Ark, I, the Lord of the Succubus Court

She was extremely confused.

"Let's leave here first. The holy city of Lateran is full of strange places."

Angelina collected her thoughts and her eyes fell on Chen again.

She kind of wanted to meet Chen.

If Sir Chen from Longmen was here, it would be much safer. She should also tell Sir Chen that Lateran is full of strange places and to be alert and be careful of the Sakota in this city.

Those Sakotas have devilish horns, wings and tails!

They, they are not pure and kind angel sisters at all.

But a little devil who indulges in luxury and depravity.

Ok? !

Angelina saw another familiar face sitting next to Chen.

It’s Miss Shi Huaiya!

Did Miss Sze Huai Ya also come to Rutland for a tour?

And there is that tall ghost sister who gives people a sense of security!

Everyone in the Longmen slums respects her!

Did you get on the bus at that stop just now?

She didn't even notice it!

Angelina felt very safe at this moment.

She could no longer sit still, and she took a step forward to greet them and tell them everything that had happened to her.

"ah!"

Angelina suddenly screamed, stretched her little hands behind her, and protected her tail with a blushing face.

The Wolper's tail is very sensitive.

Especially the base of the tail, even the slightest touch would make Wolper feel a strange tingling sensation.

"Who? Is there..."

Angelina bit her lip and looked at the people around her. She swallowed hard and held back what she wanted to say.

It must have been just an accident, right?

There are only beautiful girls in the car~

There shouldn't be any strange person who would deliberately touch her tail.

Snapped.

Snapped.

Angelina was stunned for a moment.

She heard the strange sound of water again.

That crisp and yet very sticky sound of water.

The sound of water dripping on a silver platter in the Lateran.

The crackling sounds suddenly became more frequent.

Is there some strange sobbing mixed in?

The crowd in the carriage blocked Angelina's view and she couldn't see what was happening outside.

Since no one had any special reaction, she subconsciously inferred that it must be raining outside.

It's not raining lightly.

Dense water drops hit the roof of the tram, making dense water sounds.

That's how it should be, exactly!

"what?!"

Angelina exclaimed again.

She hugged the tail and held it in front of her, tears of grievance welling up in her eyes, "Who?! We'll be arrested if we do this!"

People in the car always cast their eyes on her.

Being stared at by so many people at the same time, Angelina shrank her head in embarrassment, stammering and unable to utter a word.

She had no idea that someone was already struggling to hold back their laughter.

Things started to get weird again.

Angelina wanted to get to Chen and his group as soon as possible.

She felt that it must be safe there. With such a good chief of the Guards there, it would definitely be safe.

But finally she stopped, her beautiful eyes widening.

She saw water marks on the ground.

Shi Huaiya was wearing black stockings, but one could still tell at a glance that the color of the stockings had become darker after getting wet.

how come?

Angelina realized what the voices she had been hearing were about.

That, that is... The look of astonishment in the rose-red eyes became even more intense.

Angelina saw Ceylon with one foot on the tram seat on the other side of the carriage.

She knew Ceylon.

When she walked into the strange little church on the coast, the first thing she saw was Ceylon saying those unspeakable words to everyone.

She also saw the so-called purification ceremony and the true appearance of the Lateran God of Love.

Angelina shook her head and stepped back step by step.

How is this possible? How could this be?

This is on the train!

"Hmm~ Is Rosalinha's coming-of-age ceremony at Londinium College so boring? Just putting on a dress and taking photos together? I'm different! One day I'll blow up the venue with a bomb!"

Angelina heard a familiar voice and turned around to find that it was the Archbishop of Power.

The dean put his arm around the shy Filin's shoulders, while his other hand was moving around restlessly.

The purple-haired film girl was constantly trying to grab her hand to stop her from doing that, but she was too weak to resist and it was of no use at all.

"Uh huh huh~"

A pleasant humming sound came from behind.

Angelina was startled.

Mastema looked at her with a smile.

"Dear Miss Wolper, you don't even go up to say hello to your familiar friends when you see them? Oh~ Welcome to the train to heaven, it will lead to a paradise full of happiness. The door has been welded shut~Dear Miss Wolper can't get off the train, there is no place to run anymore."

063 We are all sisters who believe in the God of Universal Love

The light and shadows flicker.

The Lateran train that circles the city passes through arched stone doors with relief carvings of Lateran gods from time to time, and the light in the carriage dims and then suddenly brightens.

The rain seemed to be getting heavier.

It was so loud that Angelina felt the scary and embarrassing sound of water in her ears.

The hot breath occasionally blurred the glass on the car door.

After the mist attached to the glass lost its temperature support, it quickly cooled down, revealing the glass's clear appearance again.

Angelina pressed herself tightly against the car door.

At one point, her plump and attractive curves were reflected on the glass.

The promise was that as the train moved forward, there would be more and more people on the vehicle, and she would have to be squeezed near the door.

The lovely Wolper girl naturally cannot escape from Lateran, which is in the gap between dreams and reality.

With Mostima's half-coaxing, half-deceiving and a little bit of threat, the cute twin-tailed Wolper girl agreed to become the harem wife of the Lateran God of Love.

Then, of course, we will continue to take this train to happiness, rushing all the way towards a paradise full of love and joy.

“No more… wuwu…”

Angelina sobbed and shook her head from time to time, trying to avoid Mostima's hands that were playing with the pointy fox ears on her long hair.

She seemed to be uncomfortable with this overly intimate action, and her cheeks were so red that they seemed like they were about to bleed.

"really?"

Mostima stopped moving and just pinched the tip of Angelina's ear. "If you don't want that, just stop~"

Angelina was stunned for a moment, and then a dazed look appeared on her face.

Really, really stopped?

Perhaps it was because she had been traveling alone in the wilderness and the city for too long, she suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of emptiness enveloping herself.

The chaotic consciousness regained a bit of clarity.

The carriage was extremely quiet for a moment.

I can no longer hear that terrible sound of water.

The rain seems to have stopped in Rutland?

No, don't stop...

I want to be like everyone else.

Angelina only felt that something was ravaging her thoughts back and forth.

It made her unable to think.

There was even a strong desire to give up everything and join the Lateran group.

As long as, as long as I join the Lateran Church, believe in and serve the Lateran God of Love, then I can continue to be happy, right?

Angelina opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but finally bit her shiny lips hard.

I couldn't say what I wanted to do and say the most at this moment.

My breathing became extremely heavy.

The plump body of Walpole ripples with each breath, revealing layers of white and moist skin.

"Hmm~"

Mastema continued to play with the fox ears of the twin-tailed Volper girl with a sly smile.

Move it left and right, then press it down and let it bounce in your palm.

“Say it out loud.”

Mostima smiled evilly and moved closer to Angelina's face. "If you don't say it out loud, no one will know what Angelina is thinking~"

Angelina sniffled and choked, her voice full of grievance and tears:

"The carriage is full of people. I can't do that. I really can't do that..."

"We are all believers of the God of Love. We are all close sisters. There is nothing to be embarrassed about between sisters."

"I, I want..."

Angelina pursed her lips and whispered a few words.

But in the end she was unable to say what she wanted to say.

Those Lateran opening prayers were too humbling.

"Then Angelina, just take this as a reflection."