Chapter 313 Flaws (Subscribe)

New Year 1027, March 29.

Pulmouth.

early morning.

The thin morning light penetrated the mist and spread in this large city with a population of one million.

Thanks to the propaganda of the newspapers and churches, all the residents know that the Patriarch of the Holy Spirit Church will give a great speech on the 'Marshal's Lecture' this afternoon.

As for how to define greatness?

Unbeknownst to the faithful, the devout simply decorated shops and streets as best they could, and even held several parades to show their piety and support their Pope.

Of course, the plaza where the podium is located is limited in size and can only accommodate about 50,000 people at most. Therefore, most believers cannot go to the plaza to listen to His Holiness the Pope in person.

And those who are really high society, as well as nobles and self-proclaimed elites, must have a place in the square.

It is said that even His Majesty the King, Arthur VI, will be there in person at that time.

Presumably the scale of today's speech plaza is unprecedented, and if something happens, it must be a major event that can go down in history!

...

House of Baron Jacques.

"Honey...how do you see me in this dress?"

Although nearly 40 years old, the baroness who is still graceful stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling full-length mirror, trying on dress after dress.

The speeches are set in the afternoon, but women always have a long time to pick and apply makeup.

A morning may be a little lacking.

On this important date, Baron Jacques, who had a position in the court and was in charge of the king's cloakroom, naturally went to Mithra Palace to serve his monarch early, so he was not at home.

At home, only Metana Jacques and Sander, the governess who is scheming.

"not bad……"

Metana replied perfunctorily, looking at Sander.

The watcher of this 'Blood Clothes Club' is sitting carelessly in her father's seat, with a playful expression and undisguised desire in his eyes.

It seems that after the adult took the initiative to send himself to the investigation bureau, this guy's attitude became more and more arrogant day by day.

And Metana has recently heard some very horrifying news about the attack on the Bureau of Investigation...

"Ma'am, you look so beautiful in whatever you wear..."

Sander smiled and complimented, and looked at Metana again: "Metana... I should have taught you that you must show your nobility with a dress... Well, as your etiquette teacher, today's dress, I want Pick it for you."

He clapped his hands, and immediately a maid brought a very gaudy and revealing dress.

'Damn...even the meanest dancer wouldn't dress so blatantly. ’

Metana scolded in her heart: 'This Sander's taste... is simply terrible, and he doesn't understand the aesthetics of aristocrats at all. ’

She put on a forced smile on her face: "I want to try other styles."

Sander frowned: "Metana... The number of times you have defied my will recently seems to be increasing."

Metana's heart skipped a beat!

Since being purified by the 'Mormon God', she has already released the 'blood contract' on her body, and her performance in some things is more biased towards her true self.

I didn't expect that Sander was not a straw bag, and I had begun to doubt myself!

She forced a smile: "Even though I've drank the blood, I'm only asked to keep it secret... I can still do what I want."

"Yes Yes……"

Sander nodded again and again, and his voice became very light: "But... I just got promoted last night... I still can't restrain my abilities... Why do I feel that your heartbeat and blood flow rate have become faster?"

Metana's pupils tightened, and she subconsciously held her diamond necklace.

The spells belonging to 'red' will be activated immediately.

However, the next moment, she had to stop, with a horrified expression on her face.

Because Sander had an extra revolver in his hand, the dark muzzle was aimed at her: "Heh... close-range attack, the abilities of low-level Beyonders are actually not as good as firearms!"

His expression was playful, his eyes swept over the overwhelmed maid and baroness, and stared at Metana: "Your reaction tells me that you really have a problem, what are you hiding?"

Metana gritted her teeth, feeling that she still had too little experience.

As soon as he was intimidated by the other party, his flaws were revealed.

"Baroness, please tie up your daughter, and I will torture her." A grin appeared on Sander's face: "This is for secrecy!"

At the mention of the word 'secrecy', the baroness's expression became extremely struggling.

In the end, she whispered to the maid: "Go get the rope... Also, don't tell what you saw, or there will be an extra corpse in the Dossom River tomorrow!"

"Yes... madam!"

The maid's body trembled as she exited the room.

The Baroness does not behave like a qualified lady and mother at all, because she is distorted by the 'Blood Pact'.

She has regarded 'secret keeping' as the highest goal and pursuit, and she does not hesitate to distort her humanity for this.

Metana looked at her mother, as if to hear the cry of her heart and the helpless despair.

"Damn, I will kill you, I swear!"

She looked at Sand and roared.

"It was close to the speech, but this kind of thing happened... Fortunately, today is the 29th, and everything is irreversible."

Sander looked at Metana's angry face with a smile: "Let's be full of resentment, if that works... I don't need to worry about other things anymore, I will love you well!"

"Ma'am, here comes the rope."

A maid wearing a black and white maid outfit walked in, her voice seemed to be out of tune because of fear, and she was holding a bundle of hemp rope in her hand.

"lady……"

Sand enjoyed this process very much, the muzzle still pointed at Metana vigilantly, and motioned for the baroness to bind her daughter herself.

"I……"

Tears flowed from the baroness's eyes, but her hands took over the rope involuntarily.

Suddenly, she looked at the maid's face, with a puzzled expression on her face: "You...Aren't you?"

Snapped!

The maid suddenly stretched out her hand, and the shadow turned into a pitch-black long whip, which hit Sander's wrist holding the revolver!

His expression changed, pain appeared, and the firearm in his hand flew far away.

"What I hate most is a scum like you."

Lily shouted, and a dagger appeared in her hand, a stab, and it had come to Sander.

"slow!"

Outside the door, a spirit world language word sounded, and a spell was thrown near Sander.

"Are you OK?"

Jessita broke in, covered the mouth of the baroness who wanted to scream, and looked at Metana.

After escaping from the investigation bureau, they got in touch with Metana, and with the help of the latter, they lurked in Baron Jacques' house, and now they are just in time to deal with the emergency!