Lost Seal

This is a typical Gothic building, exquisite and solemn.

Oscia asked, "Do you want to go in and have a look?"

"Walking into the church" is probably the strange and contradictory obsession of most high-level blood races.On the one hand, they reject the Holy See and God, and regard themselves as a lost family. On the other hand, they are secretly jealous of the Holy See, admire God, and hope to regain God's favor one day.If I have to use one word to describe it, it can only be "love and hate".

But Ossia is not one of them.Rather than pinning his feelings on distant and ancient legends and illusory wishes, he prefers to grasp the present and live freely.However, this does not prevent him from understanding and supporting his companions.

Ansbilis didn't speak, but just clenched his arm, then took out his mobile phone, called Mession, and asked him to prepare two air tickets to Beijing.

Ossia was surprised: "Beijing?"

"It's the capital." Ansbilis pulled him and walked slowly.

Ossia said: "Your decision is very sudden."

Ansbilis turned his head and kissed him on the cheek: "I want to give you a surprise."

Ossia reached out and pinched his chin, forcing him to look at her.Ansbilis' thick eyelashes concealed the emotion in his eyes, and his backlit face looked a little gloomy. "What happened?"

Ansbilis said: "I smell a nasty smell."

Ossia lowered her head and smelled her arm: "I'm sure I don't have anyone else's scent on me."

Ansbilis hugged him with a smile: "Where's mine?"

Oscia gave him a blank look: "You think you are someone else?"

Ansbilis gently bit his earlobe: "I really want to hold you in my body and never separate."

Osia frowned, and turned to look at him, feeling a little nervous.After going through so many ups and downs, Ansbilis finally turned into a normal version of a psychopath, and he didn't want to accidentally make him deteriorate into a crazy version.

Ansbilis stroked his neck: "Don't worry, I will never hurt you again. Never."

Osia twisted her neck uncomfortably, seeing that Ansbilis' hand was still on her shoulder, she lowered her head and took a bite.Ansbilis took the opportunity to stick his fingers into his mouth and teased his tongue.

"Bah, bah, bah!" Osia said, "Can you think of something other than heat?"

Ansbilis said, "Sex?"

"……What's the difference?"

"One is still brewing, and the other has been sauced and brewed."

"..."

In order to cleanse Ansbilis' "Yellow Orange" inner world, Osia decided to take him to the Colosseum.

Ansbilis was noncommittal.

The two found a place to sit down.

Ansbilis said: "We used to come here for a date."

Osia said: "It was you who unilaterally proposed the invitation, and I cannot refuse."

"You don't like it?"

Oscia was silent for a while before saying, "I will see eyes similar to yours."

Ansbilis said softly: "It left a shadow on you, didn't it?" Of course he knew how much he did to Osia back then.Restricting freedom, denying him any contact with all friends, even if he stares at a mural in a daze, it will arouse his monstrous jealousy.

Now that I think about it, I was really mentally ill back then.Fortunately, it is not hopeless.

"It was at that time. Looking back," Oscia held his face and said in a tangled up voice, "Maybe it's because I don't like to see your shadow in other people's bodies."

"This sentence is more complicated than I can understand."

Osia turned her head to look at him, then turned her head to look forward, shaking her knees: "You are unique."

Ansbilis hugged him excitedly, kissing him on the face non-stop: "You made me lose control."

Oscia held down his hand that was reaching out to his belt: "This is the Colosseum."

"...Don't you prefer a bat and a leopard to make trouble here?"

Ossia gritted her teeth and said, "This is my favorite belt!"

"This is Italy, there's a lot of belts."

The two chased and fought, and entangled for a long time, but Ansbilis still failed.

After Oscia recovered, Ansbilis changed from his previous domineering, cruel and unreasonable style, and was cautious in every way, as long as Oscia showed sad, depressed, sad, and dissatisfied eyes, he would retreat without saying a word.

Coming out of the Colosseum, the two stood hand in hand on the side of the road waiting for the red light without avoiding suspicion.

There were few vehicles on the road, and a young man jumped out from them, carrying a backpack on his shoulders, and strode forward.

O'Sea said, "He ran a red light."

Ansbilis flashed, grabbed the backpack of the young man who had already walked across the road, and dragged him back.

"Bastard! What are you doing!" The young man struggled.

"You..." As soon as Oscia said a word, she felt a burning sensation on her back, and a sudden burning sensation on her back.He is no stranger to this scorching heat, the holy sword of the Holy Guardian Legion, the holy light of the senior clergy of the Holy See.He quickly slapped the young man away, hugged Ansbilis and hid in the shadow under the tree.

The young man was pushed to the ground, and his mood quickly changed from dazed to angry.He stood up cursing, not caring that the bag slipped from his shoulder to his elbow, and rushed towards Ansbilis and Osiah ferociously.

His height is estimated to be about 1.8 meters [-], his arms are burly and powerful, and his thigh muscles are tense when running, which makes him look extremely strong. The strong wind brought up by the running caused the fallen leaves to be turned upside down.However, just as he ran three meters, someone grabbed him by the collar and dragged him back two steps.

"Don't approach them, go back." The person holding him by the collar said coldly.

"Who the hell are you?" The self-proclaimed Kong Wu's powerful young man was almost mad with rage after being hit repeatedly.

"It's wrong to swear," he said.

Immediately, a long string of curses slipped out of the young man's mouth.

The face of the person behind him was a little dark.

Oscia reminded lazily not far away: "He ran a red light just now, and we corrected him." His tone was gloating.The young man was held by the collar, so he couldn't see the person standing behind him clearly, but he and Ansbilis saw clearly face to face.That man was wearing the uniform of the Holy Guardian Legion. He was a head taller than the young man, about [-] meters tall by visual inspection. No matter where he was considered tall, the young man looked like a minor in front of him.

To be held in the hands of such a person, tsk tsk...

Osiah prayed to Lord Cain for him.

"It's really wrong for you to do this." The man did not lose his temper, but let go of his hand. "Anger makes you speak bad words, and your face is hideous. Even God hates you. If you pray, you will be ignored by God."

The young man broke free from his grip and was about to retort when he saw the other party's size, he choked up for a moment, looked at Ansbilis and Osiah viciously, and pulled the belt around his shoulders, Run as fast as you can.

Osia said: "It seems that your education has not been effective."

The man turned his head: "Please forgive me for narrowly guessing your intentions, thinking that you are going to harm him."

Osia said, "Please speak well."

The man said: "I am Quentin Rizzo of the Holy Guardian Legion, and I was ordered to capture Ansbilis McAvey, a member of the Nine Against Society."

Oscia bumped the people around her with her elbow: "Shouldn't you shout at this time, my lord, you are wronged."

Ansbilis said, "I'm going to trouble you to run around and seek justice for me."

Oscia was surprised: "Are you willing to catch him without a fight?"

Ansbilis said, "Look around."

Dozens of youths in the uniform of the Holy Guardian Legion gathered.The holy light shone on their bodies, and the light golden light shone on their expressionless faces, and shone on the long sword in their hands. The smooth and shiny sword body reflected the light, and then shone back on their faces, making the holy light even brighter.

However, for Oscia and Ansbilis, who had seen the heroic battle of the Holy Guardian Legion a hundred years ago, the light on them was so dim that Oscia didn't notice them at first.

Quentin pointed his long sword at Ansbilis, ready for a hard fight.

Osia grabbed Ansbilis's hand that was about to move, and smiled friendlyly at Quentin: "This is a great misunderstanding. In fact, we just solved Gordon. I didn't ask you to regard us as heroes meaning, but it is true.”

Quentin looked at them suspiciously: "Who is your Excellency?"

Oscia said: "Oscia Gangelo."

Quentin was puzzled.Lord Timothy asked him to bring back the blood clan who called himself "Osia", but the photo he provided was the person next to him who called himself "Osia"... Which one is it?

Osia said: "I believe that after I have a long talk with His Majesty the Pope all night, everything will be resolved."

Seeing that Osia insisted on turning hostility into friendship, Ansbilis finally cooperated: "The last time we met was too hasty, I hope we have the opportunity to have dinner together this time."

Oscia glanced at him: Are you sure the people in the Holy See are willing to have dinner with the blood race?

Ansbilis: I pay.

Oscia: ...Probably willing.

As they flirted, Quentin ended the struggle.No matter which one it is, it is always right to bring it back.

"Please."