Crowvinson went out alone to investigate the next day. Originally, His Highness Ruzius said he wanted to be with him, but... who would have thought that His Highness had finished a plate of baked rice? This determination and perseverance really made Crowvinson respect him!

But the outcome is to lie flat.

While suppressing the desire to complain in his heart, Crowvinson was familiar with contact with the spies placed in the temple. It was not just the temple that could have planted people for them, and they would naturally have nailed the temple.

...Although the use of nails is now strange.

He had a brief meeting with his inner enemy. When he separated, he had already received the relevant image of the growing saint in his hand. His Highness would be very satisfied, and the blood clan would be safe for a while.

The temple is such a good person!

Arecio didn't know this. He was fighting with Geometry in the room. After fighting for more than half an hour, he was desperate and began to poach the wall with his private spoon. A hole had been dug in the wall, and it had been digging for several months. He usually covered it with a table, but now it seems that he will be about to dig through it successfully.

This will be the secret passage for him to escape from the sky! He saw that it was very desolate outside and there was no one passing by. He could continue to expand the hole until his whole body could pass through it.

The hole expanded to the size of his head, and Aresio's eyes lit up, and he stretched out his head, and then—

It met the people in the dark square.

The Archbishop was preaching on a platform higher than the wall below. When Arecio's spoons went down, the broken bricks that fell on his head. The Archbishop remained motionless, maintaining a strange silence before the storm.

Oops! I dug the wrong wall! I should dig the right side! If Aresio remembers correctly, this should be...

The lecture square.

A grand gathering every week, and believers from all over the country will come to listen to the sermons. The most commendable thing about this square is the whitest building facing the temple. A craftsman carefully painted the cross thorns on the white wall. It can be said that this is like the silver cross on the temple main church, and belongs to the face project of the temple.

Now, Arecio's head appears in the center of the face project.

The Archbishop shook off the dust and bricks from his hat and took a deep breath. The priest stood among the crowd and wiped his face.

Sometimes they even suspect that Arecio is the temple's heavenly punishment.

The punishment of heaven that throws their faces to the ground!

The place where Arecio studied was replaced with an iron classroom, completely hanging in the air. He sat in front of the paper in desolately, feeling like the lettuce princess on the high tower, but he had no long hair that could be used as a rope. Every day, only griffins picked him up to and from school, and even couldn't be the first one to eat.

It's very suffocating.

When Crowvinson passed the news back, he really suspected that His Highness the Prince would die of laughter.

"It's so funny." Ruzius smiled on his face, which was the kind of genuine smile, indicating that he was in a very good mood. "As a reward for making me laugh, Crowvinson, you go and reveal some of my hobbies, and I want him to know me better."

Suddenly, he thought of something and pressed his stomach that was vaguely painful.

"Don't forget to add the news of 'I won't eat'."

Cooking class, no, then the poison science and blasting science are suspended first.

The confused Arecio encountered temporary extra classes. That night he learned until midnight and sat opposite the teacher. After the course, he threw himself on the bed and gritted his teeth at the so-called [destiny].

It’s all you! It’s all you bastard! Otherwise, how could I be slapdated!!!

Thinking of having to check and recite tomorrow, Arecio's eyes went dark.

Life is getting harder and harder, so he must find a way to escape!

Ruzius sneezes two times behind his back, but he himself was quite happy because maybe the little hunter was talking about him behind his back. Crowvinson was holding it tightly, not saying that the speculation that two sneezes were actually being scolded behind his back.

"Crowvinson, I want to see him." Ruzius held his cheek with one hand, and his bright platinum-blond hair slid down on his shoulders. He didn't look like a blood clan at all, but was more similar to a glorious saint. Of course, Crowvinson had a very clear understanding of His Highness. His beautiful appearance was just a layer of bait. This Highness was just an absolute psychopath at heart.

"The temple is very strict," Crowvinson said cautiously, "It is almost impossible for the temple to release him out and walk before your destiny is completed."

Crowvinson is really good at looking at people's eyes, and the words "your destiny" make the blood clan's eyebrows stretch.

"What if I must see him?"

He asked softly.

Look, it's true that he's a lunatic. Crowvinson could only sigh and rack his brains to find a way for him.

"Maybe, you can agree to the request of the scorpion lion." He suggested, "Queen Delvi is slaughtering the scorpion lion in the territory. The King of the scorpion lion sent a request to the blood clan a few days ago, but Lord Theo doesn't seem to want to care."

Ruzius was still holding his face, but his eyes lit up slightly.

"In other words, Theo doesn't want to worry about it?"

"……Yes."

"Then I have to take care of it."

“…”

Lord Theo's tragedy seems to be increasing again. Once this matter is intervened by His Highness Ruzius, there will definitely be a pot of dirty water dunking on Lord Theo's head. This highness is not the kind of person who will be an unknown hero himself, but he is particularly willing to step on Lord Theo's head to make himself stand out.

"I will avenge the Scorpion Lion, which is much more humane than the cold Theo." Ruzius stood up, feeling lighter, "As for how to take revenge... how about breaking the silver cross in the Temple Cathedral?"

"You always make wise decisions." Crowvinson was very supportive. He positioned his role as a no-legged person, and he is doing very well now.

"Will he see me?" Ruzius was a little worried about gains and losses.

"Then you have to find a better angle."

"Then let's break through." Ruzius made up his mind, "Send three tons of rare creatures to the lich, and I hope she can assist me in the attack."

Crowvinson took the order and went there. His Highness Ruzius was a very active person, so three days later, their offensive plan began to officially advance.

The Lich's undead army was covered with the sky, and the three tons of rare creatures were really good rewards. Even if she didn't use it herself, she could use it to grind her teeth for the dragon. The Lich thought indifferently, completely enveloped herself in a black cloak, and the scepter was paused down, and the undead skylight grew.

Arecio just stayed up late to review last night. He was about to take the exam today, but he was screamed early. The priest pulled him out of the pure white building and climbed the tower next to him. There were no people here usually, so it was convenient for Arecio to observe his destined blood clan from afar.

"What about the exam? Where is my breakfast?"

What exactly was in Aresio's head? The priest said he could not understand at all.

"This is your rare opportunity!" He said sternly, "A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! You need to observe him up close, of course, don't be discovered, and don't be killed. Everything is for being able to stand in front of that blood clan in the future and fight for the glory of the temple!"

The turtle chants at the second time, in Aresio's heart, the glory of the temple is not as good as a fried egg for his breakfast.

He hid on the tower with hunger, his eyes almost green, and he even wanted to bite a few bites when staring at the bricks.

Suddenly, as if he had some kind of understanding, he approached the small window and saw the blood clan's bat wings waving and flying towards the huge silver cross. The hunters of the temple jumped up one by one, but the sang of the mage was dissolved by the lich. One of the best hunters jumped up from the ground. Arecio remembered that his name was Yameng, and a group of hunters older than him had already had the strength to go to the battlefield. The hook ropes and long swords shone, but they could not get a stare from the blood clan.

"ah!!!"

Yamon shouted.

But Arecio was thinking that he must be full to shout so loudly.

However, the gap in strength was too big. Just after a meeting, Yameng was shot down by the blood clan. The blood clan arrogantly surrounded the field of view, and no hunter could match him, so he smiled.

"Where is my destined hunter? Where did you hide him?"

"Let me see you, I'll retreat."

No one will believe the nonsense of the blood clan. The name of the third generation of princes has spread all over the world. Even the second generation of blood clan cannot suppress him. The temple will never take the risk of releasing the hunter who has not yet grown up.

"What's his name?" The blood clan asked in a gentle tone, "Don't you dare to show up? It's really pity."

Aresio had already stood up, and he stared at the arrogant blood clan in the field with a blank expression. He really didn't care about the glory of the temple, because it was an empty thing and had no substantial meaning, but he cared about his dignity. He felt that at this time he was like a lovable little animal in the mouth of the blood clan.

This is a wrong concept, and he has to help the other party break it back.

Even if I didn't eat.

Ruzius provoked for a long time, and knew that the Temple would not foolishly release his destiny, and was a little disappointed. The silver cross had already landed heavily, but it did not make him feel much pleasure.

It's so boring, everything is so boring. Is it better to sleep until his destiny grows?

The priest who was supporting the barrier below suddenly felt a familiar ominous feeling. He was one of the most powerful people who were poisoned by Arecio. As soon as this feeling emerged, he suddenly shouted like a conditioned reflex.

"Aresio!"

The blood clan, who was flying proudly in the air, was suddenly penetrated by a strong beam of light and began to fall down. His bat wings subconsciously pulled inward to protect himself, but the hunter who brought the holy sickle was already infinitely close to him. In the flash, the blood clan saw the hunter's beautiful deep rose pupils.

It's so beautiful, just like the roses planted in his manor.

The domain controlled his hands and feet and the bat wings used to fly. This ability obviously was a great burden on Arecio, causing him to sweat slightly on his forehead. But even so, he still smiled.

"Remember it! That's how your father looks!"

After initially being stunned, the blood clan's fangs couldn't help but stick out his lips, which showed that he had a strong desire.

"Are...Western Europe?"

The field began to shatter, and Arecio's growth was too short after all, but the Temple was obviously not a pig teammate. On the ground, a black-robed bishop shouted loudly.

"See a way to get him back! The fire is going to be fired here!"

The priest who had been in charge of Aresio was shocked and immediately spoke, knowing that a spell that could definitely recall Aresio.
Chapter completed!