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Although Annaletia couldn't get drunk, she would pretend to be drunk and tease Helett more vigorously.

"I am still waiting for you to save enough money and support me. When you become powerful enough, I will stop being a Valkyrie! Resign! You must resign!"

Heilite was very worried about Annaletia, who kept saying she wanted to resign and said she was tired of being a Valkyrie.

Will she be struck by lightning as a punishment from the Holy Seal Goddess?

"Hmm? What are you thinking about, little man? Come, eat my feet, open your mouth!" Thinking back to the time when he first met Annaletia, he looked at this woman standing on the roof of the ruins of the church, with holy light emanating from her body.

At that moment, he really felt that the other person was the angel the knight had mentioned.

Thinking of this, Hei Lai Te really wanted to slap himself.

Chapter 170 The Woman Who Can Suppress Blacklet

"Heatherly, she is the Valkyrie Annaletia, and can be said to be my master."

Blacklett pointed at Annaletia, who was lying on the sofa and blowing into her mouth with a bottle of wine, and introduced the master to Heatherly.

Although they can be said to be friends or acquaintances.

But it seemed that introducing him like that would cause unnecessary misunderstandings. After all, Heatherly saw Black Light and Annaletia in the bathroom, so it would be much more convenient to just introduce him as the master.

"This girl has such a careless personality. Don't take her actions or words too seriously."

"Anyway, this guy will live with us for a while, but she doesn't need to eat, and the alcohol in the house should be hidden as much as possible."

He snatched the almost empty bottle of wine from Annaletia's hand and threw it out of the window.

Seeing Blacklett's behavior and looking at the manners of Miss Annaletia, Heatherly roughly understood that nothing strange happened between Blacklett and Miss Annaletia in the bathroom.

Because Heilite is not the kind of person who would just throw away the fruit after picking it. Besides, the behavior of Miss Annaletia is indeed casual.

"Hello, I'm Heatherly."

After calming down, Heatherly walked up to Annaletia obediently and greeted the Black Light master.

"Oh, hello, hello, Heatherly. Where are you from? Have we met somewhere before? Who are your parents? Where did you live before? Or did you... um!"

Faced with Annaletia's rapid-fire household registration, Heilite went up and covered her mouth.

If this Valkyrie had more sense, she wouldn't ask such an immoral question.

After all, Annaletia had stayed in Mile City with Heilite for half a year. She was fully aware of the situation in Mile City. There were countless tragedies of broken families and deaths every day. Since Heatherly appeared here, why bother asking about family?

"No, it's okay, Reverend Sir. I don't remember anything about my parents anyway, so I won't be sad about it."

Heatherly seemed to easily understand what Blacklett was thinking, and instead began to comfort Blacklett.

“Even so, this guy is too…Fuck! Let me go, Anaretia!”

This time, without waiting for Blacklet to finish his words, Annaletia locked Blacklet with her long and beautiful legs and pinned him on the sofa with wrestling skills.

Without waiting for Blacklet to struggle beneath her, Annaletia put her face in front of Heatherly and looked at her carefully.

"Well, you are indeed prettier than me. I am a down-to-earth person. Although I have always felt that there are only three people in the world prettier than me, Heatherly, you have now become the fourth woman prettier than me."

In response to Annaletia's praise, Heatherly thought that the beauty with long burgundy hair was just comforting her.

How could she be pretty with such a conspicuous scar on her face? And more beautiful than Anaretia?

Sure enough, the sister who has such a good relationship with Heilite is also kind-hearted.

"Thank you, Sister Anaretia, but Heatherly thinks that you are the most beautiful, like an angel."

Putting aside the fact that this angel sister was able to pin Blacklet to the ground.

"How foolish! Heatherly, you are so foolish, how could you think like that!"

It was as if Helett saw a second victim deceived by Anaretia's appearance.

"Oh my, Heatherly, you are so cute! I love what you say. When Helett first met me, he said the same thing, saying that I am an angel or something."

Anaretia's face is thicker than armor, and she feels no psychological pressure at all when she brags about herself.

"But sister, I think you are still beautiful. You have a very beautiful face."

"Hey, if I were as beautiful as you, how could Helette treat me like this? I've given up being a Valkyrie a long time ago, and let Helette focus on raising me. I'm only responsible for being beautiful, and let Helette carry the burden."

"What a pity, but I still like you very much! Come and post one!"

Before Heatherly could react, Annaletia stuck to her.

Feeling Annaletia's intimate actions without caring about the scar on her face, Heatherly couldn't help but reveal a shy and happy smile.

Only Blacklett, who was rubbing his neck and getting up from the ground, noticed that something was wrong. He understood Annaletia better than Heatherly did, so Blacklett knew that Annaletia would definitely not be the type of person who would be so considerate and comfort others.

If Anaretia really compliments someone, then she must be speaking from the heart.

After all, a being of Anaretia's level, as a stage seven demigod and the Valkyrie of the Templar Church, who has lived for hundreds of years without aging or dying, does not need to care about other people's feelings.

So, could it be that Annaletia couldn't see the scar on Heatherly's face?

Just as Heilite was thinking about this question, Anaretia kicked him in the face.

"Heilite, I want to sleep with Heatherly tonight! I want to tell her about your past! Do you want to sleep between us? Hmm? We used to sleep and eat together, how about adding Heatherly?"

Blacklett looked speechlessly at Annaletia who looked indifferent, and Heatherly who was unable to break free as Annaletia had her arms around her shoulders.

At this time, Heatherly looked at Blacklett with some curiosity and suspicion.

It's over. I finally managed to clear up the misunderstanding in the bathroom, but now Heatherly is going to misunderstand me again.

"Shut up, you drunkard. Aren't you really worried about being struck by lightning? How could the Goddess of the Holy Seal tolerate you saying such things?"

"Don't tell me we used to sleep together. You were the one who often slept on the floor after getting drunk. Then I wanted to move you to the bed but you locked me in a cross armbar. When have you ever treated me like this? Do you think I can sleep?"

"Valkyries are supposed to remain chaste, idiot."

If he could defeat Annaletia, Heilite would have wanted to tie up this woman and stuff her into the fireplace.

Hearing what Blacklett said, Anaretia laughed out loud without caring.

"Who told you that Valkyries have to remain chaste? As long as the Goddess of the Holy Seal agrees, we can find a man! It's just that so far no man has been able to gain the approval of the Goddess of the Holy Seal, so we remain single."

"Since the Holy Seal Goddess has not punished me yet, it means that you, my little man, are recognized by the Holy Seal Goddess. Besides, you have two Holy Seals on your body, so what are you afraid of!"

"Come on, let's have a good chat tonight. I don't like sleeping alone!"

Regardless of Hewlett and Heatherly's refusal, Annaletia dragged them into the bedroom, one by one.

However, when she entered the bedroom, Anaretia stopped and looked out the window.

Tsk, those small fish are not worth mentioning.

Annaletia curled her lips in disdain, looked away from the window, and continued to drag Heather and Heather to hold a pajama party. No one could sleep tonight.

Chapter 171 Angus and Little Red Riding Hood

On the top floor of a ruined building on the outskirts of Mins Street.

"Lord Angus, it's the same contact number as before."

Rebecca held a pile of mobile phones and handed them to Angus with both hands.

"Okay, thank you Rebecca, let's hear some interesting news."

Angeshi, holding a horse-head short staff, took the phone. His movements showed a bit of stiffness that a puppet should have.

After pressing the answer button, Ange turned around and raised the red teacup in his hand towards the stars above his head.

Soon, the count's voice came from the phone.

"Assholes! Why didn't you guys keep in touch? Are you dead? Don't you even know how to make a sound when you're dead? Are you dead or not…"

I recognized that this was the voice of the Earl of Mile City.

Although Angos had never met the count, he had heard the same voice from the mobile phones piled up behind him.

In this deep and dark night, the count's roar sounded like a melody to Angus.

"Damn it! We've already sent out more than a dozen Stage 5s, and it still doesn't work? Are you dead? Can't you talk?"

"This is the fourth time. Who are you who answered the phone? Are you Black Wright? You bastard pastor! If you hadn't demolished the slaughterhouse, we could still live in peace!"

"You bastards! A bunch of bastards! Lord Viscount Terry is very angry! Damn you, bastards, bastards, bastards! Why don't you say anything! I'm going to kill you right now! Kill you, pastor!"

Amid the roars and shouts coming from the other end of the phone were sounds of something being smashed and something being pushed over.

Furious and powerless, Angos shrugged his shoulders.

There was no need to stop any more, so Angos pressed the hang-up button. He turned his gaze to the strange figure in the corner who was holding the bodies of the nobles and swallowing them directly into his stomach, and Angos called out the other person's name.

"Mr. Little Red Riding Hood, I'll leave this Earl to you later."

Little Red Riding Hood, this name made the strange figure jump up instantly, and he opened his big fang-like mouth like a hole in the ground and pounced on Angus.

It was a pity that his big mouth stopped a few centimeters away from Angus's head. The foul-smelling saliva dripped from the gaps between his ugly teeth that were filled with minced meat, hair and nails and fell to the ground, corroding small holes.

It was not that "Little Red Riding Hood" stopped by herself. This could be seen from the fact that she was still trying to move forward, but her struggle was obviously useless.

"Don't waste your energy, Sixth Seat. This body of yours is my creation. Although this body allows you to move freely, it is also a shackle on you."

Angus didn't even look at the rebellious and disobedient "Little Red Riding Hood" beside him, he just knocked the horse-head short stick in his hand.

The next moment, a dazzling electric light emanated from the Sixth Seat's body.

The Sixth Seat, who had changed from red gloves to "Little Red Riding Hood", let out a soul-wrenching wail. Just as Angos said, although the Sixth Seat possessed the body of a male servant, he was also imprisoned in Angos' prison.

It's like a battery put into a toy. The toy can consume the power of the battery, and the battery is completely powerless to resist.

Not only was there physical pain, the Sixth Seat's soul was also whipped by the lightning.

His twisted and strange body gradually returned to normal. The Sixth Seat, who was wearing a butler's uniform, glared at Ange with resentful eyes.

"Damn it! Damn Angus! And that damn kid, Blacklett deserves to die even more!"

Red Gloves, who was the sixth seat, has now fallen to the point of being treated as a puppet by Angus, who was the fourteenth seat.

Red Gloves felt a burning resentment when he thought about it. It must be Blacklett's fault that all this started, just like the Count on the phone just now.

If Black Light hadn't almost beaten her to death, Red Gloves wouldn't have become the "Little Red Riding Hood" she is today.

Angos caught Blacklett at just the right time. Although Angos also failed, he captured the Sixth Seat as his puppet servant.