Lost Seal

"They?" said Bonoit excitedly. "You mean that the murderer was Le Senbaut?"

I didn't expect him to solve this massacre so quickly!

Bonoit's eyes lit up.

He could almost see the prospect of being promoted, getting a raise, and being loved by the Pope.

Osia glanced at him: "No. She's talking about the victim."

Bonoit: "..."

The little girl stared at Oscia timidly, showing a contradiction between wanting to get close and being afraid: "I was locked in the dungeon of the castle by them, and sometimes they would drink my blood."

Bonoit didn't understand: "Aren't you a vampire too?"

The little girl and Osia glared at him at the same time.

Knowing that he had made a slip of the tongue, Bonoit hurriedly corrected him: "I mean, aren't you all noble bloods? You are the same kind."

Osia said: "Human policemen and robbers are also of the same kind."

Bonoit said: "But the police won't eat the robbers after they catch them."

Ossia said: "So, the welfare of human police is really not that good."

Bonoit: "..." My body suddenly felt a little chilly.

Bonoit said: "Come on! Did you see the murderer? What? Was it a human or a vampire or...something else. Tell me what you know."

The little girl looked at Oscia, Oscia was noncommittal.

The little girl lowered her head, thought for a while, and said, "I was in the dungeon. I passed out from starvation because I hadn't drank blood for too long. When I woke up, I was lying outside the castle. Those guys... were already dead."

Bonoit snorted softly, and glared at Oscia several times in displeasure.He knew that the little girl was not telling the truth, and he also knew that it was because of Oscia's reticence.

Asking someone to take the little girl aside and using an excuse to check the scene, he approached Oscia and whispered, "Didn't we agree to cooperate?"

Osia said, "What news do you have over there?"

Bonoit said unhappily: "You only appeared here when you received the news from me." He emphasized the "news from here".

"You guys are such a hassle."

Oscia's response was beyond his expectation: "What?"

Ossia repeated in a straight voice: "You guys are really troublesome."

Bonoit was stunned.I can only use one sentence to describe his inner feelings - kindness is like a donkey's liver and lungs!A dog who bites Lu Dongbin does not recognize a good heart!Good intentions were struck by lightning!

……

One sentence is not enough to express the depression in my heart!

He said: "Such a big event happened to the blood race, I will notify you as soon as possible, and I will send you here personally... Do you know how expensive it is to take a taxi from Paris to here? I will free it."

Ossia said indifferently: "The only one who died was Le Senbai."

Bonoit was speechless: "What about the love of compatriots?"

"Ask UMP and the Socialist Party."

Bonoit: "..."

The strong smell of blood lingers in the gloomy castle.

Bonoit couldn't help but took out the snuff bottle in his pocket and sniffed it gently.

The moment he lowered his head, Osia had already walked around.

……

Bonoit quickly caught up with the figure going out: "Did you find anything?"

Ossia said: "Yes."

"what?"

"The castle needs repairs."

"……what?!"

Oscia came out of the castle with clean ears all the way, and Bonoit, who gave up communicating with him, did not follow up.

Mession rented a car and waited on the side of the road.

As soon as he opened the car, the little girl suddenly appeared from behind: "I saw the murderer."

Oscia stopped and looked down at her.

The little girl said: "I didn't pass out, nor was I locked in a dungeon. When the other party came, they were holding a dinner party. I was locked in a cage with a needle in my wrist. They took my blood to mix wine."

"You are Gangelo."

"Yes, I'm Gangelo." She lowered her head and bit her wrist, fearing that he would not believe it, and blood flowed from the wound.She handed her wrist in front of him: "Try it!"

Oscia remained indifferent, and bent over to get into the car: "You are free now."

"Can I go with you?" She grabbed the car door expectantly.

Oscia said coldly, "No."

The little girl's hope suddenly turned into stars and slowly dissipated in her eyes.She let go, closed the car door, and stood respectfully by the side of the road.

Messing watched her in the rearview mirror.

Oscia said, "Drive."

Messing starts the car.The car started slowly and drove away from the petite and lonely figure.

"Are you in a bad mood?" Mession asked.

Ossia was silent for a while before sighing: "The plan has been ruined, otherwise we would have been sitting in a tavern in Britannia at this time, watching the hot butt-twisting beauties, enjoying the happy time."

Messing said: "In all these years in London, I have never seen you go to a pub."

Osia didn't feel any embarrassment at being exposed: "With you, they will ask for a health certificate before they can enter."

"..." Mesion suddenly said with emotion, "I haven't seen the descendants of Gangelo for a long time. It is probably because of the loss of the leader. It is said that after the fourth-generation master disappeared, Gangelo's power in the human world is only eight generations. , it’s been a rough day.”

Although the thirteen clans are scattered all over the human world, they will maintain a certain degree of internal contact.The existence of a high-level blood family means a strong backer.It was because Gangelo suddenly lost his backer that his descendants became the playthings of other clans.

Oscia's fingers on her knees trembled slightly: "I almost forgot, you are also Gangelo."

Messing said: "No, I'm just a pariah."

Despite having Gangolo's blood, there are no recognized black households.

If it wasn't for Osia's shelter, it would be impossible for him to live in such a decent way.

Oscia looked at the back of his head, and said after a while, "Reverse."

As if Messing had expected it, the car quickly turned around and drove back to the castle.

The little girl is no longer there.

Just as Bonoit came out of the car, he rushed over when he saw Osiah, patted the car window, stared desperately at the car, and shouted, "Did you see the little girl?"

Oscia pointed to her ears, indicating that she couldn't hear, and then said to Mession, "Go quickly."

……

Bonoit looked dejectedly at the buttocks of the car as it flew away.

There are ghosts if you can't hear it!

He heard the soft "go away".

Those who arrive at Bright Castle will be shocked by the spectacular sight in front of them.

The root of the shock is not the blue sky as the background, the towering minarets and the majestic castle, but the densely packed tents around the castle.

When Osia arrived, there was only the outermost position.

Mession took out the prepared tent and potted plants in an orderly manner, preparing to arrange a beautiful and elegant environment, but was stopped by Oscia.

"It's too windy here." Osia took out the mirror and looked at himself, "It will mess up my hairstyle."

Messing said: "You once said that a messy hairstyle can best reflect a man's wild beauty."

Ossia said: "Okay, let's put it another way. The periphery is easy to be cannon fodder."

Mession thought it made sense: "Shall I negotiate?" As an eighth generation, he thought that he could at least grab a good place among a group of children under tenth generation.

Oscia suddenly raised her head and said, "Wait."

A figure suddenly appeared above the castle.

Although the distance was far away, the figure of the other party looked only as big as a cockroach, but Osia couldn't help lowering his head due to the coercion, not to mention the ten or even ten generations around him.

They knelt on the ground in fear, their bodies pressed against the ground quietly, wishing they could get into the mud.

Time passed extremely slowly.

Every minute and every second is suffering.

A fierce murderous aura flitted across his body.

Oscia couldn't help opening her mouth, her fangs looming.

He clenched his fists tightly, restraining the clamoring impulse and fighting spirit in his body.

I do not know how long it has been.

When most of the lower vampires fell into despair, thinking that they might die under the suffocating pressure, that figure disappeared.

Aftermath.

The vampires wailed and stretched their bodies, collapsing to the ground.

A few timid ones are already considering whether to leave.

Although Mession did not kneel down, his legs were so weak that he could hardly stand upright.He staggered and sat down, stood up after a while and said, "The one just now was..."

Osiah nodded.

Mession muttered: "It seems that staying here is not a good choice."

Osia smiled and said, "It's too early to draw conclusions. Prince Xiaoming hasn't expressed his position yet."

After seeing the real strength of that lord, Mession didn't dare to be blindly optimistic. "I wish."

Mession finally planned to a more middle position.Further in, it is the sphere of influence of the major, middle and high-level blood races.

Although he knew very well that his employer's strength was fully qualified to occupy the innermost position, but the employer didn't express his position, and he couldn't make up his own mind.

Living among a group of low-level vampires, Oscia has tried his best to restrain his aura, even wearing an extra ring to hide his aura, but the vampire's natural sensitivity to blood still makes other vampires aware of his existence.

After living in Ossia for three days, an uninvited guest came and sent an invitation letter.

The other party spoke very politely: "For the common interests and bright future of the blood race, and for the stability and happiness of the blood race in the human world, we should unite and discuss major plans."

O'Shea said: "You are the most pompous lobbyist I have ever seen, and now even congressmen don't use such old-fashioned sentence patterns."

The other party: "...Are you familiar with the congressman?"

"I'm an MP."

"..."

Oscia handed the invitation letter to Mession: "Thank you for your invitation, I will attend the appointment on time."

The face of the other party turned from cloudy to sunny: "Great! Remember that I am your recommender when you go to the meeting. My name is Winston Derek Van Zhuo."