Lost Seal

Mession is a typical British butler, he arranges things properly as soon as the employer touches his lips.

Six hours later, Osiah was at London Heathrow Airport.

The night outside the french windows of the airport was as silent as death, and the moon hanging in the night sky showed a strange orange color, as if the moon had been washed by blood.

Messing put away the uneasiness in his heart, and followed behind his employer at a leisurely pace.

Oscia suddenly stopped and looked around.

Mession was keenly aware of several familiar figures, he was stunned for a moment, and quickly reacted, and said in a low voice: "Before I left, I notified the neighbors to help guard the house."

Ossia smiled: "Obviously, they prefer to guard you than to guard the house."

Messing was a little embarrassed: "I think they are here for you."

Although Osia has never attended any activities in the blood clan's social circle, all the blood clans in the London area know that there is an unidentified old blood clan living here.The younger blood clan will feel the coercion from the seniors within ten miles of his residence, and lose their will.

After the blood murders happened frequently, the blood clans who stayed in the London area were all watching his development.After learning that he was also leaving for Brittania, he immediately packed up his things and followed.Those who can stand in the airport hall right now are all blood clans within ten generations.

Even so, when Oscia glanced over, several of them felt a burst of weakness in their legs and feet.

Ossia said: "120 six blood clans and 38 members of the Holy See are all my fans, and the actual number of passengers is less than [-]. It seems that the business of the airline is not very good recently."

Messing said: "But there are a lot of planes... oh, no!"

His pupils dilated slightly, reflecting the night sky outside the airport.

The moon was blocked again and again, and a large group of flying objects were faintly visible in the sky, and... swooped down.

"Bang bang bang bang bang..."

With the continuous drumming sound, hundreds of bats smashed on the French windows of the airport.The small but ferocious corpses tumbled and fell down, bloodstains were printed on the glass one by one, and strips of blood slowly crossed the transparent glass, and the outside world was divided into fragments by scarlet scars.

"what!"

"Oh my God!"

"What happened?"

"Oh...God bless!"

"What the hell is that?!"

Screams rang out.

The airport was in chaos.

The members of the Holy See squeezed to Osia's side, and were about to say something, but there was no one in sight.

Over the airport, countless bats scurry around like headless chickens.Among them, a strange cloud of black smoke rises from time to time. Whenever the black smoke rises, a few bats fall from the sky and land obliquely on the glass of the airport's floor-to-ceiling windows.

"Hehehe..." The melodious laughter like a silver bell was mixed with the scream of the bat, which was particularly abrupt.

Osia suddenly appeared among the bats and grabbed the Void Probe.

The pleasant laughter suddenly turned into a scream.

The black mist in front of him receded, revealing a plump and graceful figure.Her body was slightly bent, her face was twisted in pain, her waist-length hair was blown by the wind, and a handful was tightly held by Osia.

"Let go!" She gritted her teeth.

Oscia smiled: "Okay." With a little force on her hand, she forcibly pulled the hair off her scalp.

"Ah!" She cried out in pain, her body turned into a ghostly black mist, and rushed towards him.

Ossia's figure blurred, appeared behind the black mist and stretched out his hand again, grabbing a lock of hair, this time without waiting for the opponent to get mad, he directly pulled the hair off.

Five or six times like this, the woman fell back to the ground with her hair in her arms, and cried while holding her hair, not daring to show her teeth or claws again.

Osia walked up to her slowly, and threw her hair on the ground casually.

The woman's eyes flashed fiercely, and she slowly raised her head: "Report your name!"

Ossia gently stroked the bone ring on the index finger of his left hand, and said with a smile, "I wear the bone ring with the effect of hiding breath, just to prevent others from knowing who I am."

The woman said, "Do you know who I am?"

Ossia said: "Witch."

The woman said angrily: "My name is Yifeng! You'd better remember it firmly! One day, I will get back all the harm you have done to me today!" Heads of heads, disappearing on the lawn.

After she left, the bats in the air dispersed.

Messing came to the position seven or eight steps behind Osia, and seeing that he was not displeased, he stepped forward and said, "Is she the murderer who killed the blood race?"

Oscia said: "Such a stupid person is usually an accomplice."

Messing asked, "Is she a witch?"

Ossia said: "According to the magnificent sight on her chest, it should not be a demon boy."

"From hell?"

"I can't think of another place that would take them in."

Mession said worriedly: "The other owner of Brett Castle in Brittany is a fallen angel."

Hell is ruled by seven demon kings.

The seven demon kings are all fallen angels.

The family they went to defect to also happened to have a fallen angel.

……

No matter how you analyze it, it's disturbing.

Osia comforted him: "Don't worry. He has a normal relationship with hell."

Messing said: "Even in a general relationship, they are the same kind."

Osia decided to speak more bluntly: "In the eyes of that lord, among the Nine Realms, only lord Xiaoming Wang is pleasing to the eye."

Lord Xiaoming Wang is one of his own!

Messing said: "Then he is not bad."

Ossia: "..."

In the eyes of uninformed humans, this group of bats may have drunk and driven together to cause such a tragic traffic accident.After confirming that there were no strange bat rampages within a [-]-mile radius of the airport, the airport resumed operations.

Even so, it also took a lot of time. It was already early morning when Osia arrived at Paris-Charles de Gaulle Airport.

Oscia sat on the chair with a gloomy expression.

Mession stood beside him, somewhat at a loss.

Coming out of the airport, he was sitting here, as if waiting for something, as time passed, Osia's face became more and more gloomy.

Seeing that more and more blood races could not bear his coercion and left, he decided to ask, "Are you waiting for Mr. Joseph Miller?"

Osia frowned.

Mession reminded him: "It's the economy class ticket you asked me to buy."

Osia said viciously: "Damn economy class! He shouldn't be allowed to run around. He should be firmly fixed in my sight."

The temperature suddenly dropped a lot, and the blood race ran faster.

Despite being harsh, Osia changed her sitting position and still waited.

As an excellent housekeeper, Mession certainly puts his employer's will first.He bought coffee and a sandwich, silently patted his employer and waited for someone who didn't know when he would show up.

A few hours later, the sun shone brightly.

Ossia's face was so gloomy that ink could drip from inkfish.

Within ten meters around him, only Mession was still holding on, and the others had already made a detour to avoid it.

While Mession was planning how to prepare a sumptuous lunch under limited conditions to comfort his employer's wounded heart, a warrior slowly stepped into the restricted area with golden sunshine.

The warrior walked up to Ossia, revealing the nail-sized badge on his chest: "I am Bonoit Bobile, a member of the Bronze Rank of the Holy Guardian Legion. I have some sad news to tell you."

Oscia slightly raised her eyelids.

Bonoit said: "At three o'clock in the morning, the castle of Legli in Burgundy was bloodbathed. A total of 88 blood clans, including a seven-generation blood clan, suffered misfortune."

This is no longer a simple serial murder case.

This is a massacre.

"Unlike before, this time there is one survivor," Bonoit said.

Oscia moved the finger wearing the bone ring: "Where is it?"

Burgundy is an area with a very high population density of blood clans. Because of this, the tragedy at Legley Castle had a far-reaching impact. Not only among the blood clans, but even the local government felt panicked.The Central Holy See sent half of the Holy Guardian Legion to station here—this is unprecedented.

When Osia got out of the car, he felt that not far away, dozens of high-ranking blood races greeted him, and some of them cast cold scrutiny.

Bonoit felt it too.

He touched the silver bullet pistol pinned to his waist, and felt relieved: "Many blood races in the area are not emotionally stable. You'd better restrain them."

Ossia gave him a strange look.

Bonoit said: "At this time, I think you don't want any unnecessary conflicts between humans and blood races."

Ossia said: "At this time, when the jihad is started, the murderer may happily join you. You have a great chance of winning. What's wrong?"

Bonoit: "We love peace!"

Oscia said, "Release your hand from the pistol before we talk."

Bonoit: "..."

The survivor was a beautiful little girl in her teens, who sat quietly on the stone bench in front of Legley Castle under the guard of the Holy See. Seeing Osia and others approaching, her face was still expressionless.

But Oscia can clearly feel the vigilance, anxiety, and resistance coming from her...

Ossia said: "Ten generations of Gangluo?"

The little girl's body shook, her cheeks puffed up slightly, and two white fangs were faintly exposed between her upper and lower lips.

Osiah slowly raised his left hand.

The little girl's eyes were in a daze for a moment, then she opened her eyes wide excitedly, showing admiration.

"Tell me what happened," he coaxed.

The little girl said: "They are Le Senbai."