Lost Seal

The young employer came up against the light, and his slim black suit and gray-blue striped silk scarf perfectly set off his elegant and noble temperament.

He is a hereditary aristocrat, has a place in the House of Lords, is handsome, wealthy, humorous, and possesses many enviable and enviable conditions. unmarried men".

Only Mession, who has served him for more than 120 years, knows that his true identity is an elderly old blood.The so-called getting old means that if you are converted into a human being, you should have died dozens of times.

The moment the car door was closed, a black cat got in through the crack of the door, stepped on the young employer's thigh arrogantly, and occupied the left seat of the rear seat carelessly.

The employer raised his hand, brought the black cat to his lap, combed its fur gently with five fingers, and said hello absent-mindedly: "Good morning, Mession. What did you have for breakfast?" strange hobby.

Mession replies casually, "A little cup of fresh blood." Yes, he's a vampire too, but much younger than his employer—although in appearance, it's the exact opposite.

The employer said: "Is it from a white man? I almost vomited after drinking the blood of a white man. I really hope to go to Asia when I have time. I heard that the blood of the yellow race is not so greasy."

Mession starts the car—he is the housekeeper, the secretary, and the driver. "To the Palace of Westminster?"

The employer said: "Yes, I'm going to attend the meeting today. Do you think old Benson will attend the meeting today?" Members of the House of Lords always decide whether to attend or not depending on their mood.

Messing said: "Maybe."

The employer glanced at the black cat and murmured: "I have prepared a red rose for him." He pulled out a rose from behind as if by magic.

The black cat scratched his thigh.

The owner happily hugged it, held up its head, and kissed passionately on its mouth.

Mession glanced in the rearview mirror: "It's really fresh."

"Yes, I just picked it from the garden. I really look forward to the ecstatic expression on old Benson's face when he receives it." The owner put down the cat and rested his chin in annoyance, "If he is deeply moved and insists on giving it to me, I should What kind of attitude should I use to say no? Is it a reserved way to say, 'I'm sorry, you are too ugly.' Or a little more roundabout, tell him, 'I'm sorry, I'm too handsome, and you can't afford it.' Or just say, 'Get lost!'”

Mession silently lit a candle for Bishop Benson.

The House of Lords is a magical place, accommodating clerics and vampires who are at the same time.Of course, the former is above board, while the latter hides his identity.Those bishops didn't know that there might be a group of old guys who were hundreds of years old among the decent-looking nobles sitting next to them, and those old guys were secretly trying to torment the group of bishops.

It can only be tossing secretly.

500 years ago, the jihad between the blood clan and the church swept across the entire European continent, and also shocked other worlds. In order to avoid the spread of the war and trigger a world war, under the intervention of heaven and the witness of hell, the acting patriarch of the blood clan, Leslie, signed a contract with the Pope at the time. A non-aggression and non-disturbance ceasefire agreement was signed, and blood clans and spiritual personnel were restrained. No matter which party first caused the battle, it would be severely punished.

Therefore, even though the young employer was full of thoughts of destroying old Benson, he could only disgust him innocuously.

The employer said, "What about you?"

Messing was stunned for a moment: "What?"

"I've received a lot of love letters recently."

"..." Even though I wanted to shout outrightly in my heart, this is my private life!Please don't snoop around!But Mession, who is familiar with his employer’s inquisitive nature, chose to confess, “No, it’s a farewell letter from the neighbors. The world is not peaceful recently, and they plan to go to France.”

The employer asked: "France?"

Messing said: "Brittania under the shelter of Lord Ming Ming."

The employer said: "The other adult there is not very easy to get along with."

Messing smiled wryly and said, "It's better than dying for no reason."

In the past month, there have been more than a dozen murders in the UK, ranging from six generations to fifteen generations, and countless blood families died.Due to the special status of the vampires, the government suppressed the news, but in the dark underground world, fear has spread like a plague, and the vampires living in England are migrating to France in large numbers.

The employer said, "Are you planning to leave too?"

Messing said: "I obey your will."

The employer gently teased the black cat's chin with his fingers.The black cat gave him a paw, he lowered his head, stared at the black cat's bright yellow eyes, smiled, and said softly: "Don't worry."

The black cat turned in a circle, lay down, and hooked its tail into the owner's hand.

The Palace of Westminster on the banks of the Thames looms in sight.

Mession parked the car not far away, and the employer reluctantly kissed the black cat, got out of the car and walked on foot.

Just as Mession restarted the car to go to the parking garage, a loud explosion sounded from the direction the employer left, and the window of the passenger seat was hit by a black shadow.The black figure quickly opened the car door and got in.

Mession looked in surprise at the returning employer.

The employer brushed off the dust from the explosion, and his expression was not good: "Someone planted a bomb and blew up Benson. The poor rose became his funeral. I knew I should send a bouquet of daisies for the occasion." He looked down. Look at the collar, "I hope his minced meat doesn't get on my clothes."

The black cat that had already walked between the driver's seat and the passenger's seat stopped when he heard this, turned around to leave, but was snatched back by the employer's hand.

"It's not okay to dislike your master." The employer pinched its ear.

The black cat scratched his paw proudly.

The back of the hand was bleeding, the employer smiled nonchalantly, lowered his head to lick the blood away, and the wound had healed.

There was chaos in front of the Palace of Westminster, and Mession drove away.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

The employer said: "Go home and pack your things. It seems that we are going to France for a while."

The employer's decision is still too late.

Mession is still in the wine cellar to select fine wines that his employer will miss when he arrives in France, and the police have already arrived.

"Mr. O'sea Chamberlain, now there is reason to suspect that you are related to the bombing outside the Palace of Westminster this morning. Please come with us."

The employer—Ocia Chamberlain in the police mouth calmly picked up his coat: "Can I ask my driver to follow the police car? I'm afraid I won't be able to get a taxi when I leave."

The policeman said: "Then he still needs to bring the money for the hotel." The implication is that he will not be released soon.

Oscia walked to the garden, and the black cat that was playing in the garden rushed over.

Osia stopped and stroked its back gently: "I'll be back soon."

The black cat's tail hooked around his wrist.

O'Sea asked the police: "Can I take it with me? No one at home takes care of it. It was with me when the incident happened. It can be used as a cat certificate."

The policeman said, "You still have to bring enough cat food."

Walking to the door, Osia said, "And..."

"What?" The policeman was impatient.

Oscia plucked a rose: "For you."

The policeman froze for a moment, looking at his overly outstanding appearance with vigilance: "During World War II, your behavior might force you to receive hormone therapy."

Oscia smiled: "Maybe, if you weren't blown up by Germany at that time."

police:"……"

Oscia picked up the black cat that was scratching her leg, and asked casually, "You don't like roses?"

The policeman said with a gloomy face, "When Bishop Benson passed away, he was also holding a rose in his hand."

Oscia was silent for a moment, and said, "I don't want to curse you."

The policeman glanced at him and his face brightened a little.Well, although I am not interested in men, it seems like a good experience to receive a rose from a handsome guy?He stretched out his hand, intending to take the flower.

O'Sea said: "But the rose in old Benson's hand is the same as it. I picked it from the garden with my own hands."

The police decided to keep their hands in check.

Osia was taken to the police station, in a special small room.

There is only a table, two chairs, and a lamp in the room.The windows were opened so high that only the windows of the building opposite the police station could be seen.

Oscia sat down and put the black cat on the table.

The cat jumped off the table and was caught by Osia again.

"The floor is dirty," he said.

The black cat's paws rubbed against his thigh a few times before finding a comfortable position to sit down.

The door opened, and a grey-haired but meticulously groomed old man walked in slowly, wearing a black suit and leaning on a cane, and closed the door behind his back.

Osiah said, "The cross on your neck is exposed."

The old man unhurriedly pulled out his chair and sat down, leaning his crutches against the table, said with a smile, "I'm not wearing a cross."

Oscia said: "Then you must have a bucket of holy water in your stomach."

The old man said: "That won't work for you. O'Thea Chamberlain, oh no, Mr. O'Thea Gangolo."

Oscia looked at him expressionlessly, as if he had expected his identity to be exposed: "What should I call you? Old guy? Old man?"

The old man said: "In front of you, I dare not be called 'old'. When you participated in the model council, I was not born yet. In fact, I am considered a young man in the church."

Oscia said: "It seems that I no longer have any secrets in your eyes."

The old man said, "No, there is still a little bit. For example," he took out a gold pocket watch inlaid with rubies from his pocket, and put it in front of Osia, "this."

Oscia's eyes moved to the raised emblem on the cover of the pocket watch.

The old man leaned forward slightly, with a low voice:

"It was found at the scene where Bishop Benson was killed."

"You should be familiar with it, right?"

"The Crest of McAwie."

"That, the clan whose blood is cursed."