Chapter 240 The Third Dragon Blood Strengthening
Alex watched the Landao brother and sister leave and shook his head slightly. He was too enthusiastic. He was really not suitable to deal with such people.
"Why did you agree to form an alliance?"
Dusha kicked her brother: "That guy named Wayne is dishonest. Don't talk to him anymore. You are not wary at all, lest you be betrayed by him without even knowing it."
Alex nodded. His sister had been smart since she was a child. She said that Wayne was dishonest, and he must be dishonest.
"And that Veronica, the relationship between their brother and sister is weird..."
Dusha kicked her brother again, frowned and didn't know how to describe it, and made a few gestures: "They look like brothers and sisters, but they don't look like brothers and sisters. That's weird. Maybe they are cousins!"
"Is there any difference? Wayne protects his sister and becomes a saint. Veronica is the real candidate. It's enough to know this."
Alex told his sister not to think too much. At least Wayne was right. This is Prussia. The six-person group will work together to eliminate other candidates. If they don't want to be eliminated early, they must form an alliance.
The arrangement of the villa also proves this. The headquarters hopes to see the battle escalate to determine the best saint.
"That's right."
Dusha nodded in agreement. The great enemy of Prussia was approaching, and the centuries-old friendship between Windsor and Frank was unbreakable. The only way to go was to form an alliance.
"You can trust them in the early stage of the alliance, but forget it in the later stage. Don't invest too much emotion. You really treat the other party as a friend."
Dusha warned her brother, and then changed the subject: "Try to chat more with Veronica, don't waste such a handsome face. If you can get her to abstain voluntarily, my probability of winning will be greater."
Alex smiled bitterly upon hearing this and looked even more melancholy.
Before he could refuse anything, Dusha added: "And Wayne, he is too enthusiastic about you. After all, he is from Windsor. If you work harder, you might be able to take down both brothers and sisters."
The smile on Alex's face froze, now he was no longer depressed, but depressed.
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As for the Landau brothers and sisters, Wayne returned to the living room, made a pot of black tea, touched his chin and said: "That guy named Alex is easy to deal with. If you talk to him a little more, he will have to sell him for me." Count the money."
Snap!
Veronica slapped the hand off her chin and punched Wayne in the chest.
Wayne pulled the person into his arms. After pulling him, Veronica pushed him away with a blushing face.
"Don't mess around. What if someone sees you?"
"That makes sense."
Wayne nodded in agreement, and then pulled up the tiger skin: "But Teacher Senna said, I want you to obey me. You can do whatever I tell you to do. Come here and give me a hug."
Give you a punch!
While Veronica was thinking this, her fist had already hit Wayne in the face.
Wayne covered his nose and hummed: "It is difficult to be a Holy Son. Even if Alex is as handsome as me, he is Dusha's bodyguard. Considering his uncontested character, he is still Dusha." The thugs will be very strong.”
Veronica turned around and snickered. Forgive her for being upright, Alex was much more handsome than the trash of society.
"What are you laughing at?"
Wayne rolled his eyes. What's the point of being handsome? He can only move one square at a time and can't go beyond the nine-square grid.
He is different, sometimes he is a car, locking the target and pressing the accelerator; sometimes he is a cannon, ignoring the impregnable defense line; sometimes he is a horse, walking and sunrise.
"I didn't laugh..."
Veronica tilted her head and looked at the garbage of society. No matter how she looked at it, she couldn't find any advantages and wondered why she liked this kind of stuff.
Forget it, I like it anyway, so let’s leave it at that.
"When I was chatting with Alex just now, I kept observing Dusha. The little girl talks little and is very thoughtful. She is a strong enemy. Don't talk to her unless you have nothing to do to avoid being deceived by her." Wayne reminded.
"Don't underestimate yourself, she can't be a better liar than you."
"That's true."
"..."
You are so proud!
Veronica snorted and punched Wayne in the face. Whether she was happy or unhappy, this was her way of expressing intimacy.
This shows that Willie is really her good sister.
"I have a feeling that Dusha is a difficult opponent. Please allow me to use the beauty trick. Give me a month and I will ask her to abstain voluntarily." Wayne said with confidence.
"Where are the other candidates, are you planning to use this trick too?" Veronica mocked.
Wayne pondered for a moment and said seriously: "Look, if there is enough time, I might be able to capture them all..."
Bang!
Of course, I got punched.
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Time flies to March.
At the headquarters of the Church of Nature, Wayne restrained himself somewhat and did not dare to get too close to Veronica. His limited physical contact was at the level of brother and sister.
The older brother is responsible for stoking the flames, while the younger sister is responsible for physical contact.
Wayne became friends with Alex next door, and also had a good relationship with Dusha. When he noticed Dusha's warning, he just pretended not to see it, and still strengthened his persona of a sunny and warm boy.
On this day, two postmen who delivered letters entered the manor and delivered letters and packages to the two villas respectively.
Wayne was wearing a thought ring and stared at the postman in front of him with a pair of dead fish eyes. He was tall, thick and muscular, and he looked like a big guy from the Church of the Sun.
The ring tells him that the postman is none other than the teacher's teacher, Senna.
Coach, I want to learn this!
Wayne looked at the postman's pectoralis major with envy, he wanted this magic.
Akito doesn't tell secrets. If he learns this trick and dares to transform into Auston and go to the Queen, he will know if they are having an affair.
"The package comes from Lundam, just sign here."
The big postman winked at Wayne playfully, which made Wayne's balls ache. He hurriedly accepted the package and closed the door with a bang.
The postman smiled and left the manor quickly.
Behind them, the postman who delivered the letter to Villa No. 8 followed. The two looked at each other and put away their disguises.
Senna is wearing a black robe and has a beautiful face. Facing her is a...
Mandrill.
The big monkey is tall and strong, with strong forelimbs and sharp claws. It has gray hair covering its whole body and the bright stripes on its face are particularly eye-catching.
"It turns out to be the Oracle High Priest Senna. Why, after the last failure, you have found a new goal?" The mandrill spoke human words, with a strange tone and a ghostly voice.
Senna did not answer directly and said: "Great Prophet Tubie, it is a bit unexpected that you would be interested in the saint."
The High Priest of the Oracle, the top administrative executive at the headquarters of the Church of Nature, is second only to the Pope and has great power in his hands.
The Great Prophet is a high-level official in the Natural Church headquarters. His status is equivalent to that of the Pope. He has the right to speak but does not have absolute real power. His daily job is to convey God's will.
The gods here do not refer to the goddess of nature, but to the three subordinate gods of the goddess of nature.
The goddess of death has three subordinate gods and three agents, the observer, the judge, and the executor.
The same goes for the goddess of nature. Her three agents are the prophet, the dreamer, and the destroyer.
Referring to the names of Congshen, it is not difficult to find that the two goddesses are in direct opposition to each other. Even Congshen's responsibilities are very similar. They are mortal enemies.
By the way, in terms of status, the saint is not inferior to the pope and the great prophet. She listens to the oracles of the goddess of nature, and her duties are slightly superior to the pope.
However, after a change of twenty years, the new person is helpless and has no power without fist power. The power belonging to the saint has long been controlled by the Pope and the Oracle High Priest.
The oracle high priest and the pope have a direct superior-subordinate relationship, while the saint and the great prophet are independent, which has a sense of separation of powers.
In fact, this is not the case. The Pope has great power and is qualified to mobilize all members of the Natural Knights except the leader.
The saint and the great prophet, the former conveys the oracles of the goddess, and the latter conveys the oracles of the three major agents. If they do not open their doors for three years and only open one sentence, they cannot check and balance the pope and have no power to check and balance the pope.
As a result, the person who checks and balances the Pope becomes the subordinate of the Pope, the oracle high priest.
There is only one pope at the top of the church, and the number of oracle high priests varies, but the number is no more than five. Because there is no change in the pope, the oracle high priests can only wait until the pope retires if they want to take over.
There are only two situations for a pope to retire, one is to go to the Kingdom of God, and the other is to run out of life.
The second type will not be considered, and only the first type will be considered. The current pope has been in office for a hundred years, claims to be in his prime, can serve the church for another hundred years, and insists on staying on earth.
Pope: I finally got to this position. I have only been sitting here for a hundred years, and my butt is still not warm. If I leave now, I have not endured it in vain!
Oracle High Priest: What do you mean, let us survive for another hundred years?
Don't worry about scarcity but worry about inequality. The principle is the same everywhere. When placed on the pyramid of power, there are many examples of fathers and sons killing each other, and brothers fighting against each other.
The kind of person who has been waiting for seventy years has a really good temper.
The oracle high priests could not get rid of the pope, so they could only try their best to fight for power. Due to the internal consumption of resources, the natural church could not be unified.
The power of the pope and the oracle-high priest has become huge, which will naturally squeeze the interests of the saint and the great prophet.
The saint will give it to you as soon as you meet her, and she will have no say in changing it every twenty years.
The Great Prophet can survive, because there is no talk of a change of leadership, and because his strength is unclear and he talks about it all the time, his position in the church is as stable as an old dog.
Senna didn't understand why the great prophet, who had never participated in the selection of saints, suddenly intervened. The old madman should not be eager for power. One person and one monkey looked at each other for a moment, and Mandrill was the first to break the calm: "The Pope has won the past few times. His power has reached its peak. He can win, but he cannot win all the time. This will affect the development of the church."
"It makes sense, I think so too." Senna nodded in agreement, curious about the strength of the two candidates in the Frank Division.
The Great Prophet never takes action, and the two candidates are definitely not simple.
"In addition, I received the oracle from the prophet. This time the selection of the saint is very important. The war on earth is about to begin. Unlike the last world war, this time there will be a real winner..."
Mandrill said gloomily: "Wars will lead to more wars. A major reshuffle will determine the future world situation, and the church will inevitably be involved."
"This is the case for our Church of Nature, the same for the allies of the Life Alliance, and even more so for the Heavenly Father Church that has been dormant for many years. By then, the world will be full of devils..."
"The Pope cannot decide who the saint is. The war of faith is too dangerous. The church needs a saint with powerful talents."
Mandrill talks eloquently, and every sentence is based on the principle of justice.
Senna nodded repeatedly. As for her real thoughts... As long as the Great Prophet supports Veronica instead, she will support the Great Prophet.
Very true.
"Great Prophet, according to what you said, the war is about to break out. The Pope will not suppress his own realm. He is about to leave the world and go to the Kingdom of God..." Senna paused: "This should be possible, right? "
"That's right."
Mandrill affirmed: "The Pope will not stay on earth for too long unless he does not care about his own life. In the next few years, the church will re-elect the Pope."
"So, who does the Great Prophet think is more suitable?"
"I think High Priest Senna is very suitable. You have sacrificed a lot for the church, and you are extremely powerful. You are also a favored person of the gods, and you have dragon blood..." Mandrill Balabala blew.
"Great Prophet, who else have you said similar words to?"
"No, it's just you."
That's all there is.
Make a bold assumption and say this to all the oracle high priests.
Senna smiled and nodded, and began a business exchange with the Great Prophet. The two finalized an alliance and reached an alliance at the speed of light.
After blowing, they turned around and left.
A contract written in black and white can still be torn up, but a verbal contract...
All I can say is that something is better than nothing, but it is just a verbal promise, similar to paying back the money in a few days.
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Villa No. 4.
Veronica was wearing an apron and preparing afternoon tea in the kitchen. The eldest lady knew all about the craftsmanship. It was just a few simple snacks, which would not kill anyone.
In comparison, Weili is simply a good wife, an excellent cook, and everything she cooks is delicious.
Teaming up with the good mother Chris, they just formed a team of good wives and good mothers.
Wayne came to the restaurant with the package. After opening it, a bottle of dragon's blood came into view.
"Veronica, I have something good to show you."
"Wait a minute, wait until I beat these eggs to death..."
"???"
Wayne didn't understand and didn't dare to say anything, let alone ask. He silently hid the dragon's blood in his sleeve and looked through other things in the package.
A few books, a few maps, a letter, two black tights, and a handbag full of magical gems.
Wayne unfolded the tights and studied them. The black texture was cold to the touch, and the fabric was suspiciously like magic metal. It had excellent ductility. It was divided into men's and women's styles. He and Veronica happened to have one piece each.
Opening the letter, the first line is a detailed description of the tight uniform.
Forged from sub-dragon scales, it has top-notch defense and elasticity, ensuring that the user will not be completely blown away when transforming into an elf or half-dragon form.
In addition, tight-fitting uniforms also have the ability to reshape thinking, and users can use their own thinking to change the appearance and turn it into daily clothing.
The biggest advantage is that it is resistant to high temperatures. When using dragon blood to purify blood, you will not be embarrassed to wear the uniform.
"Good stuff, Veronica just needs it."
Wayne Maliao stuffed the two uniforms into the drawer and continued browsing the mail.
Senna is a senior member of the church headquarters and is involved in formulating the rules. She is no stranger to the selection of saints. Not only is she no stranger, she is also one of the people who set the questions.
The letter explained the importance of several maps, informed Wayne of the test questions, and used several magic books as reference answers, allowing Wayne and Veronica to master the faith magic or divine spells in them as soon as possible.
Because Senna was not the only one who asked the questions, she did not dare to guarantee that she would be able to pass the test if she learned to do it. She could only say that the questions she asked could not be answered by other candidates except Wayne and Veronica.
"Good guys, I think you can understand the rules now."
Wayne complained speechlessly, his sense of Senna slipping again, and he was glad that the teacher had not turned into such a woman.
"It's strange. The teacher's dragon blood comes from Senna. She should have no brains. Could it be that she also met her own Auston?"
"Asshole, who do you think is brainless?"
Veronica walked out of the kitchen carrying the dinner plate and glared at Wayne so fiercely that she heard it, and the social trash said bad things about her behind her back.
If you can't help it, don't eat the snacks she cooked.
Wayne skipped the topic, raised his hand to pick up the unique-looking snack, put it in his mouth and tasted it slowly.
The left side is sweet, the right side is bitter, and the middle has no taste...
One piece of dim sum can actually have three flavors. For those who didn’t know, they thought Wayne was tasting perfume!
“How is it? Is it delicious?”
"Well, it's time to catch up with Willy."
Wrong answer.
Veronica punched Wayne in the face. She knew it was not delicious, but after working hard for a long time, no matter whether it was delicious or not, Wayne could only say it was delicious.
"Although it's not delicious, I like it very much..."
Wayne picked up the plate and drank the snack, then licked the plate clean and said with a painful look on his face: "I take back what I said before, it's so delicious."
That's pretty much it!
Veronica snorted coldly, picked up the map and looked at it: "What are these, clearance textbooks?"
"Absolutely. After all, there are people above us."
Wayne put the letter away and walked quickly towards the basement: "Follow me, there is one more thing that cannot be stated explicitly, lest it be seen by the two guys next door."
Speaking of which, I wonder what's in the package next door.
Seeing Wayne's solemn expression, Veronica quickly followed him, looking back at the dinner plate that was licked cleaner than a dog, with a little joy in her steps.
In the basement, Wayne turned on the wall lamp, pretended to draw a magic circle on the ground, then turned around suddenly and opened the container containing dragon blood.
Veronica's pupils shrank suddenly, she never expected that she would be plotted by society's garbage again.
Three times, three times in a row, she failed to guard against it once.
The flames swept down, and Veronica bathed in the flames without even a ray of light. She stared blankly ahead and gave up thinking.
Wayne poked his head around to look around and marveled. As expected of him, the dragon-blooded girl had grown strong just a few days after taking her.
The growth is encouraging and the future is promising.
"Hey, I've been watching for a long time, why didn't you curse today?"
Wayne waited for a long time, but did not hear the poor vocabulary, so he hurriedly urged her. He knew that Veronica, who had evolved many times, could now speak.
"Mother told me not to reward you casually." Veronica cast a look of disdain, as if she was looking at a piece of wet garbage.
Teacher, what have you taught Veronica?
Auston is Auston, and students are students. This is unreasonable. How can we draw an equal sign?
Wayne had a depressed look on his face. When he saw Veronica's proud expression, he immediately snorted coldly, walked quickly to the living room, and dug out the combat uniform woven with dragon scales from the drawer.
He put on men's clothes, touched Veronica without being burned by the flames, and hugged her from behind openly.
"You, where did you get your clothes?"
Veronica's tongue swayed, and she moved her neck with difficulty. She looked down at Wayne's big hooves, then at the women's combat uniforms placed on the chair, and immediately understood the reason.
The combat uniform and dragon blood were sent together.
Veronica was furious, angry, and furious. After experiencing the third dragon blood enhancement, she could move her limbs, turn around in slow motion and knock down the garbage of society, then ride on it and start repairing it.
"Pervert! Scum! Bastard! Trash!"
"Go to hell! Go to hell——"
The reward may be late, but it will never be absent. It may even be doubled due to the delay.
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