Jerika knew that Vlad was very powerful, and she didn't want Vlad to have conflicts with the clergy of the Holy See.

In the past few days, Vlad told Jereka a lot of his past stories, betraying his faith, accepting the pollution of evil forces, and finally going crazy. When he was awake, he had to face the evil consequences caused by his own hands.

His beloved wife died and his people were treated cruelly.

The country fell into the scorched earth he created himself.

Vlad hopes to keep going crazy and never wake up again.

He gave up everything...rights, wealth, territory, self-exile, and the cursed blood in his body reminded him day and night, and he had become a disgusting monster.

Vlad took a deep breath and looked at Jereka next to him, "I'm leaving here... If you don't want me to have a conflict with the people in the Holy See, then I have to leave the city.

Just find somewhere else to hide it.”

Jerika looked at Vlad, and with the other party's identity, it was impossible for the people of the Holy See to let him go.

Vlad is not a prisoner, he can surrender himself to the government for leniency.

If he ran to the Holy See to confess his sins, the Holy See's priests would only tie him to the stolen rack.

Stunning is one of the best ways to baptize one's own sins...

"I want you to go with me." Vlad stared at Jereka.

"This is impossible...I am a nun, and you..." Jerika retorted in surprise, her inner belief and grudges could not agree to Vlad's request.

"You once said that this is also the arrangement of the Holy Lord in his destiny."

"I..." Jerika couldn't say anything better to justify her. She grew up in the city since she was a child. She was a devout nun.

Now the legendary vampire actually wants to take her away from the world, which is really a ridiculous irony.

But if she rejected Vlad's request, what kind of crazy actions would this powerful vampire do?

Jerika sighed deeply. She had long believed that all the terrible encounters Vlad said were real. If the Holy Lord's arrangement in fate was really the case, then Jerika would be willing to accept it happily.

"I want to take something away."

Vlad said happily, "If you agree, I will help you get anything from this city."

Jerika shook her head and said, "I once heard from the madam that when she was young, she climbed up the tower of the Romanian cathedral, which was the tallest building in the city sixty years ago.

The mother once said that the night view overlooking the city from the tower of the Romanian Cathedral is so beautiful.

It was like the Holy Lord embellishing brilliant prosperity on a black canvas and drawing shadows of stars at high altitudes."

Jerika showed a longing look.

"I am an orphan. I grew up in the church since I was a child. I only heard the nanny say how beautiful that scene is so longing for, otherwise I would not have treasured it in the nanny's memory for sixty years and never forget it.

I even told me that since I was a child, I thought the city was beautiful, but the most beautiful viewing place was above the tower of the cathedral.”

Vlad said, "I'll take you to see."

"No... I'm a nun. Sixty years ago, a nanny who was not in the church, and I wouldn't stand on the top of the cathedral tower, but I hope you can take a picture for me."

Vlad nodded. He knew that humans in the new era had done many amazing things with the power of technology.

For example, gently pressing the white circle on the screen can save the scene you are watching in small squares.

Jerika handed her small camera to Vlad, and the nuns in the church often lived a boring and ascetic life.

There are many churches that eliminate anything modern.

For example, you don’t use electricity, and you still light candles at night.

Only older nuns will have a landline phone in their room.

The Xinguang Church is the only church among the three religions that accepts new things and changes old traditions faster.

Therefore, the Xinguang Cult is also the church that modern young girls prefer to choose to join. After all, the rules of the church are not as traditionally restricted as the other two churches.

The church where Jerika is staying is affiliated with the Xinguang Cult. This camera was applied by Jerika from the priest.

She likes to photograph believers in the church who closed their eyes and prayed to the sculpture of the Son with a pious state. Every photo of the believer is sacred in Jerika's mind.

She is a nun who has devoted her whole life to the Holy Lord, but one of her hobbies is filming.

She has photographed various beautiful churches in Bucharest, and beautiful corners, urban fantasy.

Then she will submit some good photos to the photo editor’s travel column magazine website. Often some good photos will appear in the lock screen magazine on mobile phones and are widely used.

But the most beautiful one, the night view she had not taken yet when the maid told her to see with her eyes on the top of the cathedral tower.

Vlad took the camera and agreed to Jerika's request.

When the night comes, the city takes off its long dress during the day and puts on a sports girl's outfit, showing its unique vitality and vitality under the night.

In the era when Vlad was once in, the sun set and silenced. People burrowed into beds, and only the nobles' homes would be luxuriously lit with candlelight.

Black bat wings appeared on Vlad's back, covering the night, and he quietly appeared above the tower of the Romanian Cathedral.

Standing here overlooking the whole city, the beautiful night, lights, and beautiful lights on every window of each building, which made Vlad intoxicated.

Jerika...No...that old lady is right. Only by standing here can you see the most beautiful environment in the city.

If the heavens had the beauty of night, what Vlad saw at this time had already covered seven parts.

He took many photos with his camera, and at this moment he suddenly fell in love with the feeling of preserving this beautiful scenery.

Sit slowly on the tiles of the tower, feeling the night wind caressing her cheeks, and listening to the noise of the night coming from her ears.

Suddenly, a gaze disturbed Vlad. He watched around but could not find the source of the gaze. It was a feeling of being stared at by someone in secret.

Vlad released his inspiration and found that this line of vision was seen through the gaps in space and time...

The naked look made Vlad frown.

"Your vision is so rude! You might as well look elsewhere!" Vlad snapped his fingers and directly used his spiritual power to break up the gap between the other party.

He didn't know who the person who could look at him through time was, and Vlad felt a creepy feeling deep inside.

A red dot appeared on Vlad's sleeve. Vlad's eyes watched the red dot slowly move upward, passing by his collar and collar, and finally moving to his face.

He noticed that the red dot should be a small red beam of light. He looked at the roof opposite, and a huge impact force directly attacked.

Vlad's body broke directly backwards, and the middle of his forehead seemed to be hit by a heavy hammer.

The bone position on the neck and spine is broken.
Chapter completed!