Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

However, the old Marquis on the opposite side didn't give him any time to think about it, so he smiled sternly and spoke clearly.

"Your Excellency the Archbishop, I heard that you are leading your clergy... to search for some 'vampire' in the city of Ross, right?"

As Robert spoke, he suddenly frowned slightly as if he was holding back a smile.

Spreading his arms more casually, he blinked at Marbury, and continued, "Since you've exhausted yourself from searching, and it's getting late now, why don't you tell us what the vampire looks like?" Everyone, let everyone help you find it together, huh?"

"Yes, we are familiar with the east of the city, let us help His Excellency the archbishop find it!"

The earls and viscounts on the side also echoed with a smile.

However, the almost unconcealable sneer on their faces and eyes made Marbury itch.

This group of people didn't intend to find him for him at all, they were obviously there to see his jokes!

But at this juncture, if he doesn't agree, it's even more impossible for this group of people to let him pass!

How can this be done...

Marbury couldn't help but get smoked in his head.

However, at the same time, in the corner of his eyes, a swift black shadow that was almost familiar and engraved in his bones suddenly flashed across.

It made him startled for a moment, and he couldn't help widening his eyes, raised his head reflexively, and looked around.

I saw that nasty "Duke of York" standing upright on the roof of a mansion not far away.

With his back against the afterglow of the setting sun, he grinned wickedly and raised his eyebrows at him.

That smug and frivolous expression seemed to be announcing victory in advance with him!

Marbury's heart suddenly tightened with anger.

And the voice in my heart couldn't help but sounded again.

"Don't worry about these nobles... are they not your enemies... are they not opponents of theocracy..."

The voice in my heart suddenly lingered in my ears, and with a strong bewitchment, I whispered in Marbury's ear, "Leave them alone... just rush over... and capture that damned Duke of York..."

"Only by catching him can we have the strongest evidence, and then even Franke can't do anything to us, can he?"

"...Yes...That's right..."

Marbury was so confused by the voice that his brain went straight, his eyes gradually lost focus, and he only responded in a low voice like a conditioned reflex.

After being in a trance for a while, he seemed to have regained his senses.

But he suddenly frowned, and then spoke coldly, ordering the priests behind him, "Everyone, don't worry about these corrupt and incompetent nobles!... Let's rush in and take down the vampires first!"

"……what?"

As soon as these words came out, the priests began to hesitate, and they couldn't help but looked at each other in astonishment.

Is this... okay?

Those led by the old Marquis Robert and others were the city-state guards under the command of the new ruler, Lord Franke.

Once confronted, wouldn't they become rebels in Rose City? !

Thinking of this, the priests struggled even more in their hearts and dared not make a sound.

Almost made their archbishop vomit blood again.

"...What a bunch of useless guys!"

Marbury wrinkled his nose, turned his head and glared at the small soldiers viciously, rolled his small eyes, and took out his little cross without hesitation.