Yinge sat in her room with Yawenni, flipping through a book. She was even more reluctant to leave the room. She became much quieter. That incident was like a wound, branded in her heart.

  The book told her that the goddess would naturally smooth out all the injustices in the world. She wondered why scum like Lanser didn't die, why there was a distinction between noble and humble, and why she was treated like this. These were things that the book could not tell her.

  Lancer didn't show up at home because of his new job, and so did Duke Hazaro. Yavni went to the seminary to take the exam, so only the women were left in the huge house. The Duchess and Rebecca naturally didn't like her. They wished she would stay in the top floor room and not come out. Silver Dove occasionally met Melanie, Nefer's mother, but the woman was always submissive, and life crushed her fragile nerves.

  Tomorrow is the day when the dragon leader comes to Elima. Everyone is excited and curious about what the legendary barbarians look like. How could these women have ever seen a dragon?

  However, Silver Dove still sat in the room until she heard someone knocking on the door.

  "Who?" She put down the book in her hand and asked vigilantly.

  "I, Nefer."

  It turned out to be him...Yinge thought.

  She did not go forward to open the door, but just asked softly behind the door, "What's the matter?"

  "I have something to tell you," Nefer said. He came all the way from the seminary, and after explaining those things, he was going back immediately.

  Yinge told him cautiously at the door, "Let's talk somewhere else." She couldn't be sure who might be watching her. She knew that there were too many people in this family who had bad intentions towards her.

  "……where?"

  "Study," she said. Even though it had been in such a terrible state, she had to admit that no one could disturb her there.

  Yinge was holding the book. Occasionally one or two servants passed by in the corridor. They looked at Yinge with scrutiny. Although they greeted her, they were so disdainful. A prostitute actually liked to read books?

  Yinge straightened her chest. After all, she was now the wife of the young master of this mansion.

  She flashed into the study and saw Nephil standing by the tall window waiting for her. His eyes touched the book in her arms, "Are you reading these?"

  "I just watched it casually, you know, I always have to find some fun to survive." Yinge smiled bitterly.

  The pity in the man's eyes pierced her heart like a needle. She turned her eyes away and asked, "What do you want from me?"

  "I... wanted to see how you were doing." Nefert answered awkwardly, "I was worried that you might be upset."

  But Yinge smiled strangely, "Why should I be upset? It's just that I was raped by that man. It's okay. I was raped by men every day before. I'm used to it."

  "Don't say that." Nefert was a little excited. "I won't tell anyone what happened that day." He said to the woman in front of him as if to promise, but the look of disapproval on her face hurt him a little. "I'm sorry..."

  "What are you sorry for?" Silver Dove raised her eyebrows. "Sorry that you didn't come to save me earlier?" She said sarcastically, "Lord Nefert, it's my husband who should have saved me, not you. You don't need to apologize, and you don't need to feel guilty." She approached the man and looked at him menacingly. Her eyes were so charming that Nefert's heart, which was not moved, became more or less doubtful.

  "I have some medicine..." Nefert suddenly said, "Maybe I can get rid of him for you."

  Silver Dove looked at Nefert in surprise. The young priest had such a resolute expression on his face. "Why?" She opened her red lips slightly. "Are you feeling sorry for me?" She smiled ridiculously. "Lord Nefert, you don't have to dirty your hands for a lowly woman like me."

  However, the priest in white robes stepped forward and grabbed her. His meticulously trimmed hair fell down in front of him. Silver Dove stared into the man's eyes behind his silver-rimmed glasses, "But I feel sorry for you!"

  Yinge looked at the anxiety and worry in the priest's eyes, such strong and full emotions, she closed her eyes heartbrokenly, "It's too late... My lord, it's too late..." She covered her face and cried helplessly, "It's too late, my lord..." She had never been so happy, but also so sad.

  When the woman in front of him was crying desperately, he didn't even have the courage to reach out and hold her in his arms... Nefert could only see her crying, as if all the tears she wanted to shed for all the grievances she had suffered had dried up at this moment.

  Silver Dove had never shown her charming side in front of him. In his eyes, she thought sadly, he always saw her most lost, most real and helpless side. He was a noble priest with a bright future. Why did he do such a dirty thing for a small, lowly woman like me?

  She pulled Nefer's hand away and bowed to him earnestly. She turned around and wanted to leave. She was a silver dove, a silver dove that had crawled out of the grave, crossed the desert and snow-capped mountains, and lived by selling her body in the birdhouse since she was a child. What did that mean? What did that mean? This holy, compassionate man... Silver Dove thought, he might have confused pity with the kind of personal feelings between men and women - just like those men who claimed to love her, but they were just coveting her beauty and the pleasure her body brought them.

  But the next moment she was hugged by the man, who hugged her tightly, as if he put all the weight of his body on her.

  Yinge turned her back to the man, fearing that if she turned back, something out of control would happen. She didn't dare to desecrate his beauty, and she didn't even dare to hope what this hug meant.

  "Sir, please don't pity me." Silver Dove turned her back to Nefer, her body trembling. "Please, don't pity me..." Because that would make her feel really pitiful, and her fragile strength might collapse in an instant. She broke free from the man's arms. Even though she was so reluctant to leave, that embrace could never belong to her. She staggered to the door of the study and looked back at the young priest standing by the tall window. The concern and hesitation in the man's eyes made her feel so warm, but also so desperate.

  Silver Dove straightened her chest. She was small, but so tall. She opened the door, and then walked into the endless darkness that was about to greet her.

  Nefer clenched his fists tightly and punched the wall. For the first time, he felt so helpless, even more frustrated than when he went to Dark Whisper City. Even his faith began to be questioned. If the goddess could show her power, why did she let this poor girl suffer so much?

  He had loved reading books here since he was a child, one book after another, and his uncle was happy to let him pursue the glory of knowledge here. But now he stood in front of the wall of books and found that the long-standing musty smell filled them and the country.

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  Nefer returned to the seminary in dejection. A priest came up to him mysteriously and said that Bishop Duat had been waiting for him for a long time.

  "Hmm? What's the matter?" asked Nephiel. He didn't remember that the bishop had an appointment with him today.

  "Good, you go quickly." The messenger left after saying this, and Nefert went to the bishop's room without any suspicion.

  Bishop Duat was a well-known person in the whole of Elima. After Nefer bowed, he asked, "What do you want to see me for?"

  "I heard that you performed very well in Dark Language City this time, and the Pope appreciates you very much." Bishop Duat said approvingly.

  "I didn't do anything." Nefert shook his head. "The Pope is too kind."

  Bishop Duyat stroked his chin and looked at him with a smile. This self-respecting, indifferent and dedicated young man was so clean that it was an eyesore.

  He was an excellent doctor and a studious man. At a young age, he became a well-known priest. Duarte knew about his relationship with Duke Lorenzo, but he had heard rumors that there seemed to be something fishy between them.

  "Nefer, I have high hopes for you," the bishop said. "You are not like your brother, Duke Lorenzo, you know, he was also a proud child of the seminary." He sensitively flashed a trace of impatience in Nefer's eyes, "But you are more loyal to the goddess than he is. Maybe you will sit on the seat of bishop - Nefer, are you willing?"

  That's what every priest dreams of! Nefer thought, but he hesitated at this moment. He couldn't help but think of his doubts about the goddess in recent days. He was in pain and felt that the concept he had established in his heart since childhood seemed to be shaken by something.

  Maybe that was a test from the Goddess. Nefer thought that he shouldn't have doubted it, so he nodded, "Yes, Your Excellency, I am willing to dedicate my whole life to the Goddess."

  However, his words were not sincere, and the tail end of the words was swallowed up by bitterness. He thought of the silver pigeon and those scenes that made him angry and helpless. He had no ability to turn back time, and he could not make her return to her perfect self.

  "Tonight, you go to a place." Bishop Duarte narrowed his eyes and looked at the uncertain expression on the young man's face. He knew that if he wanted to control a person, he had to find something on him. He was too naive, idealistic, and noble. The bishop looked at Nefir's back and thought, if he hadn't been tainted, how could he have used him?

  It was an unspoken secret between the seminary and the papacy, and it was also a place where their old priests soothed their bodies and vented their desires.

  When Nefer woke up, he was surprised to find himself lying naked in a room. He vaguely remembered getting on the carriage, and then someone got on the carriage and covered his mouth with a handkerchief, and he fell into a coma.

  When he woke up, he arrived here and saw three naked women pleasing his body. Then he saw a burly man coming in and bringing in another naked woman.

  When he looked at the woman's face, he was surprised to find that she was Adjutant Yang Liu. Yang Liu was also surprised. She was appointed by the Pope's Office to serve a young priest tonight. She didn't expect that the other party was Nefer - Cesare's younger brother!

  Jia Lu looked at the expression between the two people with amusement. He and Yang Liu already had that kind of relationship, so naturally he cared about this woman's every move. The three women had already teased his penis - how could the young man understand that kind of pleasure? He was so nervous, but he could not avoid the pleasure brought by the women's hands and lips.

  Yang Liu turned around and said something to Jia Lu. The man then stepped aside and watched Yang Liu making love with the young priest with his arms folded. She didn't seem to care. She used her hands to spread her labia, making her flower hole open wide. She aimed at Nefert's penis and sat down. She saw that the man was frowning, as if he was enduring a strange pleasure.

  "Is this your first time?" Yang Liu asked him.

  She recalled the first time she met him, that sharp-tongued, arrogant young priest, how come he was sent here?

  "Where is this? Why are you doing this to me?" Nefert shouted angrily.

  "You don't know where this is and why we treat you like this, but your dick is so hard?" Yang Liu said rudely. She looked at Jia Lu, at that man's fiery eyes, and she only felt very hot under her body.

  She held Nefer's chest and twisted her waist wantonly, but she looked at Jialu, as if she was performing the ultimate seduction technique on the man. She saw the thirst in his eyes, which made her satisfied.

  As for the young priest under her, she thought that maybe after this experience, those old guys in the Vatican or the seminary would pull him into their circle, and no matter whether he was willing or not, he would become the same person as them. She smiled contemptuously, and the man struggled painfully, and his remaining rationality made him unwilling to submit to her.

  But who can resist the pleasure brought by a woman's sex? Yang Liu thought, it is like a subtle poison, addictive and unable to extricate oneself.

  The young priest ejaculated quickly, Yang Liu withdrew, and then the three young women came up again. They caressed Nefert's body and teased him with their lips and plump breasts. The horrible penis that had just ejaculated was once again kneaded in the palm of a pair of jade hands, and he became uncontrollably hard again.

  Jia Lu took Yang Liu away, leaving the three young women to play with his body. As soon as he left, he lowered his head and kissed Yang Liu. His thick fingers dug into Yang Liu's lower body, as if he wanted to dig out the dirty thing.

  "Jia Lu, Jia Lu, why are you in such a hurry?" Yang Liu patted his body, "Let me go, I have something to ask you."

  "What's the matter?" The man's fingers did not stop. He had rarely arranged for her to receive those bishops unless they designated her. His possessiveness of her became stronger, but he also knew that this woman's sexual desire was so strong.

  "That man is called Nefer Hasaro. He is your Highness's younger brother... half brother..." Yang Liu told Jia Lu.

  "Do you know each other?" Jia Lu sat on the chair. He hugged Yang Liu and let her sit on his lap. He inserted a finger and two fingers into her hole. He was a little jealous. Yang Liu obviously hesitated when she saw him. What's more, he is the man's brother? !

  "I've met him once, when I was still with His Highness." Yang Liu said.

  Even though she had been away from him for such a long time, she still called him His Highness. Jia Lu angrily spread Yang Liu's legs apart and inserted his fingers straight into her vagina.

  "Jia Lu!" Yang Liu called out coquettishly, "What are you doing? You're hurting me."

  "Don't mention that man when you're with me. You can do whatever you want at other times." Jia Lu lowered his head and bit Yang Liu's shoulder.

  Yang Liu hit the man hard. She knew he must be jealous. What does this bastard know? "What are you thinking about? I'm talking about business!" Yang Liu escaped from his fingers, but her legs were already wet.

  Seeing that she ran away, Jia Lu became even angrier. He stood up, grabbed Yang Liu and pushed her to the carpet. He pulled off Yang Liu's clothes that could not cover her body, "What's wrong? You shed so much blood after seeing your old lover's brother?" He unbuttoned his pants, revealing his thick thing.

  "What are you thinking about? I'm wondering why he came here. The people from the Pope's Hall specifically asked me to serve him. What are they thinking? Are they going to do anything bad to Your Highness?" The more Yang Liu explained, the more confused he became. Jia Lu frowned and stuffed his penis into the woman's vagina.

  "You said you didn't miss him." Jia Lu shouted angrily, "I told you not to think about him when you are with me! You can do whatever you want at other times!"

  "What do you think of me!" Yang Liu was angry and pushed Jia Lu away, then slapped him, "I gave you everything, what do you think of me!" She was a little angry, angry at the man's suspicion. She knew that she had never promised him, let alone revealed her feelings for him, but she had already told him with practical actions that she was his woman, she had let him fuck her so many times, and he had sought so much pleasure in her body, why didn't he understand? !

  Jia Lu sat on the ground dejectedly. He shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, Yang Liu, I'm sorry..."

  "I came here for a mission..." Yang Liu hugged the man distressedly. She pulled him up and went back to the bed together. "I can't go against my mission." She looked up and saw the cautious flattery on the man's face, the jealousy he tried to hide, and the expression of pretending to be indifferent. "Jia Lu, have some confidence in yourself, okay?" She took the man's hand, put it on her chest, and moved it down all the way, across her flat belly, through the neatly built forest, to the flower hole dripping with love juice, and then the anus behind. "These places are already yours, are you still not satisfied?"

  They had made love so crazily in every place in this mansion. She was even obsessed with his bondage and let him use those pirates' best tricks to wreak havoc on her. She was extremely embarrassed, but she screamed lewdly because of that game. He was a very good sex partner and he knew how to arouse desire in her. "We've done so much together, what are you still worried about?" Yang Liu hugged Jia Lu and said softly.

  "Your heart," Jalu sighed, "that's what I want most."

  Yang Liu was surprised. She saw the dejection on Jia Lu's face. "It's been yours for a long time. Don't you know?"

  However, the man shook his head and smiled bitterly, "Yang Liu, if Cesare stood in front of you, you would follow him without hesitation." He hugged Yang Liu bitterly, "My girl, you will follow him sooner or later..."

  "I can't..." Yang Liu said in a low voice, but her tone was so vague that even she herself lacked confidence.

  "I told you that you can have him in your heart, but when you are with me, you don't have to think about him, okay?" Jia Lu begged her as if he had put aside all his self-esteem.

  Yang Liu nodded. She stretched out her arms and hugged the man.

  Will she have another chance to see Cesare? Yang Liu didn't know. At this moment, she just wanted to comfort this self-abased man.

  As for the rest... as she closed her eyes and accepted the other's kiss, she thought to herself that she couldn't care less.