Lost Seal

Oscia's eyes turned red instantly, and flames almost shot out from his pupils: "You let him be taken away by the Holy See?" Almost every word turned into a sharp blade and was thrown into the light.

"Don't worry, the Holy See will never let him out!" The figure in Guangzhong was taken aback by his attitude, and explained in a panic, "It was the Holy See's Holy Guardian Corps who discovered and captured the blood clan who escaped with him alive." , that's why he fell into the hands of the Holy See, I didn't mean it."

Ossia said word by word, "Who assured me that everything is under surveillance?"

The figure in Guangzhong said: "It's the same now. I'm sure he's still lying in the coffin and sleeping forever."

Ossia said flatly, "Can I trust you again?"

"Of course! Of course!" The figure in Guangzhong eagerly expressed his sincerity.

Ossia sneered: "But I'm tired. I was dragged by you like a puppet, running around like a headless chicken. But none of your promises to me were fulfilled, and things got worse and worse."

The figure in Guangzhong said: "But as I said, he has a double seal, which will not only force him to sleep, but also protect him. If you want to kill him completely, you must wake him up first."

Ossia said: "I've heard this theory so hard. What's the way to wake him up?"

The voice of the figure in the light suddenly weakened: "I'm still researching."

"Oh, still studying!" He sneered, turned and left.

"Osia!" The figure in Guangzhong shouted at his back, "Calm down! Follow me, follow me like a chicken follows a hen, deep, exhale, and inhale together!"

What answered him was the bench that collapsed in an instant.

"Don't be like this. Don't you feel that your temper is becoming more and more like Ansbilis? This is not a good thing. Maybe one day you will also be involved in a violent scandal and be sealed by the thirteen elders together... In fact, you Have you ever thought about asking the elders of the blood clan for help? Maybe they are willing to..." Facing Osiah's almost murderous eyes, the voice from the light suddenly weakened, "I think, putting Ansbilis in the Holy See It’s a good idea. At least there are guards at the door, and you can scream when you encounter something, and it won’t let people come and go freely like a sealed place.”

Osia walked to the back of the door, held the handle, opened the door a crack, and said calmly: "I think it's very difficult for our cooperative relationship to continue."

"Don't be like this, give me a little more time, I will find a way to lift the seal soon..."

The rest of the sound was overshadowed by the heavy slamming of the door.

When Osia returned to the hotel, she didn't see the black cat, and her face immediately turned pale.

Mession explained: "A gentleman named Joseph Miller took it. I thought you knew it." If you didn't, you wouldn't let yourself buy him a plane ticket from London to Paris in the first place.

Oscia's face looked a little better - from charcoal black to dark gray.

He asked Mession to prepare two bottles of red wine mixed with blood, and sat on a deck chair on the balcony, drinking the blood wine while the night breeze was blowing, while waiting for a certain pet who was reluctant to leave.

Seeing the sky turn dark and light again, and light turn black again, Osia's face turned from dark gray to charcoal black again.

Mession, who was not good at taking care of pets, didn't dare to hang around in front of him, and squatted obediently in his room until he heard the cat meowing in the next room, and then pushed the dining car that had been prepared in advance.

Oscia held the black cat by the back of the neck, her eyes were deep, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

"Where do you plan to have dinner?" Mession asked cautiously.

The black cat with its limbs hanging down naturally struggled suddenly, and its yellow-green eyes showed a cry for help towards Mession.

Messing's heart was about to break when he saw it, so he turned his head away.

Black Cat: "..."

Osia replied: "Prepare two tickets to Rome."

When Osia got off the plane, he met Tarek who was waiting for him.

"I didn't expect us to meet again so soon." Tarek said with some emotion, shaking the crutch in his hand.

Osia said: "Since none of us are very happy about this, there is no need to force a smile."

In fact, Tarek, who was a little bit happy: "..."

After Oscia got into the car, he found that he had changed his servant: "Where's your old trailer?"

Tarek said: "Bonois has returned to France, he is French."

O'Sea said, "When are you going back to England?"

Tarek said, "Make sure this is our farewell and not just another short farewell."

Ossia said: "You can use death to get rid of our relationship."

"..." Tarek gave up on confronting him, "The witch was sent away?"

Oscia said: "You probably won't see her in your lifetime."

"I hope so," Tarek said.

The two were silent for a while.

Ossia said, "How did you know I was coming?"

Tarek said: "Someone texted me. Said that you are not in a good mood and told me to be careful of the pews in the church."

Ossia: "..."

Tarek took out his phone, called up a photo, and handed it to Osia.It was a coffin with the lid open, revealing the inside.A pale man lay inside, with his hands folded on his chest, with a peaceful expression.

"Is he Ansbilis?"

Ossia didn't answer.His eyes were fixed on the photo, fascinated.

"It's hard to imagine that there is a crazy heart hidden under such a delicate and beautiful face." Tarek muttered softly, and was about to take back the phone when his hand was firmly grasped.

Osia took his phone away, looked down at the photo for a while, and then slowly deleted the photo: "I hope this is the last one."

Tarek said: "..." Tell him, did the Pope specially ask someone to draw a portrait?

As a vampire, Osia didn't want to walk into the church under the leadership of a believer—the time he met Yifeng was already an exception among the exceptions.And the Pope is obviously unwilling to entertain a night creature in his church.

So, they went to a museum not far from the church where the Pope is.

The museum displays the hard work and essence of artists of all ages, which is priceless.

When Tarek led the way, he was unspeakably proud.This museum is controlled by religion, and many of the works in it are related to religion.

Ossia pointed to a painting and said, "When he painted this painting, I was there. To be precise, he was poor and poor, so I took him in."

Tarek: "..."

Osia pointed to a statue: "This is the third one. I don't like the first two."

Tarek: "..."

Ossia pointed to another painting and said: "He was teasing his girlfriend while painting, and his girlfriend accidentally rubbed against the lower right corner of the painting. He turned his face on the spot, and the two broke up. After the painting was completed, he I begged my girlfriend for forgiveness, but my girlfriend has already run away with a nobleman."

Tarek: "..."

Osia felt that these works had opened his memory box: "And..."

"Cough! Lord Timothy Greco is already waiting in the reception room." It's not good to deal with an old guy who has lived for an unknown number of years, and he accidentally exposed his ignorance.

Ossia licked her lips with unsatisfactory expression: "Okay."

Two guards stood at the door of the reception room, with long swords hanging around their waists, with solemn expressions.After Osiah went in, they even wanted to search the body, but Tarek stopped them.

"It's for safety," Tarek explained awkwardly.

Ossia smiled and said, "Timothy Greco is one of the Pope's successor candidates, and his status is extraordinary. I understand."

When he said this, the door was already half open, and it completely fell into the ear of the person behind the door.Wearing a red robe, Timothy folded his hands in his sleeves, bowed slightly, and said with a smile, "It's not worth mentioning in front of you."

Oscia walked into this large living room of about [-] square meters, and his eyes were immediately attracted by the milky white coffin parked in the living room.In a flash, the figure had already appeared on the side of the coffin.

The lid of the coffin was still open, and the blond young man was lying inside with his eyes closed.

Ossia looked down, her eyes filled with sadness like water, she wanted to reach out to touch the young man's face, but she retracted halfway as if she was afraid of disturbing his sweet dreams.

"It seems that the rumors cannot be fully believed." Ossiah's affectionate gaze moved the candidates for the Pope's succession.

Osia grabbed the edge of the coffin with both hands, and asked calmly, "When can I take him away?"

"Anytime." Timothy said, "We didn't detain him, but rescued him. Not long ago, the Holy Guardian Corps encountered a group of blood clans who seriously violated the ceasefire agreement and killed innocent people near the Mediterranean Sea. After a fierce battle, the group of vampires were killed by us on the spot, and Mr. McAvey was found nearby. This coffin was provided by us."

Oscia said: "Thank you." Even though he knew that they were deliberately selling favors to him, he had to accept it.

Timothy said: "You're welcome. I hope our friendship with the Blood Race will last forever."

Oscia got the young man up, hugged him carefully, turned and walked out.

"Can you tell me what happened in the sealed land?" Timothy asked.

After being favored by someone just now, it was difficult for Osia to refuse the other party: "Someone broke the seal, and the vampires locked inside ran out."

"How many?" Timothy frowned.This will cause big trouble in the human world.

Oscia shrugged and said, "Someone is already cleaning up."

Timothy watched him go out, leaving the end of the corridor with the sound of footsteps.The guard closed the door on this side, and the door behind him slowly opened.He saluted the visitor: "Your Majesty."

The Pope, who was dragging his loose robe, raised his hand: "Timothy, according to your old-fashioned eyes, what kind of person is Osiah?"

Timothy smiled bitterly and said, "He looks affectionate and ruthless, calm and flustered. I really can't judge his true personality."

The Pope said: "After the witch incident, I expressed my goodwill to Wang Xiaoming through letters, but there was no response. Winston and Edwin also retreated in their castles, shutting their doors. The leaders of the blood clan collectively pretended to be Deaf and dumb, I don’t know why, is there a conspiracy brewing?”

Timothy said: "That's not the case. It should be that the witch incident has dealt too much blow to them, so they are devastated."

The Pope said: "Build a good relationship with Osia. He is a four-generation vampire and has a rare good temper. If he can come out and lead the vampires in the world, the human world will enjoy peace."

Timothy said: "The relationship between him and Ansbilis is not like the legendary conflict between fire and water, but rather like a pair of lovers who had to break up due to various reasons."

"Really? But it's not like this in Rich's painting." At the end of the reception room is a half-person-high painting.There are two people in the painting, one is blond, with red eyes, showing his fangs angrily, and the other has dark brown hair, with a relaxed look, sitting quietly and smiling.The Pope pointed to the blond hair: "Look at his crazy appearance, only the McAvey clan can do this."

Looking at the picture, Timothy always felt a little weird.

The Pope said: "Ricci was painting during the holy war. According to the records of religious history, it was the most tragic battle, and it was also a battle that was full of hope. We lost Britain, we lost France, we retreated to Italy, the last line of defense, Thinking that there is no way out, the blood clan has internal strife. There is a lunatic in the McAvey clan, who secretly attacked the blood clan from behind to blackmail his lover..."

"Wait!" Timothy looked at the painting, his face suddenly changed, and he pointed to the blurred figure behind the two people in the painting, "Look at them, is there a flame of anger on them?"

The Pope narrowed his eyes: "There is a fire burning behind them..."

"No, this is not a real fire." Timothy pointed to a painting next to him, "This "Regiment Member" is Rich's representative work, the most talked about is that he used saplings to express new hope, Using clay suggests that the protagonists of the painting have buried past differences. Using objects to express the mood of the characters is a characteristic of Ritchie."

The Pope said in a daze, "So what?"

Timothy said: "The blood clan is in conflict, and Ansbilis has committed public anger. It is impossible for a group of people to stand behind him and share the same hatred with him."

The Pope recalled: "What do you mean?"

"The blond one is Osia, who was angered by Ansbilis' defection..." Timothy pointed to another brown-haired youth who had the same appearance as the blood race that just left, and said in a deep voice, "He is the Ansbilis."

The author has something to say: Named tips:

Winston: Before he and his wife got married, his mind was full of "thinking" about "running away".That's why it's called Wins (Si) Dun (Dun).

Edwin: Edwin (Winston) loves Winston. ╮(╯_╰)╭