What is it like to be a wizard in modern times?

Another night came as expected.

Even at the edge of the city, the night has long lost the darkness and tranquility of the past years. The lights and hustle and bustle of those tens of kilometers away flow into the garden with the wind, and the roses in the garden are covered with a faint halo. In the rustling insects that are coming, the lights are like daytime singing.

Even in the dark night without stars and moon, it still feels bright and noisy.

The person leaning against the window complained about the excessive bustle of the city, the lights in the room were not turned on, and the wide-open windows could not let in the moonlight hidden behind the dark clouds, so only his hazy figure could be seen in the darkness, dressed in Wearing a soft white nightgown, the sound of sighs sank in the air, ghostly and sad.

"Snapped."

Someone pressed the light switch, the chandelier on the ceiling flickered, and the crystal radiance reflected the light, illuminating the entire room.

"Hey..." The person by the window stretched out his hand to cover his eyes, and now he can clearly see that this is a very good-looking young man, with blond hair and blue eyes and deep contours, and his brows and eyes reveal a bright texture like an oil painting.

He murmured something, turned his head to look at the person standing at the door, and said in a slightly annoyed tone, "Bansey, didn't anyone tell you that it's impolite?"

He didn't speak Chinese, and although he was complaining, he spoke in a very soft tone.

"Yeah." Bancy responded lightly, and walked into the room holding up the hem of her skirt, "I'm just a human being, and I can't see things in the dark without turning on the light."

The skirt he was wearing today was still black, the fabric was more crisp than the previous one, and it was spread out under the waist to create a not very exaggerated arc, and the back was decorated with lace and black gauze.

The soft voice can hear some masculine characteristics, but it is strangely compatible with this skirt.

Whether it is discovered by the Law of Time or not, there is no reason for a wizard to give up halfway through the work-spells are stopped halfway, especially when the spells performed with the help of Bancy Rothbart are generally stopped, he will suffer severe backlash.

"Turn on the light... Well, humans who don't understand the beauty of darkness." The young man sighed, and looked curiously at Shi Li who followed Banxi into the door, "Did you bring any guests, Lady?"

Shi Li's expression was not very good. When he had a cold face and no expression, he looked mean and arrogant, which made the young man lower his mouth and mutter a few words—— Shi Li couldn't understand, since he entered this room, he He didn't understand a word, but this didn't prevent him from knowing that the young man's mouth must not have any good words.

His mood was not very good from squatting at the door waiting for Banxi to take a shower and change clothes before departure, and now his expression became even more gloomy.

Bancy's state when he fully substituted into it was even worse than he thought. Even a monster he hadn't mastered spells well could feel the erratic sense of dissociation.

"Don't say that, Mr. Wells." Bancy sat down on the soft chair at the side of the room with his skirt folded up. He smiled and looked into the young man's red eyes. He didn't need to look to know that Shi Li was quite intimidating at this time, so he looked at it. There was no dumbfounded expression on his face.

"He's my husband." Bancy raised a finger to his lips in a silent gesture, "You should be more polite."

The black gauze gloves that matched the skirt formed a suggestive contrast with the color of his lips. Mr. Wells glanced over and immediately coughed uncomfortably, "Sorry...I mean, Please forgive my faux pas."

"It's okay." Bancy signaled Shili to sit on the chair beside him, and took the small box that Shili was carrying, "At the end of life, everything about you can be forgiven."

"Yes, yes." Speaking of the end of his life, Mr. Wells blushed with excitement. He walked lightly from the window to the chair opposite Bancy, sat down first, and then kicked his feet away. slipper, nestled himself into the curved back of the soft chair.

The curvature of the back of the chair supported him just right, as if embracing him in his arms.

Shilu tried his best to keep his expression unchanged, but he fully understood Bancy's subtle and meaningful reminder when he proposed to go with Bancy.

"Mr. Wells has very old-fashioned taste, but maybe not to your taste."

Mr. Wells is a vampire, which you can guess without mentioning it.Unlike the few young vampires who lived in China for a long time and had their teeth broken by Bansy, Mr. Wells is probably a very small number of vampires who are still walking in the world and can be called "blood clan" hypocritically.

He has most of the characteristics of the species of vampire in popular fantasy, handsome and elegant, and has excellent taste. Even this country house, which is just a temporary residence, is planted with velvety black magic roses with petals, and the floor is covered with soft woolen carpets. , the soft white matches the color of the ebony furniture, the crystal chandelier illuminates the oil paintings on the wall, and even the suits of the servants are tailor-made.

Banxi told Shilu about the custom-made style, and his own eyesight is not good enough to tell whether a suit is good or bad.

But Shiru could see that Mr. Wells was not quite normal.

Before the tasteful decoration, the first thing people who walk into this house see are the paintings hanging in the hall. Different shades of red outline human silhouettes on the canvas, and strong emotions almost burst out from every line. out, staining the paint as wet as blood.

The display racks are full of old things, the kind of daily necessities that are not expensive and do not seem to have any collection value-a mug, and the half heart on the cup can be seen as a couple's model; A black fountain pen filled with ink costs two yuan each in the small shop at the door; perhaps the most valuable thing is an electronic watch, which has stopped at a certain moment and no longer beats.

It should be the chair that Mr. Wells is sitting on that gave Shi Li the greatest visual and psychological impact. It can be seen at a glance that it is his special chair.

Both Shilu and Banxi were sitting on ordinary soft chairs with wide and soft rounded backs, so even if two people sat down, they wouldn't look crowded.

And Mr. Wells's chair can only accommodate him alone, and the space is just big enough for him to nest in, because the remaining space is occupied by a skeleton, whose arms are slightly opened to fit Mr. Wells around. The arc of hugging, the black eye sockets of the skull half-hanging to the top of Mr. Wells' hair, sitting in the chair is like being embraced by this skeleton.

Shi Lu noticed that the skeleton was wearing a ring on one hand, not because he observed the skeleton carefully, but because the dove egg diamonds were shining too brightly under the crystal lamp.

"Ah... this is indeed..." Mr. Wells realized where Shi Li's gaze fell, raised his hand to gently stroke the ring, and smiled helplessly, "Obviously rubies are more beautiful, but he always wants diamonds of."

He kissed the ring, and he wore another one on his hand, with a plain silver ring around his ring finger, branding a circle of burn marks on his fair skin.

Sterling silver will burn a vampire, a silver ring will not kill him, but it will cause him long-lasting pain that cannot go away.

Bancy placed a bottle on the table between them, and placed several candles on the table around the bottle. "Turn off the lights, close the windows, and draw the curtains." He said to Shi Li. After turning off the lights and closing the curtains, the room fell into complete darkness.

"This is the fifth night," said Bancy, taking off his gloves and lighting the candle in the center.

Bancy felt the temperature of the flames with his palm, and chanted word by word: "Following the contract between you and our ancestors, in the name of Bancy Rothbart, I am here to listen to your deathbed confession."

"After you die, I will guide your soul and restrain your bones."

"As a representative, I will deliver a speech at your funeral to deliver your last words to your loved ones."

Once in his own native language, and again in the language Mr. Wells uses.

Putting his hand on Bancy's, Mr Wells responded: "After I die, it will be as I wish."

"Everything is as you wish," Bancy said softly.

Mr. Wells laughed, his face was young and handsome, and under the shadow of the candlelight, it became more and more delicate and unreal, "Lady, I am here to confess."

He started with the same words as the previous few days, his eyes fell on the dancing flames of the candles, and it seemed to pass through time, looking at the past years that had flowed so hard that they could not see the source clearly.

Vampires have a long lifespan, so they have many past events to confess at the end of their lives. They can't go into church and know that the gods won't listen. Wizards play the same role as priests at this moment.

They will often choose to sign a contract with a certain wizard family, using their own mystery to increase the power of the wizard blood, and each generation of wizards in the wizard family will provide him with corresponding services-healing, comforting, and stabilizing emotions. Awakening from his slumber helped him integrate into a new age, and a death that was more important than the First Embrace.

Of course, there is no fallacy in the legend, and vampires are theoretically immortal.

Bancy watched the first candle burn out in confession, the smoke trickling into the bottle, billowing like a cloud of mist.

He lit a second candle, and the room was dark for a moment, and then the faint candle light was lit again.

"Go on, please," he said.

Looking at it in the candlelight at this time, Mr. Wells was tired and weak, his skin was so pale that he could see the black blood vessels underneath, and the dirty blood coagulated in the blood vessels of the vampire was densely covered on his skin like a spider web.

He wanted to tuck himself into the cold and hard embrace of the skeleton behind him, so as not to lose his strength and become weak.

Yes, vampires are theoretically immortal.

But that is only describing their bodies, hard and beautiful, bodies that will not be corroded by time like gems.

Their souls are still human souls.

Many wizards regard vampires as research subjects. It is precisely because of such fascinating contradictions that human souls cannot withstand too long years, just like flowers will decay and wither. Gradually decay.

Vampires are a model of keeping flowers on their branches, so theoretically, vampires can live endlessly. In fact, few vampires can live longer than a thousand years.

Generally, it takes eight to nine hundred years to exhaust oneself to seek relief, and ushers in death after three to seven days of confession.

A vampire like Mr. Wells who has lived for nearly 500 years is definitely an old antique to be confessed, but he did not encounter any resistance in wanting to end his life.

"This is my lover." During the confession on the fifth day, Bancy finally knew the identity of the skeleton next to Mr. Wells.

A devout believer, a heroic knight, as a human being, he spent a not-so-sweet life with Mr. Wells.

After all, he was a knight belonging to the church, and he still believed in the gods devoutly in this age of mysterious decline.

Just being bewitched by a vampire and not killing it is enough to make him suffer, not to mention that he also developed an undue love with it.

Bancy stared at the candlelight and put his hand on the back of Shiru's.

The novels Angelina is reading these days seem to be about this theme?

He was fully able to guess the subsequent development of the story, and after listening to various past events of Mr. Wells for four full days, he sincerely said that art comes from life.

Angelina's magical love stories, which she complained about, can completely add the sentence "adapted from a true story".