Lost Seal

Oscia looked at him with a half-smile: "Are you sure it's not another version of falling in love and killing each other?"

"..." Ansbilis said to Mession who was standing on the sidelines watching the show: "Search for old Benson's photos on the Internet and let him refresh his aesthetic limit."

Oscia said, "No need, I've seen it."

Ansbilis recalled that he planned to bring the black cat into the Palace of Westminster, and was reprimanded by old Benson in public: "Hmm, you remember it very clearly."

Oscia said, "At that time, I thought you would bite off his neck."

Ansbilis said: "It's definitely an illusion. Even if I broke his neck, I would wear gloves, not to mention touch his skin with my lover's lips, and goose bumps all over my body just thinking about it. Are you trying to disgust me on purpose?"

Osiah laughed.

"So it was intentional?" Ansbilis pounced on him.

Seeing that the two of them were fighting like no one else, Messing left the room wisely.Downstairs, Quentin was eating a sandwich at the dining table, the armchair was too narrow for him, and he was sitting on a piano stool.

Noticing that the other party was looking at his stool, Quentin blushed slightly, stood up and said, "I'll put it back after eating."

"You can do whatever you want." Messing said, "It would be my fault for not noticing your special needs."

Quentin said: "You are too polite, I am just an unwelcome guest."

Messing said: "Then, how long are you going to stay here?"

His sudden bluntness made Quentin stunned for a moment, before he said, "Wait until the new order."

Messing said: "Then you may need to be mentally prepared. My master will hold several banquets recently, and I hope it won't disturb your sleep."

Ansbilis is giving a party?

Could it be a blood-sucking convention?

Quentin's heart tightened, but he didn't have any objection, so he could only say, "Don't worry, my sleep quality has always been very good."

Messing bowed with a smile, and turned to prepare dinner, leaving Quentin to struggle while biting the sandwich.

"A banquet?"

It was the first time that the person who claimed to hold a banquet heard the news.

Ossia said, "I made the decision."

Ansbilis hooked his chin, kissed him and said, "I can't think of another person."

Thinking of the lively scene of the banquet, Oscia was excited: "We can hold a masquerade party! But we are not allowed to play vampires and humans!"

Seeing that his eyes were shining but it was not for himself, Ansbilis was a little apprehensive: "Yes, yes, the conditions are really harsh."

Ossia said: "Who are we playing? How about angels and fallen angels?" He snapped his fingers, "Metatron and Mammon! Apart from you and Mammon, I can't think of anyone else who can control black Shirt pink suit."

Ansbilis blushed.What a strange taste mammon is!

Ossia said: "I'll go make an order right away!"

"Wait a minute!" Ansbilis gritted his teeth and hugged him, "I think we should discuss it again."

Ossia said: "There's no need to discuss it! Metatron and I both have blond hair and blue eyes, and you are not suitable."

Ansbilis said: "I think Barr and Wang Xiaoming are better."

"Wang Xiaoming is a blood clan."

"...he doesn't look like it."

"Yes, he looks human, but that's okay."

"..." Ansbilis went all out. Although he didn't like the next two names, he didn't like the pink suit even more. "How about the Pope and Timothy?"

O'Sea said: "Can you imagine them hugging and kissing?"

Ansbilis: "..."

Oscia said: "You still plan not to kiss me."

Ansbilis wavered.

Ossia continued, "That's all for Timothy. Can you imagine that the Pope looked like you or me when he was young?"

Ansbilis dismissed the idea.

Osia said: "The most important thing is that they belong to the human category."

Ansbilis: "..." I really didn't realize it just now.

Ossia said: "There is another choice, Lilith and Yvonne."

Ansbilis: "..."

Oscia fully understood his mood at this moment, patted him on the shoulder and said, "So, it's better for Metatron and Mammon."

Ansbilis was thoroughly convinced.

In order to hold a perfect masquerade party, Osia decided to purchase all the supplies for the party herself.

Ansbilis said dissatisfiedly: "Is the dance so important?"

Ossia looked serious: "It's very important."

"More important than me."

"It's because of you that it matters." It's good to be able to leave the bed!

Ansbilis raised his eyebrows: "Why?"

Ossia said seriously: "The dance is held in your name, you must not lose face!"

Ansbilis smiled.

Ossia secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and then laughed: "Hahaha..."

Ansbilis hugged him suddenly, put his mouth close to his neck, licked his ear pinna tenderly, and said softly, "Could it be to avoid me?"

"Of course not!" Oscia replied decisively, "Didn't I pull you out? It fully reflects my desire not to be with you all the time!"

Ansbilis smiled sincerely immediately.

Osiah kissed him.

Ansbilis put his arms around his waist: "What do you want to buy next?"

Buy Karma.

……

Regardless of the process, it's finally done.

Ossia replied in a good mood: "Pink suit."

Ansbilis: "..."

The news that Ansbilis McCarvey invited blood races above the seventh rank in Europe to participate in the masquerade ball next to the Central Holy See shocked the whole of Europe!

First surprise——

Ansbilis McCarvey, the legendary and sealed lunatic has returned, and he even appeared swaggeringly!

The second surprise——

He actually summoned high-ranking blood clans, did he want to form a blood clan legion? !

The third shock——

The location of the assembly is next door to the Central Holy See. This is a naked declaration of war!Is the jihad going to start again?

Fourth... holding a masquerade party or something, hehe, they wouldn't believe that things would be so simple.

Of course, the news also reached the Holy See. In fact, they already knew about it from Quentin before it spread widely.Compared to the pope's restlessness, Timothy remained calm: "It's just a masquerade."

The Pope said: "It's unbelievable that you can still be so calm. He summoned the Blood Race Legion, right at the door of the Holy Church! Maybe they played the role of the Blood Race during the Holy War, and Ansbilis is Leslie. With an order, The Blood Legion will attack the gates of the Holy Church! . . . the poor gates were only repainted two days ago."

Timothy said, "There is no other way."

"No way? The European continent is so big, I don't believe they can only afford houses in Rome! Houses in Brescia are cheaper, why doesn't he go?"

"Because we won't allow him to leave Rome."

The pope blushed, as if someone had strangled his neck, before he said for a long time: "Well, it seems that this incident made him hold a grudge, he must be planning something! He is holding a blood clan meeting at the door of the Central Holy See. Who should I respond to?!"

Timothy said: "As long as you don't mind, he can't resist anyone."

"Hehe, I don't mind, I don't mind... how can I not mind!" The Pope was furious.

Timothy was used to his moodiness, and waited silently for him to vent before saying, "I've already contacted Lawrence Vatican. He will meet us while attending the masquerade."

The Pope said: "A blood family of five generations? It was Leslie of three generations who signed the peace agreement with the Holy See! Now they are only willing to send out a blood family of five generations... Who are they looking down on?" Another thunderous anger.

It was two hours after the pope calmed down.Timothy took the time to doze with his eyes open.The angry Pope was exhausted, and Timothy, who was full of energy, tried to persuade him away, and then called the people around the Pope: "For the sake of the Pope's health, we should leave the joy to His Majesty, Leave your troubles to yourself."

December 12nd was originally an ordinary day, but because it was the day when the Ansbilis Masquerade Ball was held, it attracted the attention of all parties and became different.

The Italian government, the Central Holy See, and the Hunters' Guild secretly dispatched a lot of people to patrol and ambush nearby to ensure that any disturbance would not cause turbulent waves.

In the evening, light rain fell over Rome.

The invitees' vehicles drove into Laria Avenue one after another, and dozens of nearby monitors were tracking the footage at the same time.

At the entrance of the garden villa, several low-ranking female bloods stood at the entrance wearing maid outfits and holding umbrellas, checking each guest's invitation letter and protecting them from the rain.

The guests were all well-dressed and personable. If they hadn't known their identities in advance, they might be mistaken for a celebrity gathering.

Due to the rainy weather, the guests quickly walked through the garden and came to the villa.

Watching the appearance of waves of blood races, and watching the disappearance of waves of blood races, the monitors asked their companions in unison: "Isn't it a masquerade?" Why are all of them dressed so normally?

The companion was puzzled and simply reported the discovery to his superiors.

The problem quickly came to Timothy's hands.Although he didn't think that there was any terrible conspiracy hidden in the clothes of the blood race, he called Lawrence, the future ally who had just established contact, and asked why.

Lawrence said, "Of course it's a masquerade party. We brought the props with us."

Timothy said: "Changing clothes on the spot? Will it not affect order?"

Lawrence smiled and said, "It won't matter if you change clothes every two seconds."

Timothy: "..." It's not for nothing that he hates the blood race.

Lawrence said: "If you show your face, I believe it will be very popular."

Timothy said: "I've been in the Holy See for so many years, I'm afraid I can't play other roles."

"No. To us, you already are."

Timothy: "..." It is foreseeable that his dislike for the blood race will last for a long, long time.