[Quick Transmigration] Tragedy protagonist every day

It was a summer day when Willita’s own sister, Charlier, got married. The heavy and gorgeous wedding gown covered the girl’s already petite and lovely body. Looking back silently in the carriage, the girl's eyes were shining like malachite. Amid the blessings of the crowd, she quietly glanced at Verita at the side, and then regained the dignity that a noble lady should have.

And this secretive and careful action did not escape Velita's eyes, he was too aware of his sister's thoughts, Xia Lier's look was not at him, she was looking for another young girl through him. The figure of the vampire, thinking of this, the smile on Willita's lips couldn't help fading.

***

The castles of the blood clan are similar, and they are all beautiful in luxury and exquisiteness. After the wedding, when Willieta went upstairs alone, he couldn't help but look at the paintings on the corridor. The light came in and landed on the smiling face of the portrait, which was Xia Lier's delicate and youthful face.

Verita sighed in her heart. Today's wedding, the guests all said that it was a political marriage between the thousand-eyed Visch family and the Ulysses family of the pharmacy family, but they didn't know that the real situation was just a girl in the wedding ceremony. A clichéd story about being taken advantage of by another foolish boy in an increasingly tired love.

Thinking of the person who made her younger sister lose her mind, Willita inevitably fell into deep thought again. It is not uncommon for things that you can’t ask for in this world, but if they all happen to you, you will inevitably feel pity.

***

Putting his hand on the delicate doorknob, the moment Velita opened the door, a burst of familiar blood rushed into his nostrils unexpectedly, Velita's pupils moved slightly, it was Vamir!

In the room, the blond-haired vampire slowly raised one hand, and approached little by little the fine sunlight that fell from the gap in the curtains. The young man's hands were extremely delicate and beautiful, with slender fingers, distinct joints, and a luster like white jade. , in that small movement, it almost merged with the light...

Willita stepped forward quickly, grabbed the curtain and pulled it "swish", and the thin line of light was completely isolated in an instant.

"Don't die?" Willita said coldly.

In this world, many people are praising Willita's talent and glory as a pharmacist, but in fact, the genius of the Ulysses family feels in his heart that he is the personal physician of some vampire. After being injured, she still wanted to bask in the sun, and Willita's complexion turned colder.

Vilita raised his hand to pull away the black cloak for Wamir, and the youth's dazzling blond hair was instantly exposed in front of the visitors.Velita narrowed his eyes imperceptibly, and saw a large mess of blood soaked on Wamir's back shirt.

The pharmacist stared at it for a while, remembering Wamir's action just now, and mocked with a pun, "You've been very sick since you came back!"

"...No," Vamir argued weakly, "I just want to look outside."

***

Undress, wash, apply medicine.

Velita's emerald green eyes looked at Wamir's pale and smooth body. The blood race has a strong recovery ability. Although the blood stains on Wamir's clothes looked horrifying, the muscles had almost healed a long time ago.

"You should go see Charlie." Verita said while lowering her head to clean Wamir's wound. After all, she has liked you for so long. Ulysses' voice was calm, but his mood was completely opposite.

There were many wounds on Wamir's body, from which it could be deduced that there was a quarrel with many enemies, but the heaviest wound was on the back, from the right shoulder to the left waist, the skin was ripped apart, and the bones were visible!

Velita felt a chill in his heart. In fact, it is reasonable that no one can hurt the back of the vampire Vamir. He is a warrior who has experienced the flames of war. He is a sword forged by the prince himself. He is a recognized ally of the Ulysses family. He may also be scarred, he may also be defeated...

But this kind of person will never be so stupid as to hand over his back to the enemy.

But there is one possibility except...

That is, the one who hurt him was the person he protected behind him!

Velita's eyes were dark. In fact, the Ulysses family's attitude towards Wamir back then was nothing more than a thug that the prince wanted. Shocked to the upper echelon of the blood clan.

If it weren't for the blood clan's rule that the mutant blood clan is not allowed to control the highest political power, then there might be one more king with a different surname, but even so, the achievements that Wamir has built along the way cannot be ignored. Let people get rid of that cautious mind.

Silently filtered a row of ranking lists in my mind, the rebellious own people, I don't know if it is a human aid group or a blood race's defection army, but anyway, the scope of this is a bit too big.

Velita put away the medicine bottle in her hand before raising her lips to ask the person on the opposite side. It was the unique questioning tone of the Ulysses family, with a frivolous smile, like fruit juice mixed with drugs.

"Who did it?" Willita asked.

Wamir stood up, and then there was the sound of getting dressed, and his cool lips tightened even more, as if he didn't want to answer this question.

Willita on the side said that he can fully understand that being killed by a comrade in arms he sacrificed his life to save would make everyone feel upset, but he still has to ask what should be asked, just change the way of asking.He and Wamir have been together for so long, and he has already figured out the other party's temperament. Now that the other party has just returned from training, he is injured all over his body, and it is not easy to break through the defense line in his heart.

But it was Wamir who spoke first, with a calm and serious voice, "Have you ever been betrayed?"

Was Velita, the blood noble who was favored by the family since childhood, ever betrayed?If the answer is no, then it is not appropriate to ask the victim seriously here.

But what even Verita didn't expect was that this totally out-of-the-ordinary question caused him to be breathless, and an extremely beautiful and elegant figure quietly rose from his memory, suppressing his heart. throbbing, he still maintains a confident and impeccable smile, and a relaxed teasing voice emerges from between his lips and teeth.

"Does it count as betraying yourself?"

***

The population of the Ulysses family is not prosperous. By the generation of Verita, only Xia Lier was left as a girl in the family. The elders who worried about the fate of the family began to enrich their power and population everywhere, and adopted adopted daughters. , the matter of recruiting family generals was even entrusted to the prince who had just woken up—Vamir came at that time.

Looking at the scars on Wamir's body, Velita felt grateful for the behavior of the older generation again in his heart. He thought that many, many years ago, his parents and grandparents built their family business in this way.

But after all, what's the use?Now that Xia Lier is married, her husband has countless eyeliners and extensive influence, but the headquarter is in the south, and he has no military power in his hands. In addition, the climate in the south is humid and rainy, so I don't know if Xia Lier can bear it.

The adoptive daughters adopted by the clan are all monks halfway through. They are fine in terms of appearance alone, but when it comes to their elegance and demeanor, they are simply not comparable to the famous ladies from aristocratic families.

But there are always exceptions.

Larila, with long gray hair, has a great appearance and an outstanding temperament. She is a rare and wonderful person.

"I remember her." Vamir's calm voice.

Of course you do, Willita thought, who wouldn't remember someone like that?

When he traveled with the army to the north and south, he also met many beauties, but they were never as dignified and elegant as that person, and later on, he actually moved his heart.

"I loved her." Velita's peaceful words fell into Wamir's ears like thunder!

It's not like, it's not caring, it's not any other words that can be re-understood with subtle thoughts, it's love, it's the heaviest feeling, it's the most unquestionable voice.

Wamir remained silent and did not speak. In his heart, Verita is a person who values ​​challenges and fun above all else. Even sex is rare, let alone love?

But he also clearly understood that Verita would not joke with him about this kind of thing, and then he heard the man's additional words of recollection.

"Lerilla's attitude is generous, but her temper is really cold. I suffered a lot back then." Verita's joking reminiscence caused Wamir to feel a little bit guilty.

The descendants of the Ulysses family are often judged as weak and intelligent, but in fact, there are two other characteristics that are more prominent and cannot be ignored, that is, their extremely beautiful appearance and extremely proud personality!

There is an incredible sense of loss in Velita's frankness now, and his perfect emerald green eyes, which seem to be made of lies, are also mixed with sincerity from the world.

"Then why do you...?" Wamir didn't finish the sentence, but the meaning was already there.

Vilita glanced at Wamir before lazily replying, "I've been flattering her for a long time. It's you who practice sword hard all day long, and you can't see anything else, but then it doesn't matter." Then, Ulysses lowered his head, and in a tone that couldn't be described as sad or open-minded, he recounted the past events that happened at the junction of spring and summer.

***

That was the most unwilling and desperate day for Wamir, because news came from the castle that the prince fell asleep again!

Under the impulse of determination, he even accidentally bumped into the patriarch of the Ulysses family, knocked him down, and was seriously injured.Xia Lier likes Vamir very much, but all the people in the clan are vaguely deaf. She is afraid that she will be caught delivering the medicine, so she asks Willita to get the medicine.

That was the time when Vilita passed the door of Lerilla's room by accident, and heard the mournful cry of the girl in the room—she was crying for Vamir.

Since then, Velita has never looked for Larella again.

But all of this was not due to some kind of ridiculous friendship. Ulysses knew in his heart that over the years, relying on Laerilla's bearing and appearance, her value has far exceeded the family's original expectations of her. Such a woman , With the backing of a prominent family, I don't know how many soldiers, horses and land can be replaced.

Even a woman without a title knows how not to cause trouble for herself, and as the heir of a noble family, he can't do anything willful.

***

Velita smiled at Wamir, and it was not clear whether he was laughing at himself or comforting himself, but anyway, he proved with practical actions that love and pain were never exclusive to Wamir alone.

"Some things should always be done," Ulysses asked with a concerned but helpless tone in his emerald green eyes, which seemed to hide the brilliance of the moon-set lake in the depths of the forest, "Behind your back , who hurt you?"

As soon as Wamir raised his eyes, he bumped into such a pair of eyes, and his heart was caught by a kind of pain in an instant, as if he had let go of all unwillingness and disguise. The young man's thin lips moved slightly, just now With a hoarse voice, he read out an extremely simple, yet extremely familiar name.

"Martha," he said.

***

The moment he heard the answer, Willita's smile couldn't hold back, Lingshou's exquisite and unusual face rose from his mind, and instantly shattered his proud calmness.

The wound on the young man's back was deep and eye-catching, which showed the attacker's determination and decisiveness, and there was no sloppiness in his fierce strikes.

Ulysses's emerald eyes moved slightly, he knew Martha's personality well, and the spirit guard would never attack Wamir for no reason, unless it was prompted by someone.

"The prince is awake?" Ulysses said tremblingly.

According to the ancient family contract, the Lingshou clan only obeyed the orders of the royal clan leaders with pure bloodlines. In other words, even the high-ranking blood clan members in the Elder's Court could not force them to do anything.

The vampire's face is not old, the individual combat power is extremely high, and the body's recovery ability is even stronger than the sky. At a glance, it is like a cheating existence.

But obviously, from the analysis of the protracted war between humans and the blood race, it can be concluded that the blood race is not as perfect as they seem.

In contrast to the long lifespan of vampires, their pregnancy rate is extremely low. A couple often has to wait for decades, or even hundreds of years, before a newborn is born. For this reason, the House of Elders tolerated the behavior of the royal family hiring spirit guards to ensure safety.

It was only later that the blood clan strife, and the most powerful blood emperor was found dead in the wilderness not long after he escaped by chance. The family was in good shape, and the wives were separated. Those who escaped were put to death, and those who escaped were young cubs, who would not live long at all.Time flies, and in this generation, the only royal family who can talk is actually only the prince who has just seen the war.

Martha's master, from the beginning to the end, was only that one!

"Have you seen him?" Ulysses continued.

After hearing this, Wamir shook his head silently, and Verita was not surprised. The current state of Wamir's distress is not at all like the state it should be after the peace talks.

He patted the young man on the shoulder, wanting to seriously analyze the current situation. After all, the waking up of the prince means the reshuffle of many forces, but the voice that came into his ears was Wamir's confused and painful wailing.

"I don't know." Wamir's blue eyes reflected a desperate brilliance, like icy ice quietly melting in the sun.

Facing such a pair of eyes, Ulysses couldn't help being stunned for a moment. He suddenly realized that what Wamir just shook his head to deny was not his last question. Such a tone and reaction were simply ignorance of the current situation. and remorse.

A strange feeling of fear invaded Velita's heart in an instant, and then he heard Wamir's voice that was so desperate that it seemed to be stained with tears that he added,

"I don't know if he's awake!"