rose flower ban

The melody with ancient rhyme came from afar, and with the darkness coming, the night quickly invaded the earth.

Qi Yan's eyes fell on the things in the visitor's hands.

Sensing his gaze, Ferry handed over the invitation card in his hands, his movements were calm and elegant, like the embodiment of a perfect gentleman.

Those slender fingers were wrapped in pure white gloves, and the invitation card held between the fingertips was covered with black rose patterns, black and white intertwined but distinct, and a pale golden scepter surrounded the center of the vines.

The light golden scepter, the symbol of Ventrue, the leader of the secret party known as the royal clan among the thirteen clans.

Crest of the Ventrue clan.

Qi Yan took it, but didn't open it.

Judging from the time of his deep sleep, it is not difficult to guess what is going on now.

Blood feast.

A once-in-a-century blood event.

When the prelude to the prelude sounded, the current Prince Winfern, who is the executor of the precepts of the Vanjo tribe and the controller of the high society, has the right to invite the rulers of all ethnic groups to the banquet to discuss matters related to the feast.

"Fairui." Qi Yan tapped the invitation card lightly with his fingertips, and tapped on the scepter where it landed, "Prepare the car."

"Yes."

As soon as Fei Rui left, Yann, who stayed behind, was about to speak when he heard Qi Yan say to him: "You go to the flower hall."

Just a faint sentence, covering countless majesties, cannot be refused.

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At the same time, the moment Qi Yan swipe the scepter with his fingertips.

In the palace thousands of miles away, Winfern's light golden eyes flashed, and the corners of his lips curled into a subtle arc, which made the old butler standing beside him startled. .

Winfern leaned forward slightly and looked at the banquet hall downstairs, where the list of participants was almost complete.

The blood clans that come and go are all members of the thirteen clans, with noble blood, and many of them are pure blood.

At this moment, they are gathered in the main hall talking about something in twos and threes.

"I heard that person is awake."

I don't know who said something first, making the originally noisy hall quiet.

"The prelude to the opera has already sounded, and the holy banquet is coming. What's wrong with that one waking up?" The woman with a graceful figure was wearing a big red fishtail cheongsam, and she looked at the person who spoke with sarcasm, as if mocking him ignorance.

"It is said that Prince Winfern invited that person to this banquet. I don't know if it is true or not..."

One sentence stirred up a thousand waves.

Who is that, the blood race present all know.

No one would question Winfern's decision here, and the atmosphere at the moment gradually became a little depressed.

fear, fear.

The Death Clan, whenever they are mentioned, there are always these two reactions.

The discussion downstairs rang in the ears of the people on the second floor through the instrument, but Wen Fern turned a deaf ear to it, and fiddled with the cuffs on his wrist slowly, the old housekeeper couldn't help but feel a little worried.

"Prince, what are you thinking?"

Winfern narrowed his eyes and looked at the old housekeeper.

After a while, his pale golden pupils sparkled with interest, and he stood up gracefully, "Let's go, take them to the underground auction house."

The old butler was taken aback.

The prince said leisurely in a familiar yet mocking voice, "I remember that little guy from the Qi family doesn't like to be too conspicuous."

The old housekeeper froze when he wanted to follow up, his eyebrows trembled.

That is the new prince whose blood is closest to the ancestor in the Cappadocia clan. It is said that he has the most feared ability among the blood clan and the ability to abolish other people's abilities, so he is feared by the thirteen clans.It is estimated that only his own prince would call the other party 'little guy' in such a grand manner.

As the prince of the Vanjo clan and the leader of the Secret Party among the three generations of blood clans, Winfern has participated in countless holy banquets, and such banquets have been held more than once.

It's just that this time it seems a little different.

At least the vampires who were notified to go to the auction house couldn't figure out his plan.

Only the old butler who was with Winfern just now understood.

All for that one.

......

When Qi Yan arrived, the banquet hall was empty.

"Master Qi Yan."

A slightly hoarse voice came from one side.

Qi Yan turned his head to look, and recognized the other party as the old housekeeper next to Wen Fern.

"Are you here alone?" the old housekeeper asked casually, and after Qi Yan nodded, he turned around and showed him the way, "Please."

Fei Rui was arranged by him to go to receive Xu Xingzhou with Yann.

Qi Yan followed behind the old butler, and only spoke when he said that everyone was in the underground auction, and cut to the point, "Winfern changed the process?"

Hearing his address, the old butler's expression remained unchanged, and he said something nice for his prince, "The prince knows that you don't like socializing, so you changed it for your lord."

After he finished speaking, he heard a chuckle beside him, the meaning was unknown.

It's just that this auction is indeed a bit novel.

Never before.

When they got to the door, the old butler pushed the door open, and Qi Yan asked, "What's being auctioned?"

Winfern's approach is to imitate the human world. Since the signing of the treaty thousands of years ago, the blood race has gradually disappeared and integrated into human society at the same time.

And the auction is like the competition field of capital, and it is necessary to follow suit.

"Blood slave."

Following the old housekeeper's answer, the door of the underground venue opened, and Qi Yan took in all the scenes in the venue.

Once you enter the venue, you can overlook everything on the auction platform. There are [-] boxes in total. The host on the auction platform is a man in a black tuxedo. Behind him is a three-to-four-meter-high iron cage, surrounded by red curtains.

Qi Yan stepped in with one foot, and the host on the stage just turned around after the introduction, raised his hand and pulled off the red cloth.

Inside the iron cage, a thin boy squatted in the center, his limbs were wrapped in iron chains, restricting his movements.

"This is the blood slave of this auction." The old butler explained thoughtfully.

Qi Yan raised his eyebrows, without saying a word, he just looked straight at the young man in the field.

The boy's eyes seemed to be able to turn into a beast, tearing the people who provoked him and insulted him to pieces.

Eat its meat.

Drink its blood.

"Werewolf?" Qi Yan looked from afar and took a full look at the young man's pair of blue pupils.

The old butler smiled, "Yes, if you are interested, you can also conduct an auction."

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Blood slaves, generally lower blood races, become slaves of higher blood races.

Many nobles in the thirteen clans took pleasure in raising blood slaves. If they were deeply loved by the nobles, they might be labeled as nobles when they reached adulthood.

Since ancient times, werewolves and vampires have been opposites.

millennia ago.

The two races that coexist under the darkness: vampires and werewolves are fighting endlessly.

However, after inadvertently drinking human blood, they discovered that human blood not only satiates their stomachs but also enhances their strength, so they stopped fighting and chose to "outside" unanimously.

And carried out a series of acts of capturing humans as meals.

Therefore, the human beings who lived in peace and were only in the sun have gradually emerged a force that can compete with the vampires and werewolves amidst countless slaughters.

One side is the holy court, and the other side is the blood hunting alliance.

They have produced weapons that can kill vampires and werewolves, and their physique will become stronger through tempering.

After a hundred years of war and stalemate, several parties ceased fighting, established a new order for the world, and signed a treaty.

So far, the vampires and werewolves can only drink artificial plasma, and they are not allowed to kill humans for no reason. The Holy Court and the Blood Hunting Alliance are used as supervision.

At the same time, the existence of these two races is concealed in the human world.

Because the two races have existed for a long time, they have a long life, but the short life of human beings will eventually be submerged in the long river of time.

There have been human beings who voluntarily surrendered to the blood race in order to become their heirs and obtain eternal life.

After the signing of the treaty, the "foreign" war came to an end, and the battle between the vampires and werewolves revived again. After hundreds of years, the werewolves were finally captured by the Bruch, who were the best at fighting among the vampires. The werewolves became the slaves of the vampires.

Qi Yan glanced at the young man in the cage, feeling quite interested, "I heard that the werewolf clan transformed into wolves on the night of the full moon when the aconitum bloomed as adults."

The old butler nodded, and added: "There are also people with impure blood, who can only transform into half-human, half-beast."

Qi Yan had never heard of this before, "Oh? Then is this pure or not?"

The old butler seemed to know everything, "You don't know that the pure blood generally only exists among the leaders of the werewolf clan."

The implication is self-evident.

It can be said that there will be no werewolves with pure blood in the auction house, and there will only be half-beasts with impure blood who have not yet matured.

"Your Excellency, do you want to participate in the auction?" The old housekeeper thought he was interested, so he asked a lot.

Qi Yan smiled but said nothing, just shook his head lightly.

As everyone knows, the other thirteen clans have all entered the box, and Qi Yan, who just entered the door, is particularly conspicuous.At this moment, he shook his head casually, and all of them fell into the eyes of the half-raised boy in the cage.

Qi Yan didn't care about his gaze.

Go straight to the box.