The young man paused for a moment, but instead of retracting his hand, he touched it casually, then stood up and smiled at the witch at the other end of the atrium.
"Anya."
The other party teleported in front of him almost in the next second, his blue eyes swept across the dusty spherical object on the ground, and the demonic energy that hit him was so thick that it was about to turn into substance. Of course Anya recognized what it was. The entire Vatican was an indelible shadow of his youth. The old pope used this magic tool with lingering purifying power to dispel his resentment and anger in the end. For him at that time, hatred was the only source of power. His memory was shattered in the atrium and he was forced to leave countless fragments. Now this magic tool is no different from a piece of waste stone. The elegant young man did not speak, but just waited quietly for him to finish reading. Anya knew that the blood pattern contract would have a certain impact on both parties of the curse, but Elliot was unlikely to see his memory unless their compatibility was very, very high, but this situation was extremely rare in history.
"The King of the Federation is also in the Vatican. I used some tricks to get rid of him, but he was able to react quickly." Anya retracted her gaze from the magic tool: "Where is Mammy?"
"The nun is a mermaid in disguise. I left it in the corridor. It said that the Siren wanted to see me. Since you are here, why don't we follow its instructions and meet the Siren?" Elliot smiled and said, "Otherwise, it will be very troublesome if it remains unclear."
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