My Boss, the White-haired Nun

"I never answered her question back then, but actually... I have an answer."

Rita looked into his eyes and suddenly understood what his answer was.

He may not have experienced those, but he was the chairman of the Heresy Tribunal, the [Black] Pope...

What happened to the earliest quasi-Herserschers...

She suddenly didn't want to continue thinking about it.

"So, don't think of me as a good person." A very tired smile appeared on Gong Ming's face, as if hundreds of years of time had been cast on his face in an instant, as if this man suddenly started Aging in time.

"My hands... are really, really dirty..."

He turned around and was about to go to the locker room.

"But... you were not stained with human blood in the dark prison of the Inquisition, did you?"

Then Rita's voice suddenly came from behind him, causing his body to freeze suddenly.

"If the dead men and pseudo-Herserschers are not counted..." the maid then added.

"Doesn't dead men and quasi-law-like ones count?" Gong Ming didn't turn his head, but raised his head and looked at the ceiling. Several figures appeared in his mind in a trance.

"Then the question is... why should they count?"

"..."

"Even Rita..." He looked back at the stunned girl, full of self-mockery. "Isn't that why you hate me?"

The gray-haired girl's eyes widened suddenly as if she hadn't expected such an answer at all, and then her expression changed suddenly.The hands that were originally peacefully folded on the lower abdomen were clenched tightly, and the knuckles became pale due to the force, and even the veins bulged.

"I don't blame you for hating me, Rita." Gong Ming raised his hand to touch her head, but was slapped away by the girl with her head down.

"..."

The man was silent for a while, then shook his head with a wry smile.

"Emotions are the most precious thing in human beings. No matter what happens in the future, Rita, don't lose it."

"Gong Ming!"

Suddenly, Teresa's voice came from the locker room, with a slight cry.

"My clothes... can't be pulled on."

"I'm coming."

For a moment, it seemed that something was covered up, and the decadent aura instantly disappeared from the man's body, and a brilliant smile that was almost fake appeared on his face.He opened the door and walked into the dressing room.

"Wait... ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh don't look!"

"Didn't you let me in?! Don't smash things! Hey!"

Immediately, there was the sound of chickens flying and dogs jumping in the dressing room, and the previous gloomy and gloomy atmosphere dissipated from the shop in an instant, and replaced it with a light and cheerful tone.

It was like a black and white painting suddenly being dyed with color.

Although...beautiful is a bit eye-catching...

Rita Rossweisse, who was dressed in a waitress costume, looked at the constantly shaking locker room door. After a long silence, she took a deep breath and closed her eyes.

When he opened it again, a professional smile appeared on his face.

"Sir, miss. Please don't fight in the locker room? This way... we will be very troubled..."

"Did you hear that!" The yelling voice continued to come from inside. "They told you not to smash it."

"Pervert! Pervert!"

The voice of the girl screaming came from the dressing room again, and spread outside the store.

At this time, as time passed, the sun also shifted slightly.

The clock on the clock also came to three o'clock in the afternoon.

The resounding bell began to ring out from the clock in the center of the city, spreading mightily throughout the entire city, covering up all the sounds.

The clock has rung here for hundreds of years and will continue to do so.

Perhaps, as long as human civilization exists, this clock will continue to ring...

Chapter two hundred and sixty seventh the king does not see the king

"...The summary of this operation is these."

Under the dark castle, a vampire with a pair of huge dark wings half-kneeled under the altar, lowering his head and saying.

Behind him, there were several similar figures kneeling down one after another, but their status was obviously lower than that of the man who spoke, and the pair of wings were obviously smaller.

In front of the man who was speaking was a huge black throne with his back facing him. The woman sitting on the throne could not be seen from the sight blocked by the back of the throne. Only a pure white skirt protruded from the corner of the chair, showing That ghostly woman is still sitting on this throne, waiting for his next words.

He hesitated, then continued.

"One more thing. When we were fighting yesterday, we felt a huge force spying on us in the dark. That force seemed to be very powerful, but I don't know why it didn't attack us. Because of this Factors, we did not choose to pursue after the victory, but chose to retreat..."

"Spying on you? Hehe, it's really his style..."

The man on the throne smiled softly, and shook the wine glass in his hand slightly, with a faint smile in his voice.