“Um…”

After about an hour, spread out the letters written by Lohalin, Deacon Talma carefully checked them: "It's almost like that."

Putting down the letter, Deacon Talma suddenly smiled: "I've been with Priest Ross all night?"

"Yes."

Anyone who you can find knows that you have accompanied Wu Qingchen to walk around Colin Castle twice, and Lohalin nodded obediently.

"Have you arranged the priest Los into the room?" Deacon Talma continued to ask.

"Yes." The quasi-priest Lohalin nodded again.

"Um..." Deacon Talma nodded, hesitated for a moment, and then said: "Parliament... Um... the whole church has not been very good these years... It's not normal, but now is the critical moment for Los and you, don't go too far."

"Yes!" The chastity of Lohalin shook his head quickly: "Teacher, don't worry."

A few seconds later, Lohalin added: "I've asked, Lord Los, I'm not interested in pretty girls."

"That's good." Deacon Talma nodded with relief.

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At the same time.

Fishgard Parish, third floor of Fort Collins.

The moonlight outside the window was crooked, it was already late at night.

The rest time was up, and Wu Qingchen climbed onto the bed.

The door suddenly rang out, "Tu tuk..."

"Come in." Wu Qingchen sat up, and a little boy who was about the same age as Wu Qingchen pushed open the door.

"Master..." The little boy walked into the room: "Is the candlelight okay?"

Candlelight?

Wu Qingchen raised his head. Like Fort Akford, the candles in Fishgard Parish and Fort Collins were also beeswax fuel, with no smoke or fog, and were quite bright.

"No problem." Wu Qingchen replied.

"It's okay now..." the little boy entering the door said with a smile: "But it will be dark later."

"Um?"

Nonsense, how many hours can biofuels work?

"So..." The little boy walked to Wu Qingchen's window: "Master Lohalin, let me come over and add some beeswax to you tonight."

Add beeswax?

Wu Qingchen didn't understand very well: "I'll go to bed later, why are you adding beeswax?"

"Uh..." The little boy's face immediately turned red.

"What's the meaning?"

What's so shy about this? Wu Qingchen didn't understand even more.

"Master Lohalin...Master Lohalin..."

The little boy stuttered, slowly rubbed into the room, raised his feet, and added beeswax to each candlestick.

Then... took off his outer robe regardless and climbed onto Wu Qingchen's bed.

Then the little boy took off all his clothes.

Then, in Wu Qingchen's dazed gaze, the little boy covered his face and lay on the rush bed, and said shyly: "Master Lohalin said, let me listen to you in everything."

Lohalin!

Me! Fuck! You! Ancestor! Sect!
Chapter completed!