Rise in the glory of the king system

Chapter 765 Ground Chapter 764 Red

The blood was red, the sheets were white, and the ward was dark.

The "tick tick" mechanical bell tells the passage of time.

"Crack-"

The door was gently pushed open, and an elongated figure slanted outside the corridor.

Van Helsing had just woken up, his slender eyelashes trembling slightly, and the dazzling incandescent light shining directly between the figure and the door made his eyes feel uncomfortable and painful.

He opened his mouth, wanting someone to close the door, but found that his dry throat could not utter a single syllable.

My whole body was inexplicably aching like falling apart, but I didn't want to continue to endure the pain of being tortured by the dazzling lights.

After pondering for a long time and seeing that the figure outside the door did not intend to leave, Fan Helsing thought that the door might not be closed tightly and was blown open by the wind.He had no choice but to lift off the quilt covering his body, and struggled to get up to close the door.

When the slender fingers were still a step away from the door, the door was suddenly opened and he was startled unexpectedly, his center of gravity was unstable, and he fell to the ground.

"Wake up." The voice of the Holy See's special envoy who hunted countless blood races came from above his head.

Fan Helsing lowered his head and didn't answer, the fingers hanging on the sides of his legs curled up silently and squeezed together hard.

"What? Dare you ignore me?" Seeing Fan Helsing's silence that responded to him, although the tone was joking, the envoy's handsome face, which was still youthful, sank unknowingly.

"..." Faintly sensing the danger in Li's tone, Fan Helsing raised his eyelids in a panic, and parted his dry, thin lips, but his throat, which hadn't dripped for a long time, was so dry that he couldn't utter a single syllable.

Through those blue eyes as clear as lake water, there was a wave of fear. Even if Van Helsing did not answer his question, the envoy smiled proudly because he was afraid of himself.

His off-white long hair is tied high into a neat high ponytail, and he is wearing the uniform red and white uniform of the Holy See. However, as an alpha, he has outstanding achievements in the past few years. The cloth is much more precious than other envoys.The whole person exudes a youthful spirit.He smiled cheerfully, like the sunshine in the early morning, like the spring breeze in the rainy season.

But the reality reminded Fan Helsing that it was a snake letter from a poisonous snake.

Suddenly, like a tide, all the previous tortures by the special envoy in front of him were playing in his mind like a revolving lantern that could not be turned off again and again.Van Helsing's body trembled, his blue pupils narrowed a bit, and he shrank back.He looked away from the envoy in panic, lowered his eyelids and looked at the white floor.

Seeing the white-haired man at his feet looking like a frightened little beast, the special envoy sneered, nodded and lowered his eyebrows and looked at him for a long while as if looking at a toy, then squatted down and looked at Van Helsing at the same level.

"I take it you haven't forgotten, right? I told you, everything about you, including your life, is mine."

The slender fingers covered with thin calluses that had been holding the spear for a long time stroked the fragile white neck and pulled the short silver hair on the back of the head. The special envoy held Van Helsing's head from behind, as ambiguously as if they were lovers.

Forced to tilt his head up, Van Helsing's throat was so dry that he couldn't utter a single syllable. He opened his mouth and wanted to make a sound, but what he got was a pain like a knife being stuck in his throat, causing thin water vapor to fog up his eyes. He looked helplessly at the envoy's kind and cold black eyes.

"Do you hear clearly?" Thinking that Fan Helsing was being stubborn, the special envoy pulled the soft silver thread in his hand again.

Scalp ached, his head was imprisoned, and he couldn't make a sound. Fan Helsing couldn't do much except look pitifully at the envoy with a pair of sparkling eyes.

"It seems that the lesson for you is not enough."

The special envoy's dark eyes dimmed, he let go of Fan Helsing's hair, pinched his pale wrist, and pulled Fan Helsing into the bathroom not far from the hospital bed.

Remembering that the reason why I came to the hospital was thanks to the special envoy, fear spread from the bottom of my heart to my whole body.

What is he going to do to himself...

Pushed by a huge force, he knelt on the slippery ground, and his weak body hit the edge of the shiny white toilet.There was a piercing pain in the knee and the place where it was hit. Van Helsing frowned a pair of beautiful eyebrows, almost bursting into tears.

"It hurts?" The special envoy saw every move of his exquisite facial features, raised the corners of his mouth and sneered, leaned over and pressed Fan Helsing's head into the flooded toilet with his hands.

Caught off guard, water rushed into his nasal cavity. The fear and helplessness caused by the lack of oxygen left Van Helsing with only the word "oxygen" in his mind.

Oxygen...give me oxygen...please...

His slender fingers tightly grasped the edge of the toilet, his knuckles gradually turned white, he struggled convulsively, and the special envoy pushed his head down hard again.

Without thinking, Van Helsing opened his mouth just to take a breath of oxygen into his lungs that were about to explode, but when he opened his mouth, water poured into his mouth.

"Still resisting?"

In the end, when he unwillingly felt that he was about to pass away, the special envoy pulled his wet silver hair and pulled the wet head out of the toilet.

oxygen?

The pungent trachea stimulated by the water made Van Helsing cough violently while clutching his front.Although this was not the first time it had happened, Van Helsing's fear had never diminished every time the envoy treated him like this.

What he is most afraid of is lack of oxygen and cold.

When the special envoy discovered these two fatal weaknesses of his, one of them saw that he was unhappy, so he used this method to torture him.

"Do you still dare to run away from me again?" The special envoy pinched Van Helsing's thin chin with his strong fingers, forcing him to raise his head and look directly at himself.

The fingers holding the front of the front turned pale again, and he shook his head.

Hate his cowardly look.

"You still say you don't dare." The special envoy narrowed his cold eyes and sneered, pinched his other wrist and raised it in front of him.

There was a man-made deep knife wound on the wrist, but it had been stitched up with red thread.

This guy actually wanted to use death to escape himself.The envoy remembered the pale man cutting the arteries in his wrist with a sharp blade in front of the statue of the Virgin Mary in the church, and anger rushed into his heart.

"I... didn't." After the torture just now, the water in his throat seemed to be a little moister. Van Helsing opened his mouth, his voice was a little hoarse.

"Lie." The wound was pressed hard.

"Hiss..." Fan Helsing gasped in pain, trying to withdraw his grasped hand.

"Does it hurt you?"

The wrist was deliberately grasped again, and the fingers probably rubbed against the wound on purpose.

"No." Enduring the pain, Fan Helsing shook his head.

What's so stubborn about it?Just for that humble dignity?
The special envoy gave Van Helsing a cold look, let him go, and raised his jaw: "Take off your clothes."

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Van Helsing, who had just breathed a sigh of relief and thought that the special envoy's torture would be over for today, looked up at the special envoy in shock.

"You're dirty." The envoy pointed to the toilet beside him.

Heh... Fan Helsing sneered secretly, it's not thanks to you...

"Take off." It was like an order that could not be refused.

Oh, and every word he says to himself is an order.

But if he disobeyed him, he would torture himself again.

It's better to suffer less...at least the head doesn't have to be pressed in the toilet again.

Thinking of this, Van Helsing's trembling fingers unbuttoned his clothes.

When the envoy saw Van Helsing for the first time, it was early in the morning when Van Helsing was praying in front of the statue.

The first time I saw his special envoy, I felt very old-fashioned that Van Helsing was different from others.His hair is as white as fresh snow, and although his eyes are as blue as lakes like some children, there is always something more in those eyes than ordinary people.

The special envoy has been gifted since he was a child and is much better than the children around him.Of course, what is superior to them is their own ancient bloodline.

He is among the best in terms of strength and IQ among his peers, so many children are willing to be friends with him, curry favor with him, and curry favor with him.

He has seen this kind of face a lot since he was sensible.

Disgusting, disgusting.

He despised those friends who posted upside down.

Hypocrisy, disgusting.

There is no need to flatter friends, no need for false friendship.

Why do they all like to trample on their dignity like ants?Every time he thinks about this problem, he will look at the people around him with the same eyes as he looks at garbage.

Maybe he is an arrogant child in the eyes of others, but so what?He has that capital.

Van Helsing was a quiet and well-behaved boy, at least he was in front of the priest.He had been with the priest ever since he was sent to Castel San Leon.

"Remember, don't expose yourself, don't be discovered by others"

That's what the priest told him when he first came here.

The man had white hair of the same color as his own, but the difference was that his hair was curly over his shoulders.

"Why?" He raised his head, and his ignorant blue eyes looked at the kind-hearted priest.

"If found out, you will..."

"It's very dangerous." Seeing the priest's gaze dodge for a moment through the lens inlaid with gold, the priest paused, then reached out and stroked his hair and replied.

"Stay by my side, God will protect you."

He nodded thoughtfully.

【What the priest said is correct and always will be. 】

He believed in this sentence from the time his mother sent him to Fort St. Leon.

Over time, it became deeply ingrained, and he considered every word the priest said to him as faithful advice.

That one was a boy of thirteen or fourteen, with a high ponytail, deep eyes, a high nose and thin lips, and a childish face full of arrogance.He wears high-end robes in red and white. Judging from his appearance, he is probably the young master of that noble family, right?

"Are you?" Except for the priest and himself, few people appeared in the church at this time.

"Who are you?" A flash of surprise flashed in the young man's eyes. He did not answer Van Helsing's question, but asked him in return.

"I haven't seen you before." The boy added.

Coincidentally, so do I.

Van Helsing twitched the corner of his mouth, but didn't say anything.

"I'm here to clean the church today." The boy shook the broom he hadn't noticed just now.

"Oh."

I guess you were punished for something bad?Van Helsing glanced at the boy indifferently. The church was always clean and there was no need to clean it. In fact, if he came here with a broom and did nothing for a while, he could lie and say he cleaned the church.

Judging by the young man's clothes, he can probably guess the status of his family. It is probably because he made a mistake and no one would dare to punish him severely.

"Very few people come to the church at this time." The boy said again, pointing his finger at the gray sky outside the window frame, a flock of black crows fluttered past with their plump wings.

"I'm here to pray." Van Helsing followed the boy's finger and glanced out the window, and replied.

As soon as he finished speaking, the young man burst out laughing, as if hearing a particularly funny joke, shaking his shoulders and laughing until tears came out.

Van Helsing was a little displeased. He thought that what the young man was doing now was disrespecting himself and what he believed in.

"You believe this? Oh, I mean, you actually believe that such a thing exists?"

The boy who had had enough laughing wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, grabbed the Bible in his hand and casually flipped through it.

"This kind of stuff is all fake." The young man held the hard leather cover of the Bible as if he was getting a toy. "I never believed in God. Everything that human beings get is created by human hands. God only It's just a god that someone got bored and imagined. Of course, this god is useless, only a fool would believe in such a thing."

"Tsk..."

It's not a good feeling to have one's beliefs belittled like ants.

Van Helsing felt that the boy in front of him was a person who didn't know how to respect others.

It's unlucky to meet such a bad person early in the morning.

"Give me back, Bible."

Van Helsing stood up sullenly, reaching out to snatch the Bible back.

"Ok?"

The boy took a step back in anticipation, and Van Helsing was caught off guard.

"You..." Gritting his teeth and glaring at the boy, Fan Helsing felt that the boy in front of him was the worst person in the world.

"How?" The young man looked at him proudly, and raised the Bible in his hand, "Let's play a game, if you can get it, I'll give it back to you..."

Van Helsing knew that there were still conditions ahead.

As if he had found some interesting toy, the boy licked his thin lips with his scarlet tongue like a devil preparing to eat: "If you can't grab it, you will be my slave for seven days, how about it?"

"It's very unfair to me." Van Helsing looked at the boy coldly.

"But your Bible is in my hands. As long as you want it, I have the capital to ask any unfair conditions." The boy had expected him to say this, and raised the Bible in his hand.

"With such a dull thing in my hands, I'm not sure I'll throw it down the well."

"Give it back to me." Fearing that the boy would really do this, Van Helsing rushed forward to snatch the Bible back from him.

"Oh? Are you acquiescing?" The boy raised the corner of his mouth, raised his hand holding the Bible above his head.

Van Helsing ignored him, fixed his eyes on the small brown hardcover book, and stretched out his arms to grab the Bible in his hand.

Seeing that the Bible was still some distance away from his fingertips, Van Helsing could not help but tiptoe to close the gap between his fingertips and the Bible.

Suddenly, a faint fragrance lingered on the tip of the boy's nose, and he realized that the fragrance was emanating from Fan Helsing's body. The boy lowered his head and looked at Fan Helsing, who was a head shorter than himself, his blue eyes were tight. Staring at the Bible in his hand, it seems that he couldn't reach it, and there seemed to be a trace of annoyance between his brows, which looked extremely cute.

"Hey, what's your name?"

The boy asked with the corner of his mouth admiring his expression.

"I don't want to tell you." Van Helsing didn't even look at him, he was concentrating on how to get the Bible out of this vile man's hands.

The smile in the boy's eyes grew wider: "If you don't tell me, I will have a chance to know in the future."

"Introduce yourself, I...you can call me a tautology."

"Oh, what a poor self-introduction." Fan Helsing gave the boy a contemptuous look.

"Ha, that's better than some people who can't introduce themselves." The boy replied jokingly.

Van Helsing rolled his eyes at the young man, thinking that this kind of person is so bad that there is no cure.

It seems to be a little different from others... The young man stared at Fan Helsing's delicate side face, he was different from other children, he didn't look at him with such flattering and disgusting eyes.

It was that faint fragrance again... The young man approached Fan Helsing and sniffed it. He suddenly realized that he seemed a little obsessed with this smell...

Unknowingly, her hand penetrated into the white shirt and put it on Fan Helsing's waist.

Tsk, the waist is so soft, the boy narrowed his beautiful eyes.He even doubted whether the boy was male or not.

"You?" Suddenly feeling that his body was touched by a cold foreign object, Fan Helsing trembled and looked at him puzzled.

The boy sneered, moved his hand to the navel of Fan Helsing's abdomen, and gently scratched it with his slender fingers, "You smell so good."

"Take it away." Van Helsing wanted to slap his hand away in disgust.

"What will happen to you if I don't take it away?"

The boy raised his eyebrows.

It's disgusting... Fan Helsing stared at the boy's sly black eyes. In terms of body size, it seemed impossible for him to beat him... Obviously, there was nothing he could do.

"Vicious dog." Van Helsing cursed unwillingly.

"Thank you for the compliment."

The boy hooked his mouth, lowered his raised hand, placed it on Fan Helsing's shoulder, and lowered his head to bite his fair and thin neck.

"Woo—you..." The deep red blood overflowed from the deep tooth marks, Fan Helsing painfully pushed the boy away, clutching his injured neck and staring at him vigilantly.

"All vicious dogs can bite people." The boy wiped the blood on his lips with his thumb, then stretched out his tongue to lick the blood off his thumb, with an evil and wild look.

Hey... Van Helsing snorted coldly in disdain, his eyes suddenly turned to the Bible that the boy had put down, tears flashed cunningly, and regardless of the pain on his neck, he quickly snatched the Bible from the boy's hand while he was not paying attention. Bible.

He only felt a wind with a sweet smell passing by his ears, the young man was startled, his hands were already empty.

Careless... The young man looked at the proud Fan Helsing with a look of unwillingness.

But his speed was really fast enough, so fast that he didn't even notice it.

The teenager couldn't help but sigh.

"I won." Van Helsing imitated the boy just now, raised the Bible in his hand, and laughed triumphantly, like a little beast that snatched spoils from a competitor.

This smile erodes people's hearts...

The first time I saw such a beautiful smile...

The young man was stunned for a moment looking at his smiling face, but he quickly came back to his senses and pretended not to care: "So what, I'm not at a loss anyway."

"Whatever you think, the game is over and I'm leaving."

Watching the white figure go further and further until it completely disappeared from the young man's sight.The young man laughed secretly, recalling the aroma just now and the sweet blood gushing out of his white neck.

Be sure... to take him for yourself!
In the early morning, the emerald green bird stood on the white eaves of the church and twittered, and the ancient bell rang to the sleepy town under the gray sky.The ship approaching the coast made a loud "whoosh" sound, and the thick black smoke gradually dissipated in the thin mist.All of this declares that today is another good day.

The door of the church was wide open, and the young priest wearing a tall hat and wearing a red and white uniform lifted his tall nose with gold-rimmed eye frames, closed the hard-covered Bible in his hand, and silently recited today's prayers. word.

"Hi, priest." A slender finger tapped on the big red carved door, and a man with a high ponytail walked gently to the priest, quietly waiting for the priest to finish his prayer, and then said carefully ——

"Can I ask you something very important to me?"

This is the 13th time that special envoy No. quietly ran to the priest and asked to be assigned to a group with Van Helsing every time he did a task.

"I'm very sorry, that kid always likes to do tasks alone. But you can ask him if he would like to have a partner." The young priest was not bored, but told him again with a helpless expression that he Also powerless.

"But the person he trusts the most is you, the priest. You just need to tell him that it was assigned by the temple, isn't that all right?" As usual, the special envoy repeated that sentence tirelessly.

Ask him himself?Don't be kidding, that arrogant guy will definitely give himself a big roll of his eyes, then sneer with disdain and leave coolly.

"This..." The priest's expression was a bit complicated, although he was not particularly willing to let Van Helsing get too close to this special envoy.However, due to the high power and reputation of the special envoy's family, he did not dare to offend the special envoy.

"Father, please... You see, we are both blood hunters with the highest strength in the organization. Wouldn't it be better to have the two strongest blood hunters as partners?" The special envoy looked at the priest with a begging look .After all, he was still a big boy who had just grown up, and his handsome face was still full of childishness. His pitiful look made the priest's heart soften.

This was an excellent reason that he thought about for several days. He believed that the priest would never reject him politely this time.

The priest sighed and rubbed his brows tiredly: "Let's do this. I'll ask the temple for you. If he agrees, you will be assigned to the same group for the next mission."

"That's great! Thank you so much!" There was a flash of slyness and complacency in the eyes that the priest didn't notice. The special envoy clasped his hands happily, bowed ninety degrees to the priest, and hummed a ditty Son left the church.

Looking at the envoy's back, the priest sighed helplessly.

(End of this chapter)