[Quick Transmigration] Tragedy protagonist every day

Any status as a superior is a bondage to the traveler. From this perspective, Mo Yu and Wamir are actually a kind of people, trying to find their own roles in the ever-changing environment.

Adhering to the style of vampires advocating luxury, the construction of the castle is quite rich and exquisite, but what satisfies Mo Yu most is the uniqueness of it. The basement is the most simple and solid place in the whole building, surrounded by ancient barriers, making it a An isolated existence, the silent ice coffin is placed in the center, and the wide field makes it look more like a sanctuary.

In Mo Yu's view, this kind of place is simply a blessing - a natural training ground.

On the way Martha took Wamir to the basement, the boy had been carefully watching the movements of the spirit guard, but it was obvious that Martha did not deliberately hide the joints. She generously showed him the secret door behind the mechanism, and the long Stairs and ancient protective wards.Such an unguarded action made it easy for Wamir to guess that she had been signaled by someone.

Stopping in front of a tall door, Martha turned sideways.The boy pushed open the door bluntly.

cold!

This is an ice room.

As soon as Wamir stepped in, the door behind him was slammed shut by Martha, and the boy turned his head subconsciously.He knew now why Martha wanted him to advance.

Looking at this strange room, quite a wide field, no lights, no windows, only a closed door behind him.But apart from the cold, it didn't cause him any discomfort.The ceiling of the basement is very high, there are no extra decorations, and a non-fancy ice coffin is fixed in the center, making the already spacious place even more lonely.

Now is not the season for freezing. Thinking of the barriers along the way, Wamir has already guessed where it is.

The basement of the old castle is the cemetery where the blood prince has slept peacefully for nearly two centuries - a sanctuary guarded by only one spirit guard.

Wamir looked at the ice coffin in the center, his eyes were dim, why?why did you bring me here...

"Spacious, sturdy, very suitable for training." The man's voice came from the side calmly, even with a bit of satisfaction...but it made the boy's neck feel cold from fright.

--Why?I can't feel him!

Different from Martha's sudden appearance, Mo Yu's existence is obviously oppressed by the superior.

——This feeling again... humiliation, admiration, trembling deep in the blood!

Mo Yu looked at Wamir's body that became stiff in an instant, and sighed unnaturally.Is it too tight lately?Make the main character so afraid of him. "Look at me," the Prince ordered.

Wamir turned his head silently, and then he saw his upside-down shadow in the prince's calm black pupils, and there was no particular reason, just a sore nose - finally saw you.

Mo Yu didn't care about the throbbing in the young man's eyes, what he cared about was the degree of recovery of the mutated body.And the verification method is quite simple and crude.

The prince's first palm slammed down with the sound of wind.

The long-term battle gave Wamir the instinctive habit of defending against the enemy. Before the brain reacted, the body had already evaded.Agile, quick, without a trace of sloppy.

Mo Yu's eyes lit up, and she thought to herself, she deserves to be the protagonist recognized by the plane. "Not bad." The tone was still cold.

Wamir has also realized that the prince was just a simple test, and immediately stopped his action, not knowing what it was like for a while.

"Go get your stuff, it's on the ice coffin."

It was a sword with a silver hilt of platinum, a slender body, and French engraved inside.Wamir had a dreamlike feeling, it was his sword!

He has been with him for countless days and nights. He is his brother who was born and died, and he has relied on him for all the past days.Shouldn't it be destroyed in the Holy See?

"Why, you still want to come back?" It was like a stone was thrown in the dead lake, and the endless ripples broke the self-righteous calm.Valmir reached for the sword, and then, he felt a searing pain, the platinum on the hilt glowing.

Yes, how could a paladin's sword be held in the hands of a vampire?Wamir smiled self-deprecatingly, his injured palm silently proclaimed the established fact that he could not go back long ago.

"Close your eyes." The calm voice carried irresistible force. "Stretch your hand over here."

Wamir closed his eyelids without hesitation. In just a few short meetings, he has learned to be unconditionally obedient to men.

The prince's long bony hand rested on Wamir's wounded palm.

Then there was Mo Yu's slow and deep voice, "Vamir, do you know why Yin hurt you?"

The boy paused, but still replied, "Because I am a vampire." He intentionally avoided the word vampire.

"That's not true." The Prince's calm voice carried a soothing power, "Silver is a metal used to heal, bandage wounds, and prevent diseases. It shouldn't hurt you...it's just a self-proclaimed, temporary resistance That's all."

The boy's eyelashes trembled slightly, and the vampire's healing speed was very fast. Accompanied by Mo Yu's words, there was an illusion of being healed.

"The vampires don't need healing, so the silverware is useless, that's why they hurt you. Vamir..." The demon's voice was deceptive, "Go and become stronger, so strong that they can't hurt you ’” Strong enough to ignore the wrath of the worthless.

The boy opened his eyes, a strange light flashed in the blue eyes, power?He yearns for and chases the power all the time, and perfectly controls the power of his own life.

Mo Yu looked at the young man who suddenly opened his eyes, and smiled lightly, "Do you know what strength is like? Swords are just tools, but strength is an innate part of you. All the exercises you can think of are just Stimulating it, it will not intensify, it will not disappear, they are in your blood, I want you to find them...they are your fate."

"Have you found your destiny?" The young man's clear eyes.

"...Not yet." The prince's dark eyes reflected Wamir's frail figure.

Then he added slowly, "But it should be soon..."