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Chapter 152 Side effects of emotional control?

On the other side of the ocean, Anka City is still in the repair stage.

Thorne, the auxiliary bishop from Fira, looked at Calvin and finally decided to speak: "Bishop Calvin, I think since we have the same idea, why don't you go to Fira with me and let's wash Sirius together?" To clear the name, right?”

The sky in Ankh City was obscured by thick clouds, making it difficult for sunlight to penetrate. The dilapidated church looked even more heavy and melancholy in this gloomy weather. Cracks in the walls and collapsed stone pillars bear witness to the former splendor and current desolation of this place. In such an environment, discussing Sirius' fate seems particularly burdensome.

Calvin, this old man wearing a white robe and a serious face, looked at Thorne with deep eyes at this moment. His eyes sparkled with intelligence, but also with responsibility and worry. As the bishop of the Anka Church, he has deep feelings for this land and its people.

So after hearing Thorne's words, he just shook his head slowly: "Auxiliary Bishop Thorne, I understand your thoughts, but Anka needs me now, and I...can't leave. Because I have the responsibility to lead the people here through Difficulties.

I think Sir Sirius also hopes that I can protect everything here, and I can't live up to his instructions. "

As for Mo La, who was standing aside, after hearing these words from Calvin, her deep eyes flashed with uneasiness and expectation.

In fact, it was not just her. In addition to the three of them, there was also Jim, who had recently become a "popular person" around Calvin. The two of them had only recently been informed of the "truth" about Anka. She was inexplicably forced to accept the damn theory that "Sirius was not a sinner but a divine son".

Of course, it was impossible for her to say such inappropriate words so impolitely at this moment. She could only use every opportunity to say to the two people who were discussing:

"Lord Calvin, why don't you let me go to Fira with Bishop Thorne? I'm very familiar with Sirius. He should want to see me." There was a hint of pleading in her voice, but it also revealed a kind of Unmistakable determination.

After hearing this, Calvin turned to Mo La's direction, but his eyes were full of deep thought.

He knew that Mo La's ability should not be underestimated. Although the other party did not say it, Calvin had always had some guesses about Mo La's identity.

Although he could not care about these secrets, at this moment he also understood that her running over to a silly child with little social experience might make the Church of Fera not trust her very much.

Calvin, who has always regarded Mo La as his daughter, actually did not want this child to leave Anka alone so quickly and run to the other side of the ocean where he could not take care of him. So thinking of this, he could only shake his head and said slowly:

"No, Mora, Anka still needs you. Only here can you play a greater role."

A trace of disappointment flashed across Maura's face, but she quickly covered it up. She bowed her head slightly in understanding.

At this time, Jim, who was standing in the shadow, was called by Calvin's name.

"Jim, I don't know if you are willing to go to Fela to help. Sir Sirius may be wary of strangers in the church, but he probably won't be wary of you."

Jim's eyes flashed with excitement. His robes swayed slightly in the wind, and his eyes shifted between Thorne and Calvin. He knew this was a rare opportunity that would help clear his master's "stigma."

This in itself is nothing, but the problem is that if you can make those stupid humans regard the Demon King as a saint, it sounds like it will be extremely exciting!

By then, I might not be called a traitor by humans, but would be called a hero, although... I can only think about this kind of dream now.

Thinking of this, he suppressed his inner excitement, and then spoke cautiously: "Bishop, if you allow me, I am willing to go to Fira with Mr. Thorne."

Calvin's eyes held deep trust. He knew Jim was Sirius's most trustworthy subordinate, which made him feel a little more at ease. Finally, he nodded: "That's it, you pack some things and go with Thorne."

A smile appeared on Thorne's face, and he looked at Jim with a flash of approval in his eyes. He could see that this middle-aged man had a profound feeling that was completely different from Mo La. In addition, even Calvin, who was so kind and kind, trusted him very much, so it seemed that this man named Jim must also have a deep heart. Be a righteous person.

When the words came to this, only Mo La stood quietly aside, and she felt a little complicated in her heart.

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Fela, in a room on the third floor of Pilar's house.

Someone was holding Liz, who continued to hum like a cat, and lamented the overbearing ability to control her emotions.

Sirius's bedroom was softly illuminated by the morning light, and the golden sunlight shone on the two of them through the white gauze curtains, adding a warm and lazy atmosphere. On the bed, Liz's cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were shy and tender. The maid uniform she was wearing was already in disarray. She nestled against Sirius's broad chest, and the shyness and satisfaction from the inside out were intertwined on her expression. .

In fact, it was nothing. Sirius, who was very curious, conducted an experiment directly on Liz yesterday. He wanted to test what kind of effect would be produced if the little maid's lust was pushed to the extreme.

As a result...he almost failed to catch it.

Crazy, isn't it? This is not the cute and obedient maid he usually sees. This is simply a humanoid vacuum cleaner that does not belong to the medieval setting. Although... the result of him adjusting Liz's mood was that he himself completely lost his mind.

At this moment, Sirius could only feel that every muscle in his body was sending out signs of fatigue, especially his waist, which had now reached the point where he could no longer move. It turns out that although the emotional control he just gained last night is wonderful, it obviously has equally strong side effects.

But at this moment, although he was exhausted, the satisfaction in his heart made the corners of his lips rise unconsciously. He looked down at Liz. The girl's dependence and trust on him were a precious treasure that he had never felt before.

The warm atmosphere was suddenly broken by a knock on the door outside. Outside the door, Abby's voice sounded slightly nervous: "Lord Siris, are you inside? I have something important to report."

Sirius had to look away from Liz. He shouted to the door: "Wait a minute, I'm not dressed yet." Liz heard the voice and hurriedly arranged her clothes, and carefully left Sirius. into his arms, but the blush on his face could not go away no matter what.

Sirius picked up the clothes on the bedside, but felt dizzy. He took a deep breath, steadied himself, and tried to make his voice sound firm: "Abby, what can I do for you?"

Abby stood outside the door, and through the crack in the door, he could feel the faint fragrance and strong emotional fluctuations in the room. He cleared his throat with a slight embarrassment: "Master, should we destroy the base of the Tantric Organization? If those people exist for one day, I feel that the threat to us will be greater."

Yeah? Isn't that what you said yesterday before you met me?

Sirius rolled his eyes and suppressed the desire to complain in his heart. But when he was about to stand up and open the door, he twisted his waist and fell to the ground without being able to stand still.

"Master? What's wrong with you?" Abby's concerned voice came from outside the door.

"Don't come in!"

Sirius looked at the bad maid behind him who looked both concerned and snickering, and said with a speechless face: "You go downstairs first, I will go find you later."

(End of this chapter)