Mysterious Tribulation

New calendar year 1027, March 29.

Pulmouth.

early morning.

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

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

As for how to define greatness?

The believers didn't know that they were devout just decorating shops and streets as much as they could, and even held several parades to show their devotion and support them under the crown of the Pope.

Of course, the square 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 square to listen to the Hadith of the Pope.

And those real upper-class people, as well as nobles and self-proclaimed elites, must have a place in the square.

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

There must be an unprecedented scale on today's speech square. Once something happens, it must be a big event that can be recorded in the annals of history!

…

House of Baron Jacques.

"Honey... what do you think of me wearing this dress?"

Although nearly 40 years old, the still graceful Baroness stood in front of the full-length dressing mirror, trying her dress one by one.

The lecture time is set in the afternoon, but women always have a long time to choose clothes and put on makeup.

One morning may be a little insufficient.

And 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 the Mithra Palace to serve his monarch early, so he was not at home.

At home, only Metana Jacques and the ghostly governess Sander.

"not bad…"

Metana answered perfunctorily, looking at Sander.

The watcher of this ‘bloodsuit club’ is sitting carelessly in her father’s place, with a playful expression, and the desire in his eyes is simply undisguised.

It seemed that after the adult took the initiative to send himself to the Bureau of Investigation, this guy's attitude became more and more arrogant.

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

"Madam, everything you wear is so beautiful..."

Sander smiled and complimented, and then looked at Metana: "Metana...I should have taught you that you must use costumes to show your nobility...Well, as your etiquette teacher, I will personally dress your dress today. You choose."

He clapped his hands, and immediately the maid presented a very gaudy and revealing skirt.

‘Damn...not even the most vulgar dancing girl would dress so blatantly. ’

Metana cursed in her heart: ‘This Sander’s taste... is terrible, she doesn’t understand the aesthetics of the nobility at all. ’

A grudging smile appeared on her face: "I want to try other models."

Sand frowned: "Metana...You seem to have defied my will more and more recently."

Metana's heart jumped wildly!

Since being purified by the ‘Morromon God’, she has long since lifted the ‘blood contract’ from her body, and her performance in some things has become more biased towards her true self.

Unexpectedly, Sander is not a idiot, he has already begun to doubt himself!

She barely squeezed out a smile: "Even though I have drunk the blood, but only ask me to keep it secret... I can still do what I like."

"Yes Yes…"

Sander nodded repeatedly, and his voice became very soft: "But...I was promoted just last night... I couldn't converge for a while... Why do I feel that your heartbeat and blood flow rate have become faster?"

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

The spells that belong to the ‘Red’ are about to be triggered immediately.

However, the next moment, she had to stop, with an expression of horror on her face.

Because Sander had an extra revolver in his hand, the pitch-black muzzle was aimed at her: "Heh...at close range, the ability of low-level Beyonders is actually not as good as a firearm!"

He had a playful expression, his eyes flashed over the bewildered 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.

When he was intimidated by the other party, a flaw was 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 still whispered to the maid: "Go get the rope... and don't tell what you saw, otherwise there will be an extra corpse in the Dosom River tomorrow!"

"Yes... madam!"

The maid trembles and exits the room.

The Baroness's performance is not like a qualified noblewoman and mother at all, this is because she has been distorted by the'Blood Contract'.

She already regards ‘secret keeping’ as the highest goal and pursuit, and she does not hesitate to distort her humanity for this reason.

Metana looked at her mother, as if she heard the cry of her heart, and the hopeless despair.

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

She looked at Sander and shouted.

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

Sander smiled and looked at Metana's angry face: "Hold your grudge, if it works... you don't need to worry about other things anymore, I will love you so much!"

"Madam, the rope is coming."

The maid dressed in black and white maid costume came in, her voice seemed to be out of tune because of fear, and she was still holding a bundle of twine.

"lady…"

Sand enjoyed the process very much, still pointing his gun at Metana vigilantly, and then motioned to the baroness to tie her daughter by herself.

"I…"

The baroness shed tears in her eyes, but her hand took the rope involuntarily.

Suddenly, she looked at the face of the maid, UU reading www.uukanshu. There was a puzzled expression on com's face: "You... aren't you?"

Snapped!

The maid suddenly stretched out her hand, and the shadow turned into a black whip, and it struck Sander's wrist holding the revolver!

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

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

Lily yelled, and a dagger and a stab appeared in her hand, already in front of Sander.

"slow!"

Outside the door, a spiritual word rang, and a spell was thrown near Sand.

"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 at the house of Baron Jacques, and now they are just dealing with the unexpected situation!