Can I have a bite [Interstellar]

With the sound of "crashing, clattering", the cold water vortexed and washed down to the bottom.

A half-breed who had just entered the bathroom opened the door half-drunk and squinted at the human being washing his hands in the sink. His shoulder-length black hair hung his head down and he couldn't see clearly. He didn't know who it was. The blood servant brought by the blood clan to the trading hall, at first glance, looks like a bumpkin.

There was a rustling sound of water. When he pulled up his pants and came out, he went to the pool and rolled up his sleeves to wash his hands. He saw that the human being next to him was still washing his hands. He was washing his hands very carefully. Carefully, inch by inch, he suddenly looked at it for a while, and his whole body trembled.

There was the sound of hot air coming from the heater, and he heard a cold "excuse me" and subconsciously moved away, clinging to the sink, making way for four or five people to pass through, and waiting for the bathroom door to close , his tense nerves unknowingly relaxed, and he barely stood still by leaning on the sink. He was mostly sober from the wine, and shook his head.

"Damn it! Damn it!" The chill from the soles of his feet just now scared him to death. He cursed and walked back to the position just now, and opened the zipper. "I'm so scared to pee, hell!"

The shock brought by the last item in the trading hall today has obviously not dissipated. Many blood clans who are drinking wine on the stage are still talking about the blood clan on the 18th floor. This will get a baby. It's time to enjoy it, just thinking about that face is enough to get extremely excited.

The transaction is over, and now the ball in the hall is much more active than the elegant waltz before the transaction. Wearing a half-shaped mask, you can't see the face clearly, which adds an extra sense of mystery. The strange bloods dance close to each other, and the carnival is endless. The glass bottle in the center of the dance floor was also dyed in an intoxicating color.

In such an atmosphere, except for the drunk blood race, the other blood races have noticed that there have been a lot of blood races with stern faces in the hall since the beginning, and they don't seem to be here for entertainment. They don't seem to be here to dance. Instead, search for something on the dance floor.

Some blood races put down the wine glasses in their hands, or dragged their dance partners to the carnival, but they kept paying attention to the movement on the dance floor from the corners of their eyes.

Eighty percent of the blood races in the trading hall are nobles. Obviously, these sudden increase of blood races don't want to spoil the interest of the nobles. Who knows what kind of noble status they have under this half-shaped mask.

"I'm here, don't worry about them"

Hearing these words, Berlin was dancing with a potbellied vampire in the center of the dance floor. He was wearing a half-shaped mask with black corners, and his light blue eyes were moist and transparent under the dazzling light at the moment. The dress is too ordinary to attract attention on the dance floor, but the flexible and flexible body shuttles swiftly on the dance floor like a noble and beautiful cat.

The hand on his waist was sliding down step by step. Berlin took a step back with his left foot, turned around and avoided, and formed a pair with another blood race. The partner in front of me danced.

It's two o'clock in the morning, and Berlin is calculating the time and walking on the dance floor. Although humans will also appear in the trading hall, their identities are basically blood servants or pets who came with the vampires. Now...he took advantage of the The vampires danced close to each other and observed the increased vampires around them.

Knowing nothing about dancing, he looks out of place on the dance floor, and there are only two possibilities: someone from the army or a council of elders.

What happened on the 18th floor has been exposed, and it is necessary to leave Xingdu in the shortest possible time.

When the music reached its climax, his footsteps moved slightly, and he was submerged on the dance floor, but in the next moment his wrists were clenched tightly, the force seemed to lock him, making his calm head blank for a moment of suffocation.

The vampire who was dancing with him was holding his wrist tightly, and then wrapped his arms around his waist and slammed him into his arms.

The two stiff bodies moved closer and collided, and he clearly heard pleasant laughter amidst the loud music.

The lights were dazzling, he raised his head, and looked at the blood race close at hand. His long silver hair was slightly curved, and a strand of untied silver hair was hanging down his temples. At this moment, he was showing a cute tiger tooth. On the silver mask The gemstones are translucent, and all of them are luxurious and luxurious. The eyes under the mask are staring at him deeply, as if they want to push through layers of fog, looking for something, and there seems to be a faint smell in the nose...

Bloody smell

His indifferent eyes moved away, staring at the red crystal on the other's sword-shaped earrings, and after a dance step, he heard a sentence in his ear

"Well, the size is the same as the one you bought just now, heh, where else can you escape?"

Lorenzo stroked the slippery wrist in his hand, and smiled. The laughter seemed to come from his chest, and it had a dull taste. He was extremely happy now.

Burling paused for a moment, but did not immediately break free. After calming down for a while, he raised his other hand and put it on the shoulder in front of him.

If you don't look carefully, it seems to be two dancers who are intimate and ambiguous.

"...Oh, are you a beauty trick?" Lorenzo loosened his wrist, enjoying the embrace with peace of mind, every pore of his comfort was relaxed.

However, in the next moment, Berlin reached out and hugged his waist, and used the fulcrum on his waist to throw him on the dance floor in an over-the-shoulder posture, fast, hard, and clean.

It was overturned on the dance floor like a sack and made a loud "boom", which overwhelmed the dance music.

There was chaos on the dance floor, the vampires who couldn't figure out the situation, and the vampires of the Council of Elders who noticed that suspicious targets were rushing here.

In the chaos, Berlin has quietly disappeared.

Lorenzo, who was overturned on the ground, was stunned for a while. He didn't know what to recall on his astonished face. It wasn't until a vampire helped him stand up on the dance floor that his scarlet eyes returned to their usual pale, silvery color. His mask fell off with a "snap", revealing his deep and angular face.

This face is no stranger to the vampires who enter and exit Fort Sanguro in the three-star area. This is the pure-blood ancestor Lorenzo Botis, His Majesty the Prince of the planet.

After a burst of astonishment, the surrounding vampires all knelt on the ground on one knee, placing their left hand on the shoulder of their right, performing the highest surrender etiquette.

Prince Lorenzo Butisto?Being able to suppress the surrounding aura is undoubtedly a powerful force. It is indeed their prince. They are just wondering why he, who should be in Fort Sanguro in the [-]-star district, will move to the [-]-star district?

Of course, their doubts were only for a few seconds, because a more terrifying thing happened in front of them.

Less than 30 seconds after the mask fell, as His Majesty stood up, at the same time, a few seconds behind the mask, the expensive black trousers of the same color as the black headband on his silver hair slid down.

A crowd of blood "!!!"

Lorenzo "..."

There was silence on the dance floor.

All the vampires immediately bowed their heads spontaneously.

They... saw nothing, saw nothing...

"Meow~" A black cat's meow broke the silence, a little black cat jumped nimbly from the top of the glass bottle on the dance floor to the center of the dance floor, he licked his paws, inspected a group of blood clans kneeling one after another, and shook his head Shaking his beard, striding forward, raising his head upwards, he stared at his master's posture in puzzlement with rounded eyes.

"Chaowa"

Lorenzo lifted his pants calmly, buttoned them up again, and beckoned the black cat, who had been away from home for a few days, to come over.

"Where have you been these few days? You've been covered in wild game. Do you know if you're hungry when you come back?" His tone was casual, as if he was really talking to the black cat.

The little black cat made a "meow", which was completely different from the coquettish sound just now. Many blood races in the hall lowered their heads, and they didn't stand up until His Majesty the Prince disappeared from the hall with his black cat. There was no longer the embarrassment of seeing His Majesty the Prince drop his pants just now, but his expression was not good.

Prince Lorenzo Butisto has a black cat named Chaova - a black cat that sucks blood

Immediately, a bigger news made them sigh. The lieutenant general of the second army was assassinated on the 18th floor of Xingdu.

In the flowerbed in the square in front of Xingdumen, Lorenzo was looking for things sparsely, and Chaowa lay on his shoulder, licking his paws.

"I found it." He picked up a black shoulder-length wig in the flowerbed. In the dark night, he smiled and said to himself, "Oh, a wig."

Chaowa shook his beard, raised his paws and carefully grabbed the wig, then seemed to like it very much, rubbed a few strands of wig, and then rubbed against the owner, "Meow~"

***

Berlin wrapped his neck with a thick gray scarf, and saw a fat figure in the black alley without accident.

He seemed to have been waiting here anxiously for a long time, and there were embers of cigarette butts under his feet.

"You..." Roman saw that the person who had been waiting for a long time appeared, but he only said one word, until the cigarette in his hand burned his fingers, "hissed" and threw the cigarette on the ground and stomped it out. He seemed to swallow it All he wanted to say was "I've been waiting for you here" This alley from Xingdu is the safest and most secretive place.

Berlin walked past him expressionlessly, and Roman was very irritable, "I don't care who you are or what you are doing, stop it." From here, the magnificent gold-selling cave seems to be more dazzling than usual, It made him even more irritable and frightened at the moment.

"It has nothing to do with you." Berlin stopped for a moment, without turning around, his voice was cold, "If this is the last one, I will stop."

His words made Roman startled, "You said if... what do you mean?"

... You, you are... He, I didn't kill him, I didn't kill him.

The scene echoed in his mind like a pendulum, Berlin closed his eyes and opened them again, the eyes were colder than before, as if covered with a layer of frost.

"I will never patronize your business again"

The dead souls can't rest in peace, without the murderer's sacrifice, how can he stop.

His throat seemed to be choked and he couldn't breathe. Roman looked at the body that disappeared in the alley, as if haunted by a ghost of revenge. He raised his fingers and rubbed his cold face, and exhaled heavily. in one breath.

…Gal Carrawi, is this the avenger you sent, or did you return from hell and pick up the scythe of vengeance yourself when you fought with Panelo Star Wars.In the end what happened……

***

In the middle of the night, Arnold yawned from the bed in a daze to go to the public bathroom outside. When he got out of bed, he tripped over the quilt that was kicked out of the bed by his roommate who was sleeping on the lower bunk bed, and hit the iron bathing frame next to the bed with his hand. superior.

"Ah..." Arnold, who was still in a daze, woke up from the pain. Because of this noise, the dormitory was awakened and muttered a few words, and Arnold opened the door lightly and went out.

As soon as he arrived at the door, he rubbed the already sore and numb place, "It's really unlucky"

"What about the second idiot?"

In the dark night, the sudden voice behind Arnold broke out into a cold sweat. He turned his head suddenly, and the raised hairs fell down one after another. A few days, where have you been? I thought you were gone." He twittered in a long-winded manner, and it took him a long time to get to the point. "Well, Berlin, I'm sorry, your cat is lost...how can I I can't find it." He lowered his head and began to admit his mistake. He had searched all the places he could look for, but he couldn't find it.

"...I lost it, forget it, I don't know how long I can keep it." He really likes that little thing, it's a pity to lose it, but...it's okay to lose it.

There was no trace of warmth on his face, Arnold looked up at him, it seemed that in the past few days he had not seen him, he was cold and silent.

Under the moonlight at this time, Arnold could clearly see the thin layer of sweat rising from his forehead, and he called out "Berlin" in a low voice.

"Arnold, live strong and practice well in the military academy."

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Volume II Military Academy