Translator: Dj2203
Editor: Dj2203
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Luo Mi withdrew his gaze with some disappointment.
He sincerely hoped that the question mark in the task was just a system display bug.
Two Anos are enough, no more! Luo Mi shouted in his heart.
At this time, the demon Anos pointed to the door and said, “You can go now.”
Luo Mi had wanted to leave a long time ago. After getting the boss’s permission, he was about to turn around when an idea suddenly flashed through his mind. So he stopped and asked tentatively, “Um, Lord, what are you going to do during this time?”
The demon Anos glanced at him with his beautiful but dangerous red eyes: “Dealing with some things – it has nothing to do with you, it won’t affect you.”
Luo Mi shrank his neck timidly: “Then I’m leaving.”
——He wanted to confirm whether the most powerful demon lord in the Demon Realm came to the Light Realm just for the Son of God.
Luo Mi left the room and saw Susan kneeling outside with a small notebook next to her. She was stunned for a moment, “Susan?”
Susan held up the little notebook: “Master Lian.”
Luo Mi originally planned to let Susan get up, but then he remembered that the person Susan was kneeling for must be the one inside, so he took the notebook, thanked her sincerely, and then left quickly.
After Luo Mi disappeared, Susan slowly stood up and walked into the box with her head down, not daring to look up at all: “Lord, it has been handed over to Lord Lian.”
——In fact, Susan didn’t have any notebook left by her mother. It was the lord who ordered her to write about all the common sense of the growth signs of succubus for Lord Lian and also asked her to add some false “common sense”, such as a succubus who was too hungry would get burned if he consumed the body fluids of the men of the Vatican.
The demon Anos said “hmm” calmly and then ordered: “Find a room to arrange for him.”
As he spoke, a complex magic circle emerged on the ground. As the magic power surged, a young man in blood-stained clothes appeared in the middle of the magic circle, with his eyes closed and his chest rising and falling silently.
Susan took a quick glance and her eyes were filled with shock – isn’t this Prince William of the Kingdom of Perde? No, should it be His Majesty William II?
“Keep him alive, but don’t wake him up.”
Hearing the lord’s order, Susan agreed first, and then asked as if to confirm: “What does my lord want to do? Is there anything I can do for you?”
A cold voice fell into Susan’s ears: “This is not something you should ask.”
Susan came to her senses, knelt down in a hurry, her body trembling, and begged for mercy.
The demon Anos had no interest in appreciating her begging for mercy. He just stood up, turned into a shadow, and said the last words: “Change the variety of coffee to a better one.”
Susan was confused. When she looked up again, she could no longer see the figure of the Black Wing Lord.
….
Luo Mi turned almost translucent as usual and flew back to St. Cecilia’s Cathedral.
Today’s North-South dialogue was still held in Piazza Santa Cecilia, so Luo Mi took a detour and planned to fly in through the back door.
As soon as he flew to the back door, he saw a person lying outside the church.
Luo Mi subconsciously lowered his altitude and found that it was a boy of about sixteen or seventeen years old, with curly chestnut hair and deep brows. He was leaning against the back door of the church, covering his abdomen with one hand and patting the door weakly with the other hand.
There was a faint trace of blood seeping out from between the fingers pressing on the abdomen.
Luo Mi looked a little worried, so he landed nearby, folded his wings, and used the feather bracelet to hide his demonic features. Then he walked closer and asked with concern, “Are you okay?”
The young man just patted the door, looked at him with his brown eyes somewhat distractedly, then tilted his head and his hands fell down weakly.
Luo Mi was shocked—dead?
He hurried forward and felt the person’s breath and was slightly relieved: it seemed that he had just fainted.
However, seeing that the boy’s breathing was getting weaker and weaker, Luo Mi carefully removed his hands that were covering his abdomen and saw a deep wound underneath through which his internal organs could be seen.
Luo Mi turned the feather bracelet, thought for a moment, and then moved closer to the boy’s wound, activating the “healing technique” stored in the feather bracelet.
The Vatican’s healing magic did not cure people directly but converted holy light into medicine and nutrients to stimulate the body’s own recovery ability. Therefore, after performing two healing spells, the boy’s injuries were merely controlled, but he no longer seemed like he would die at any time like before.
This was enough for Luo Mi. He hurried into the church and asked someone to carry the young man in.
….
Reinhardt sat down and drank a sip of water before saying, “Thanks to you, otherwise the second prince would have died.”
Luo Mi was leaning on the sofa with a pillow in his arms. He was stunned for a moment when he heard the words: “Second Prince?”
“Yes, he is Ben Perde, the second prince of the Principality of Perde.” Reinhardt took another sip of water. “A coup d’état took place in the palace yesterday. The eldest prince William Perde killed his father and ascended the throne as William II. At the same time, he hunted down the second prince Ben Perde who escaped from the palace.”
Anos frowned slightly: “William II? Lord Valentine has not crowned him yet, so he cannot be called king yet.”
“That’s the theory. According to Prince William’s style, he should have come to St. Cecilia’s Cathedral yesterday to force His Excellency Valentine.” Reinhardt shook his head. “It’s probably because your highness used magic to intimidate Prince William, making him choose to be cautious, giving this prince the opportunity to escape to the church for help.”
Anos asked: “How is the injury of the second prince?”
“The Archbishop is healing him.” Reinhardt knew what Anos meant. “If His Highness needs help, the Archbishop will not fail to ask.”
Luo Mi had been interested when Susan mentioned the coup crisis in the Perde Kingdom, but he was too busy trying to seduce Anos to bed at that time to pay attention. Now he couldn’t help but ask, “How are we going to deal with this matter later?”
Reinhardt hesitated. “If it were in the Empire, the competition for lords or even the throne would have to be approved and recognized by the local archbishop. If the new lord’s character and ability were very poor, the archbishop could even ask His Holiness the Pope to re-elect the lord if necessary.”
Luo Mi was shocked when he heard this: the power of the Holy See was too great.
However, this was the territory of the Pietists, and the Pietists advocated non-interference in secular politics. Normally, they would pretend that the coup did not exist and wait for Prince William to win the final victory and then walk across the venue to be crowned.
But now that another heir to the throne had been saved by St. Cecilia’s Cathedral, the situation was different.
When William II asked them to hand over their books, would they hand them over or not?
Luo Mi realized belatedly: “Did I get into trouble?”
Anos shook his head: “No, saving people is our duty, doing good on behalf of God. You did a good job.”
He looked at Reinhardt and said, “Tell Mr. Valentine not to hand it over to Prince William at least until this prince fully recovers.”
Reinhardt agreed and turned to leave.
Luo Mi looked at Anos, a little confused about Anos’s plan: “Are you planning to interfere in the struggle of the Principality of Perde?”
Anos shook his head. “If Prince William is capable enough, he will be able to sit firmly on the throne. It has nothing to do with whether I protect him or not. In contrast, if the Pietists want to avoid being used as a tool by the royal family, they must either have enough power to negotiate, or they will lose their value to be used.”
He paused, then suddenly curled the corners of his lips, “Besides, protecting the lives of innocent people doesn’t require a reason.”
Luo Mi was stunned and felt ashamed for the sinister conspiracy in his heart.
Anos did not continue the topic: “How is your control of magic?”
Luo Mi thought of Anos’s training and felt his waist ache. He laughed dryly and said, “It feels good. There is no more overflow.”
Anos nodded: “It means that the previous training was effective. You should take a rest tonight. Tomorrow, double the training intensity and try to control it as soon as possible.”
Double?!
Luo Mi’s eyes went dark. Unfortunately, he couldn’t find a reason to refuse, so he could only agree with a bitter face.
[Host should feel lucky that the Son of God is helping you with special training. Only then can you control your magic power as quickly as possible and then go to the Black Wing Lord to absorb power, so as to achieve your goal of having sex with the Son of God!]
“Having said that… I feel like my concept of having sex is about to be ruined.” Luo Mi sighed deeply.
First it had changed from a beautiful and blushing love affair to a physiological need to fill the stomach, and now it had become a task that required hard training to complete.
The system saw through it at a glance:
[It would be more convincing if the host had not been too engrossed in the bed with the Black Wing Lord to hear the system reminder.]
Luo Mi’s face turned red: “This is a physiological phenomenon, it’s not something I can control.”
At this point, Luo Mi suddenly felt a little complicated. “Saint Son Anos is helping me to train to control my magic power, and after I master it, I will go to bed with the devil Anos. The ultimate goal is to be able to sleep with Saint Son Anos… Why do I have a weird feeling?”
The Son of God and the Devil, the two Anos seemed to have reached an outrageous yet compatible combination of punches?
….
No matter what, they still had to have special training the next day.
What made Luo Mi happy was that today’s special training was only conducted once, and Reinhardt came to report that Ben Perde had woken up and hoped to meet his savior yesterday.
Luo Mi found an excuse to slip away and immediately agreed before Anos objected.
Anos smiled helplessly and let him go.
In a room in St. Cecilia’s Cathedral, Luo Mi met the boy he rescued yesterday.
Ben Perde was no longer as weak as he was yesterday. Although his face was pale, he was able to sit up against the head of the bed.
He was wrapped in bandages and wearing a soft robe, and there was a hint of melancholy in his eyes that was beyond his age.
After seeing Luo Mi, Ben’s brown eyes lit up slightly, and then he smiled: “Sir Lian, thank you very much for saving my name.”
Luo Mi waved his hand: “It’s just a small matter.”
He really didn’t contribute much, and he didn’t even think about how to explain his appearance at the back door.
“I should repay you for saving my life, but unfortunately I have nothing to give you now.” Ben fumbled under the pillow with difficulty and took out something wrapped in a silk handkerchief. “This is a gift my father gave me when he was one month old. Please don’t dislike it, Lord Lian.”
Luo Mi would never want such an important thing, but seeing Ben insisted on raising his hand, he had to take it first, planning to put it back before leaving or ask Reinhardt to pass it back.
But after getting this thing, the exquisitely crafted silk suddenly caught fire!
In just a blink of an eye, the silk was burned clean, leaving behind an exquisite feather hatband with no trace of being burned by the flames.
The feather hatband was made of two feathers, one pure white and one jet black. It was exquisitely made and obviously not an ordinary product.
Luo Mi was stunned and looked at Ben.
Ben was also stunned, his eyes full of confusion, and soon he seemed to have figured something out, with a bitter look on his face: “So father is also…”
Luo Mi carefully held the feather hatband and asked tentatively: “What is it?”
This prince closed his eyes, exhaled, and said with difficulty: “My elder brother, and perhaps my father, have been secretly worshiping the devil.”
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