starry night.

Dora is here to deliver food again.

He flew into the mansion with his wings flapping.

Two angels looked at her from afar.

Soon, she flew into Jones' room and turned into a human form with a "bang".

It was pitch black.

"Huh? Is Mr. Jones not here?"

She took out the fire note and lit the candlestick, then turned around with the candlestick.

"Ah!" Dora quickly covered her mouth because she saw Jones shivering in the corner.

"Mr. Jones! What's wrong with you?"

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"Quick... Give me the blood." Jones stretched out his hands with a trembling trembling.

Dora quickly took out the blood-filled kettle, and then she saw Jones rushing to her like an addict, snatched the kettle, pulled the lid and drank it "guru" and started drinking.

After drinking, he wiped his mouth and turned around and asked Dora: "It smells like alcohol again. Forget it, don't worry, is there any more...?"

Dora had never seen Jones breathe so quickly, so she could only nod her head quickly: "I'll do it now!"

...

Two hours later.

"This is so sweet. Not only have you drunk alcohol, but you also have diabetes... Forget it, don't worry, hurry up! Go and look for it!"

"good!"

The two angels watched Dora fly away again in silence.

...

Two more hours.

Jones finally recovered and sat against the wall, staring at the ceiling with a dull look.

"Sir Jones, what's wrong with you?" Dora asked carefully.

"Fool." Jones uttered two words weakly.

"There is another fool? Didn't Lord Jones say that there are fools every day?"

"But I found that the fool had time every day! He played knight games with his children for a day today. Can you believe it? He also made flags for the children, ordered armor, fifteen children! fifteen! To form a knight! What the hell! Are all knights now falling to this level? He pulled me and asked me to wear armor and bask in the sun for a day, and said that he would take me to church to pray today! Oh my god! Can you imagine a prayer blood clan? I haven't entered the church since I was so old!"

"Puff."

Jones raised his head suddenly, and Dora looked at him expressionlessly.

"What did you do just now?"

"Dora did nothing."

"You're laughing?"

"No, Dora doesn't!"

"You actually laughed! You actually laughed like such a tragic thing? Do you have sympathy for you?" In an instant, Jones cried. He held back tears for a day and couldn't hold it in: "It's too much! How can you do this! I've been blowing for a day, and you still laughed at me!"

"Mr. Jones, don't cry."

"Don't touch me!"

"Be good~"

"Don't touch my head!"

"Sir Jones, don't be sad."

"roll!"

It was finally difficult for Jones to recover.

"Mr. Jones, do you really need to let His Majesty the King send troops?" Dora asked in a low voice.

Jones choked and gritted his teeth and said, "No, what's the use of being unable to sit in the position of Duke? Don't worry, I will definitely endure it for the great cause of rejuvenation of the blood clan. The wind and rain we have experienced today are gifts given by God, to make me grow stronger! Nothing can stop me from becoming the king of the blood clan! No!"

...

The next morning, Grey came to knock on Jones' door early.

"Son! We're leaving for a week!"

The Beshill family has their own private church in the castle, which is magnificent and grand, although no one comes at ordinary times. It seems that most people of this era have faith that stays on their mouths. Of course, except for Gray, if Gray can be called "people".

Unlike the previous pastor, this pastor was so happy about Grey's arrival.

"At the same time, I had one day off yesterday, and you had one more knight order? What did you think?"

Yes, right behind Gray, not only Jones and Shelley were sitting, but also a whole group of naughty boys, oh, and the bone horses were also there, they were praying devoutly. The pastor was laughing. These naughty boys who were making trouble all over the world could sit in the church with peace of mind, and even non-human creatures came! It was a miracle!

"Maybe I'm going to start an adventure in the future, and for this, I need a heroic partner." Gray said seriously.

"But they are still children."

"Every adult was a child, and one day they will grow up."

"How long will it take?"

"A little while."

Well, ten years? twenty years? This is indeed a small time for the Lich. The black cat is too lazy to say.

"Mr. Pastor, Mr. Pastor! I have a question to ask you!" A child asked.

"explain."

"Mr. Pastor, can you perform the sacred arts?"

"Uh...it should be possible. In fact, every believer can perform holy art, which is granted by the Holy Spirit. As long as you are religious enough, you can perform it."

"But why have I never seen anyone perform?"

"For the glory of the Holy Spirit has shined on every land, and there are very few evils in this world. Only when fighting against evil will the Holy Spirit give people the right to use holy art."

"When is the time to fight against evil?"

"I can't explain this clearly, I must feel it with my heart." The pastor said mysteriously.

"What should I do if I don't have the heart?" Gray asked the Black Cat.

"Don't ask me, how do I know. Maybe you can pinch one with mud, it's almost the same anyway." The black cat replied expressionlessly: "And you can do holy skills yourself, right?"

As for Jones...

I thought today would be better, but the reality is that today is worse than yesterday!

The good news is that today Sunday, they went to church for worship and no longer needed to wear armor and face the sun.

The bad news is that in order to show its brightness, the church has set up large floor-to-ceiling windows in the church, which is so bright that it is no different from being outdoors. In addition, there are also sculptures, especially the one hanging in the middle and smiling very vulgar!

It felt like saying, "Child, I have seen through you. You are a blood clan, right? It's okay, let's believe in the Holy Spirit and feel the warmth of love!"

This world is really crazy, even the gods look so vulgar.

Gray and the Black Cat were chirping. Logically speaking, although the blood clan can only be considered half of the undead and cannot understand the words of the Black Cat, the cat's meow must be heard. After all, Shelley can hear it, right?

However, Jones' condition could not be worse. He was chilled all over, sweating coldly, and didn't even have the strength to do so. He had no intention of meowing.

He whispered to Gray: "I'm not feeling well, I want to go back."

"Discomfortable?" Gray looked at Shelley.

"I'll go and ask him a doctor for a look."

"No! I'm fine! I'm fine!" Jones said in fear.

Would you be fine if you ask the doctor to help him see a doctor?

After that, I can't run away, and I have to pretend to be like a person who is fine.

Jones is about to collapse.

Oh no, maybe it's already broken.

When he left, the priest pulled Grey aside and whispered: "Baron Grey, my admiration for you is second only to the Holy Spirit. I thought you were just a brave knight, but I didn't expect you to be a devout knight. A knight as devout as you should be recognized by the Holy Church."

"You mean, you want to apply for a cross silver edge for me?" Gray was excited when he thought of the new patterns that could be added to his badge. He was worried that his badge was too simple.

"Yes, probably that's what it means. But I hope you can come to the church more and be volunteers. You know, there are too few pious people now, and we are short of people and we need your help in particular. Just like today, bring a bunch of children and sow the seeds of faith for the Holy Spirit."

"I understand, I'll come every day from now on!"

"No, no, no, no, no, no, every day. Every week," said the pastor with a smile.

Gray was very excited, but Jones wanted to die.
To be continued...