This villain's style is crooked

Lu Cha's chest became more and more uncomfortable.

It was like a heavy stone was pressing on her chest.

Lucha collapsed to the ground in pain, struggling to pull on his collar, trying to breathe in fresh air.

Not finding it, a thin wisp of black mist was swimming on the floor around her, like a poisonous snake watching for its prey.

You can kill her anytime.

César, who was hiding in the dark, stared straight at the struggling girl in the hall.

A few minutes ago, he discovered that an assassin broke into the palace and deliberately let a person go to kill Miss An.

He wanted to know, if the saintess was on the verge of death, would she awaken the so-called benevolent God of Light?

There was malice in César's eyes.

But when she saw the deer tea, her cheeks flushed because of difficulty breathing.

The eyes that always smiled crookedly, also rolled out the teardrops that were big and crystal clear.

His heart trembled inexplicably.

The body movements outpaced the brain's reactions.

César strode into the hall, picked up the deer tea with one hand, and took out the asthma spray that he carried with him:

"Miss An, take a deep breath."

"Hold your breath."

Lucha instinctively followed suit.

The medicine worked quickly.

Like the rest of her life after a catastrophe, Lucha leaned weakly in César's arms, panting heavily.

Light mages are extremely sensitive to dark elements.

Especially César's clothes, and the magic barrier she applied. m.

Not long after the black mist came in, she noticed the existence of the little villain.

It took so long to see her come in!

It's like rotten winter melon through the heart-it's so bad!

Lucha retaliated and pinched César's chest.

But she had just had an asthma attack, and her body was limp and weak, as if she was kneading ambiguously.

A man's hoarse voice came from above:

"Your current situation is not suitable."

Lu Cha silently put down her hand, regretful.

She should have picked up the western knife just now!

And César ignored the numbness in his chest, hugged Lu Cha to a chair and sat down, kneeling on one knee:

"Sorry Miss An, it was my mistake that let the assassin run in."

"But I caught a living person, do I need to bring it in for interrogation?"

Lucha nodded.

After her breathing calmed down completely, César also brought the half-dead assassin into the palace.

He must have been tortured, the assassin's clothes were already soaked in blood, when he saw Lu Cha, he obediently told the truth behind the scenes:

"The Pope ordered us to kill you!"

"He was worried that Ferry Narisa would not agree to his plan, so he thought of solving you by himself."

Lucha was not surprised by this.

Compared with the illegitimate daughter with black hair and black eyes, Nalisa, the daughter of the Duke, is more suitable as a tool for the nobles of the Pope to collect money.

"Take him down without killing him."

"Tomorrow, someone will take him away."

Lucha smiled inexplicably.

The tool man delivered to the door, don’t use it for nothing~

César took the assassin down.

When he returned to the hall, the exhausted Lu Cha had already fallen asleep on the floor of the side hall.

The deserted moonlight shines through the window and falls on the girl's body, adding a touch of hazy beauty to her.

Under the halo of the moonlight, the snow-white skin seemed to have a flash of light.

César gently took out the blanket from the cabinet and covered the deer tea.

Immediately, squatting in front of the couch, carefully tucked the loose hair on her cheeks behind her ears.

In the dark blue pupils, there was an indescribable complexity.

He and the light complement each other, but also oppose each other, immortal.

But he seemed to be reluctant to let Miss An participate in it.

César sighed deeply, lowered his head and kissed the girl's forehead.

What should I do with you?

[Ding—the villain's favorability value +5, blackening value -5. 】

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As Lucha expected, the pope came to find him the next morning.

In the main hall of the palace.

After pouring tea, César retreated and stayed outside.

As for the two people sitting on the chair, neither of them spoke, and the atmosphere fell into a strange silence.

In the end, the pope couldn't help but speak, and asked tentatively:

"The first day you came to the temple, are you still used to living there?"

None of the assassins he sent last night went back to report. It is conceivable that the plan failed and was discovered.

Although he was not afraid that An Lucha would shake his position, if the assassin did not die and told the public about it, his image would definitely be damaged.

It is very troublesome just to deal with the inquiries from the royal family.

He had to figure out whether the assassin was dead or not, and An Lucha's attitude.

"The Pope wants to ask, is the assassin still alive?"

Lucha put down the teacup slowly, and said bluntly: "I know what you think, but you are just worried that my role as a saint will affect the income of the temple."

"I can guarantee that the income of the temple will only increase and not decrease."

"Not only will Duke Ferry donate more money, maybe Prince Curran will also donate."

The Pope, who was originally displeased, narrowed his eyes slightly when he heard Lu Cha's words.

Not long ago, when Prince Ke Lun came to deliver the results of the assessment, he did express his appreciation for An Lucha.

He also heard that Prince Ke Lun had defended An Lucha many times, preventing Argus from bullying her.

Could it be that An Lucha got involved with the royal family?

The pope stopped going around in circles: "What is your relationship with Prince Curran?"

Lu Cha thought for a while: "You don't even count as friends."

The Pope's face darkened instantly, as if he had been tricked.

An Lucha speaks so confidently, but she doesn't know Prince Ke Lun at all? !

"Doesn't His Excellency want to get all the money of the Rhodes family?"

"A duke's property should be able to exceed the income of the temple in the past twenty years." Lucha tapped the table, as if talking to himself.

The pope saw what she meant.

Did she want to give the Rhodes family to herself?

Seeing the Pope's tempting expression, Lu Cha continued his efforts:

"You want money, I want the useless title of saint."

"You have nothing to lose in this transaction, why don't you try it?"

"Besides, Narissa can replace me at any time."

The Pope hesitated for a minute, but in the end he couldn't resist the temptation of money, and picked up the teacup on the table:

"Tomorrow at eleven o'clock, there will be a ceremony."

This sentence is a promise to cooperate with Lucha.

He wants to see how this illegitimate daughter fulfills these conditions.

Lucha clapped her hands in satisfaction.

César brought in the angry assassin.

"This is a gift I prepared for the Pope."

"You can take him."

The pope immediately chanted the spell, and the white flames condensed by the bright elements immediately engulfed the assassin.

He deliberately said:

"Now that the person is dead, and you have no evidence, are you not afraid of my repentance?"

As soon as the words fell, the pope's pupils suddenly constricted and his body froze.

A golden sword was floating in the air.

It was only half an inch away from his eyeball.

He didn't even notice the traces of the girl gathering light elements.

Lu Cha lazily raised her hand to support her small face, casually:

"I want to change the pope, it's not difficult."

If it was before, the Pope would have ridiculed him contemptuously, overreaching himself.

But having seen Lu Cha's strength, he showed a loving smile and changed his address:

"The saint has a good rest, and I will order someone to send a new bed in a while."

"Then trouble His Excellency the Pope."

Lu Cha scattered the sword and watched the Pope leave.

But at this moment, César's ears moved, and he closed the door abnormally. He also took a cloak and covered the deer tea from his head to his feet:

"I'm going to prepare breakfast. Miss An can go back and sleep for a while."

Because her ears were covered by the cloak, Lu Cha couldn't hear very clearly. Just as she was about to agree, she vaguely heard "Cha Cha".

"Is someone calling me?"

In the next second, there was a knock on the palace door.

Narissa's puzzled voice came: "Housekeeper Cesar, why did you close the door?"