today to seize power and would then visit the North-South dialogue as the new king and ask Archbishop Valentine to crown him – this was not in line with the succession etiquette of the Principality of Perde, so Archbishop Valentine chose to refuse before.
Now His Majesty the Angel had protected them through this blood moon, but Archbishop Valentine knew that His Majesty the Angel would not stay here forever. If the new king regarded him as a thorn in his side, then the pious faction would have a harder time in the future…
——Perhaps, if he resigned from the position of Archbishop of the Pietist Party, he could appease the new king’s dissatisfaction?
Thinking of this, Valentine couldn’t help but make a cross of devotion on his chest.
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The duration of the North-South dialogue was usually one to two weeks. The first day was just an appetizer to test each other, and there would be a long war of words later. Therefore, when the sun set on the first day, the priests of both groups tacitly finished their work and went home.
Luo Mi stood by the window, looking at the orange-red sunset outside. The setting sun was hidden behind the sunset, like a ball of melting flame.
On the other side of the sky, a full moon had already appeared dimly, blending with the sunset glow across the horizon, revealing an ominous crimson hue.
Luo Mi exhaled slightly and felt his heart pounding.
He tugged at his collar a little.
Now he was wearing the priest robe that Anos had worn before. He could smell the unique fragrance of Anos under his nose, which made him feel more and more uncomfortable – although he had long been free from the magic of body sensitivity, now Luo Mi felt that his skin could clearly feel the friction of the clothes again.
He calmed himself, estimated the time, and walked towards Anos’ bedroom.
The blood moon was approaching, and the under-prepared St. Cecilia’s Cathedral was also becoming nervous – His Royal Highness the Son of God used vast divine power to support the magic circle of the entire church, but after all, the magic circle of St. Cecilia’s Cathedral was poorly repaired before, and could withstand the demonic erosion of the blood moon, but not the physical invasion.
Therefore, all the priests and silver knights were commanded by Reinhardt to start patrolling, to guard against any trouble caused by the demons above or the soldiers of the new king whose intentions were difficult to predict.
The church servants were also asked to stay in their rooms and come out to clean only the next day, so the interior of the church had become empty.
Luo Mi quickly found the locked door of Anos. He pressed his finger on the crack of the door, and suddenly his whole body became translucent, like a ball of human-shaped jelly, and he got in through the crack of the door.
There were multi-person guest rooms in St. Cecilia’s Cathedral, and Luo Mi and Anos lived together in a two-bedroom suite with a shared living room.
Anos’s room was just like the rooms he had lived in before, simply furnished, clean and tidy, with the quilt neatly folded, just like Anos himself.
Luo Mi walked around the room, hesitated for a moment, and did not loosen the quilt.
Although the succubi knowledge had taught that the room should be decorated to be a little more ambiguous, based on Luo Mi’s understanding of Anos, he was afraid that Anos would not develop ambiguous feelings if his room was messed up.
Luo Mi chose to use smell to create the atmosphere.
Anos was immune to the magic of the succubus, but the aphrodisiac effects of the essential oils and bath gels provided by Susan were not created by magic and would have an effect even on people from the Vatican.
Luo Mi sat on the edge of the bed and began to simulate his reaction after Anos came in his mind, considering what lines and expressions he should use.
As he was thinking, Luo Mi suddenly found that his body was having a strange reaction.
He raised his finger and saw that his skin had become much whiter and softer, and the smell of Anos had become clearer, as if his sense of smell had become more sensitive. At the same time, he felt that his stomach was starting to get a little hungry, craving something to fill him up.
Luo Mi was stunned for a moment and subconsciously looked out the window.
A blood-red moon hung high in the sky, as if the sky had opened its eyes and was staring coldly at the earth.
So this was the feeling of the demon’s magic power growing under the blood moon… Luo Mi clenched his fists and felt more confident about tonight’s charm.
He sat quietly in the room illuminated only by the crimson moonlight, feeling the pulse of his body, listening to his own heart beating sometimes quickly, sometimes calmly, his palms sweating unconsciously.
Luo Mi had the urge to run back to his room and bury himself in the quilt several times, but he finally held back.
He didn’t know how long it took, but Luo Mi felt like a century had passed, when he heard the footsteps of Anos outside.
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