Don't confiscate my citizenship

"..."

Listening to the guidance of the poet of great love, the three clergymen's eyes were filled with confusion and worry.

"But, Miss Lanfu, is this really what we clergy should do?"

The priest couldn't help asking after listening to the great poet's instructions.

Although they all understood the teachings of the Great Love Poet and felt that they made sense, considering that they were clergy of the Order and Good Church, they were worried that learning this taboo torture theory would violate doctrine.

The more they listen to the voices of the poets of great love, the more obviously they feel their minds wavering, and the more they fear that they will go astray.

"Gods are inherently cruel. They cannot interfere with the world, but they kill one person through another."

Seeing the three clergymen's confused looks, the poet raised his lips slightly and whispered in a very gentle voice,

"The gods must like to do this, too. They do it all the time. Aren't we made according to the gods themselves?"

Her whispers were full of temptation, and they kept ringing in the ears of the three clergymen like an indissoluble spell.

“Cruelness and torture are best viewed as a form of love, because you cannot control who you fall in love with…so it’s not your fault, everything is just for the sake of carrying out your beliefs, that’s all.”

"So that's how it is... This is love..."

The three clergymen murmured, their eyes becoming blurry, as if they gradually understood everything.

They began to come out of confusion, and their faith became fanatical again!

……

In the corridor not far away, Lanci and Hyperion were watching.

"Lanqi...are you sure it's okay!?"

Hyperion felt like her heart was about to jump out. Lanqi might be committing a huge sin!

"Providing professional and reliable skills training services to clergy is also a kind of charity. You can rest assured about the teaching quality."

Lanqi listened in on the open class of the Great Love Poet for a while, then signaled to Hyperion and the others that they could leave.

The Great Love Poet always has some inexplicable talents, which even Talia is not good at, or it can be said that except for her appearance and race, she is different from Talia in every other way.

We can only speculate that the magical material of [Poem of Compassion] has endowed the poet of great love with so many strange characteristics.

"..."

As Huberian walked, she still couldn't help but look back at the teachings of the three clergymen by the poet of great love.

This episode of the film world is called "Dinner at the Temple of Villains", but it is actually "Purgatory Corridor Academy II", and it is a five-day high-intensity training for principals.

All Hyperion hoped now was that she and Lanci would disguise themselves and go to the northern continent to look for the Bishop of Annihilation Asksan during the winter vacation, but they must not meet these three clergymen in the northern continent.

She could already imagine these three people holding the Lanci Anthology and singing the Internationale, proclaiming that only by fighting the cult could the Northern Continent be saved.

Chapter 146 Lanqi committed a sin

In a dim bedroom on the second floor of the castle, antiquity and luxury blend together, tranquility and solemnity coexist, and the lights are not turned on.

The murals decorating the walls of this bedroom depict scenes from the Horning Empire, and the deep wood-grain walls and ceiling exude a strong historical flavor.

On one side of the bedroom, the curtains beside the huge glass window were half open. Outside the window, the castle courtyard and the mountains and forests farther away were still hidden in the darkness. Only the faint moonlight shone in through the window, illuminating every corner of the room.

In the middle is a spacious four-poster bed. The carved solid wood frame and the pure white sheets and quilt covers on the soft mattress look both gorgeous and comfortable. At the head of the bed, two huge feather pillows lie there quietly, as if inviting the guests to fall into a sweet dream.

This bedroom not only evokes the history and stories of the castle, but also provides guests with a comfortable and private space where they can enjoy a quiet evening and relax.

It’s just… that’s not the atmosphere.

Next to the four-poster bed, an iron chain was firmly locked to a dark oak high-backed chair. A petite girl was unconscious, her long hair scattered on her shoulders, her skin was as pale as paper, and her slender fingers hung limply on both sides of the chair.

Her body was also tied firmly to the chair with several iron chains, and the shackles were like a cold and hard snake, tightly wrapped around her ankles, making it impossible for her to escape.

The little priestess among the three girls of the Cretan Empire is also another traitor besides the Saint of Destruction. She is now unconscious and looks as petite and pitiful as she usually does in disguise, making it hard to imagine that she is a vicious resurrection cultist.

It's as if his acting skills have been ingrained into his bones.

Various physical and magical restrictions were placed on her body. Although she could now activate the power of the vampire once, her own attack attributes were too weak and her threat was extremely low.

I don’t know how long this silence lasted.

In the dark bedroom, the creaking sound of a wooden door pierced the silence, and the chill of the cliff in the late autumn night poured in.

The door slowly opened, and a tall male figure appeared at the door. His straight figure cast a long shadow in the dim moonlight.

He was carrying an iron bucket full of water in his hand and walked slowly into the room. Every step was heavy and clear, accompanied by the sound of metal clinking against armor.

He walked to the unconscious girl, and without any hesitation, he poured the bucket in his hand, and the cold water instantly hit the girl.

"what!"

Water splashed everywhere, and the body of the priestess of the Church of Resurrection trembled violently. Accompanied by a cough, a pair of blue eyes flashed in fear.

She struggled hard instinctively, but the tight iron chains bound her tightly, making her unable to move.

“You guys…!”

The priestess of the Church of Resurrection was about to shout, but her words stopped when she saw the figure of the paladin clearly.

The paladin stood there, watching her reaction with cold and cruel eyes, without any mercy or hesitation, as if he had become a different person, causing the priestess to feel a strong chill in her heart.

In the morning... and in the afternoon... this paladin doesn't seem to be like this...

At this moment in the dim room, she, tied to the chair, seemed to have become the focus of all fear.

The gorgeous furniture and decorations began to seem oppressive, making her feel lonely.

After a few seconds, the door was pushed open again, and the heavy wooden door creaked.

When the executioner came in, his hands were covered with thick cotton and linen gloves, and the priest was holding an old cloth mop.

Their eyes were equally frighteningly cold.

Their skilled and calm expressions made them look like they were preparing for a garbage cleanup job.

Strange scenes came into view one after another, making the atmosphere suddenly become more tense and gloomy.

"What are you going to do?"

The priestess' legs were shaking weakly, she always felt that there was something wrong with these three people!

But the Paladin ignored all her shouts and placed the bucket next to the Priestess' chair.

The executioner didn't even look at her.

A roll of medical knives wrapped in sheepskin was spread out on the table. They were originally stored in the castle.

"You might bleed a lot, but that bucket should be able to hold it."

The executioner picked up one of the lancets, stared at the thin light reflected from the tip of the blade, and explained indifferently.

Priestess' pupils trembled violently, and she subconsciously looked at the iron bucket under her feet.

Her face was as pale as paper, beads of sweat oozed out of her forehead. After just one glance at the seemingly bottomless iron barrel, she didn't dare to think any further.

Compared to the daytime, these three were like three different people. Compared to the usually gentle and resolute followers of the Church of the Goddess of Fate, they were more like evil creatures disguised as fake clergymen!

"You...are you really clergymen of the Church of the Goddess of Destiny?"

The priestess of the Church of Resurrection's lips and teeth trembled.

"Praise the goddess!"

All three of them showed terrible smiles on their faces, turned to look at her, and said in unison.

“You, you guys…Aaaaaa——!!!”

……

In bedroom number 201 on the other side of the second floor.

Soon screams were heard from next door.

With a burst of brisk steps, the poet of great love trotted over happily with his arms open.

"It's done!"

The great poet had a smug look on his face and patted Lanqi's shoulder lightly and quickly, as if to take credit.

"From now on, the task of reforming bad students will be handed over to you, Director Lan Fu of the Political Education Department."

Lanqi praised with a smile.

He felt that his school team was more complete.

When everything is ready, we will make Purgatory Corridor Academy great again.

At that time, he will once again serve as the principal in the present world.

"Hoohoo!"

The poet of great love put his hands on his hips and nodded.

"My great poet, where on earth did you learn this?"

Hyperion looked at the Great Love Poet in disbelief.

Sometimes I feel that the poet Da Ai is pretty good, and sometimes I feel that she is really evil.

Just listening to the heart-wrenching and desperate screams of the priestess of the Resurrection Church next door, Hyperion wanted to cover her ears and bury her head, pretending not to hear.

It seems like my merits are deducting by the second!

This trip to the shadow world is over, and I will never dare to go to the temple to worship the goddess again.

"Shouldn't this be something you can do naturally? Hyperion, you are truly a disgrace to the demon race!"

The great poet looked at Hyperion, narrowed his left eye with disdain, and criticized Hyperion in a harsh tone.

"..."

Hyperion was speechless for a moment.

Although the Great Love Poet seemed to be criticizing her, it was the first time that Hyperion heard a demon say that she was a shame to the demon race, and she felt very happy.

She quickly confessed to the goddess in her heart. She must have been feeling very heavy at this time!