Chapter 296: The Priest and the Witch
Feeling the wet, soft touch by his ear.
Chen An subconsciously tilted his head back.
The next second, his lips brushed past a pair of rosy, thin lips.
Chen An met the woman’s somewhat dazed and confused gaze, thinking that it was the same way Luo Cong’an had gotten him last time.
Could he really fall for the same trick twice?
He shifted his body, circulating spiritual energy around himself, wanting to break free from the warm embrace.
But a stronger force came from the woman’s hands, like iron bands, pinning Chen An down tightly.
“Priest, why, why are you always like this…”
“Eileen would be very sad…”
“Don’t you remember? The promise you personally made…”
The woman spoke softly, her hands clasped in front of her chest.
Her eyes were like water, slowly flowing.
She mimicked the man from back then, repeating it very seriously and slowly.
“Holy Light above, I will never let Miss Eileen be sad, never, ever.”
But no matter how emotional the woman’s words were, the young man in her embrace remained expressionless.
Chen An let out a long sigh, wondering where things had gone wrong and why they were all coming at him one after another.
He was a little tired and considered just bluffing his way through.
Although he knew it was probably not realistic, it wouldn’t hurt to try.
Besides, he truly had no impression of the heroines from his past nine lives, so it wasn’t a lie.
“I’m sorry, I really don’t know any Miss Eileen…”
But he had clearly underestimated the effect he had on women.
This statement not only failed to yield the desired result but instead sent the other party into a frenzy.
Rich negative emotions enveloped Chen An from all sides, magnifying all emotions and desires at this moment.
Twelve giant black wings stretched out, burying them both together.
“How could you forget…”
Accompanied by the woman’s murmurs, memories spread like water.
Under the influence of those negative emotions, the memories buried deep within Chen An’s mind.
Were unavoidably awakened.
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The 613th year of God’s Grace.
The Maya Empire, which had ruled the entire continent for hundreds of years, was also gradually entering decline.
The rise and fall of nations have always been a natural cycle, so there was nothing to say about it.
But the decline of the Maya Empire was only the decline of the royal family.
Correspondingly, the Holy See’s influence and power developed unprecedentedly.
People might not know the name of the royal family, but they could not fail to know the Holy See.
Including the Witch Hunter Association, which was affiliated with the Holy See, its status naturally rose.
Waking up in a luxurious and extravagant bedroom, Chen An was slightly taken aback as he listened to the system introducing the world background in his mind.
“You mean, this time it’s Western fantasy again?”
He muttered to himself.
Looking at the unfamiliar surroundings, Chen An, no, he should now be called Lord Luxurian.
He had traversed with his physical body, and each world would automatically correct everyone’s memories of that world.
Luxurian frowned, rubbing his temples, which were aching from the influx of vast memories.
The man got up from the bed and surveyed his surroundings.
Everything in sight was exquisite. From the ceiling to the large lights hanging from the ceiling, they all looked very high-quality.
The ground was covered with a thick carpet, embroidered with many incomprehensible patterns.
The entire bedroom’s decoration style was very retro, but every small detail was extremely luxurious.
Luxurian thought, it was a bit like the Western medieval style on Blue Star?
His head was still a little dizzy and confused from the recent transmigration.
At this moment, a clear, cold female voice sounded from outside the door.
“Lord Luxurian, the witch hunters from the church have all arrived and are awaiting your presence.”
The Holy See? Presence?
Hearing these keywords, a memory surfaced in Luxurian’s mind.
One day ago, in the outer city diocese under the Saint Maya capital, the Livia Church, managed by Luxurian, had successfully captured two witches.
Now, the witch hunters had escorted the witches to the church, awaiting the instructions of Luxurian, the highest leader.
Witches were those women who were beautiful to the point of being demonic, with pale skin, delicate like porcelain dolls.
They often bore many ominous symbols.
For instance, the most common being pathological pale skin and evil patterns all over their bodies.
In the Maya Empire, these witches were regarded as demons who had escaped from the goddess and had to be captured and executed, otherwise, they would bring great disaster to the entire Maya Empire.
This was not new. As early as the founding of the Maya Empire, there had been such legends.
Witches were cunning and insidious. Once they were given a chance to huddle together for warmth and catch their breath, they would inevitably launch a general attack on the Holy See.
Witches who had reached adulthood possessed terrifying power that even the Holy See feared.
They did not need to cultivate diligently. As long as they could survive until adulthood, they would become born kings.
The Holy See considered this innate talent to be a symbol of a pact with the devil.
Burn them, they must be burned!
Anything that could threaten the Holy See’s position could not be spared.
Over the past few hundred years, countless witches had been burned or drowned.
Some might have been wrongly accused, but to the Holy See, which held the principle of “better to kill a thousand than let one go,” that was not a problem.
Anyway, the Holy See’s brainwashing regarding witches had long been deeply ingrained in people’s hearts.
As long as you were a citizen living in the Maya Empire, you would spontaneously not let a single witch go.
They were all embryos for nurturing demons and had long lost their basic humanity.
For the Holy See, there was a very clear definition of witches.
If they could be burned on a cross, they were naturally witches.
If they could not be burned, it proved that they possessed supernatural powers in secret, further solidifying their identity as witches!
At this point in his memory, a sudden realization surged through Luxurian’s mind.
It was obvious that the heroine he needed to nurture in this life should be this so-called ‘witch’.
Luxurian clicked his tongue, thinking that compared to his previous life, raising a witch to adulthood in such an environment would not be easy.
Fortunately, his identity in this life had also greatly changed.
Not only was he a highly respected priest, but his own supernatural power was also very strong.
His thoughts stopped here.
Luxurian tidied his pure white robe and walked towards the door.
He pushed open the door, and a tall figure caught his eye.
Blue and white, a short skirt, white socks, and a decoration on her head.
These details made Luxurian’s eyes widen slightly.
Good heavens, it was a maid outfit!
Luxurian really wanted to ask, was the Holy See he was in, legitimate?
Outside the door, Head Maid Anna, although puzzled by the man’s surprise, respectfully repeated herself.
“Lord Luxurian, the witch hunter team has been waiting at the church for a long time.”
In the eyes of the world, Luxurian was the youngest priest in the Holy See, with an infinitely bright future.
As long as one’s mind was not troubled, they would not oppose this young priest.
Moreover, Anna was a maid in Luxurian’s manor, so she naturally showed even more respect.
(End of this chapter)
