Huh… Cattleya breathed a sigh of relief and slowly walked towards the “Future”, as if she just got off the ship and took a walk.
Bridge South District, Rose Street.
As soon as the carriage Emlyn was riding entered this street, he saw a vague figure with slightly messy hair, a white shirt and a black vest standing out from the seat opposite him. This was a young man who looked like a ghost.
“Long time no see, Mr. Maric.” Emlyn smiled without panicking at all.
Maric nodded slightly:
/“I’m here to tell you that we are ready to discuss a specific action plan.”
“Okay.” Emlyn agreed very calmly.
Maric said nothing more, and his figure suddenly disappeared.
He knew that the specific action plan could not be discussed at once, and Emlyn White had to go back to seek the opinions of the senior vampires first, so he did not stop.
This may be my chance to gain divinity and become an earl… Emlyn smiled as he watched Maric, the “hateful spirit”, leave quietly.
He has not digested the extraordinary characteristics of the “Crimson Scholar”. The so-called opportunity to become an earl refers to the promise of getting a free ritual or the formula of the corresponding potion.
The carriage continued to move forward and stopped at the door of the Harvest Church. Emlyn glanced at the gray mist in the sky with satisfaction, pressed his silk top hat, walked out of the carriage unhurriedly, and passed through the gate.
After changing into the brown priest’s uniform, he took a rag and a bucket of water and carefully wiped the candlesticks on both sides.
After Father Utravsky, who seemed to be a little taller, finished his morning sermon, Emlyn stopped working and complained:
“Why do you want to let Ernes go back?”
“He only asked to be a volunteer for a month.” Father Utravsky was not bored at all and seemed very patient with the questions that Emlyn had been repeating from time to time recently.
Thinking of his own experience, Emlyn suddenly became a little unbalanced and couldn’t help but muttered:
“He was forced to volunteer, not volunteered on his own initiative. He cannot set the deadline. He must do it for at least half a year!”
Father Utravsky smiled and responded:
“He did a pretty good job. He had been working hard during that month, guiding believers, and copying sacred scriptures. I can clearly feel that he has realized the preciousness of life and the joy of a good harvest.”
Emlyn’s facial muscles twitched slightly:
“He too, no, he is about to become a believer in the ‘Earth Mother Goddess’?”
“No, I don’t intend to force him to convert.” Father Utravsky said gently. “I just let him understand the teachings of the Mother Goddess and feel every bit of life. I hope that when he feels confused in the future, he can I think of such a spiritual destination, my mother’s arms.”
Emlyn moved his lips a few times, but finally said nothing, lowered his head, and continued wiping.
In a certain house in Jowood District.
Forsi sat on a high-backed chair and looked at the empty glass bottle on the desk in front o