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"Who are you?" Seeing that the other party didn't respond, Yannick squinted his eyes and asked again.

"Don't you already know my name?" The man saw that he was awake, and he didn't fight back or run away, but sat down calmly.

The silver-haired priest frowned, and the scene of being rescued by that high-ranking monster flashed through his mind. The man with blurred facial features seemed to overlap with the man in front of him.

"..."

"Remember?" There was a lazy smile on the corner of the man's mouth, but there was an indescribable evil.

"What?"

"Ansair Kapeln." The man narrowed his eyes, a little dissatisfied that the priest couldn't remember his name.

"This name is too difficult to remember. I would rather call you by another name. For example," the priest sneered, "Little black cat?"

"..." The man clicked his tongue and raised his eyebrows in surprise, "How did you see that?"

"A lot of bad things have been done, and the bad guy will always reveal his evil true colors." The priest's expression was not good. Of course, anyone who was suppressed for several nights in a row would not be kind, but it seems that the other party saved his life anyway. , when the enemy or friends are unknown, the priest can still control his emotions.

"I think, you can choose to confess and tell everything, of course, you can also choose to be crushed into scum by the magic of light."

"Ah, dear Priest Yannick!" The man called his name affectionately, like an old friend for many years, but his eyes were shining with a dangerous light. "With all due respect, your magical achievements are not enough to defeat me. If I want to, you can still be crushed on the bed by me irresistibly."

"Yes, I don't doubt that." The priest pulled his lips, "But that is under normal circumstances. If I am willing to risk my life, I can still hurt you. I think with your current situation, Certainly not willing to do stupid things that hurt both sides."

The man raised his eyebrows: "Why not? Are you so sure?"

"Okay, Ann or something, please allow the humble priest to tell you." The priest sat up and gathered his nightgown, covering most of the spring light. "Once you know that you are the cat, many things will come to light. When you deliberately approached me, you were seriously injured, which means that you probably escaped from the siege to avoid the other party. I had no choice but to turn into a cat and still follow me."

"According to this inference, you are either an elf or a vampire. Only these two races have enmity with priests. Those who want your life will definitely not think that you will hide by the most unlikely person, huh?"

"In this way, you can be completely sure of your identity, Mr. Vampire, or do you prefer the title of blood fugitive?"

"Wait," the man gestured, he was completely aroused by the priest's analysis. "Why can't it be an elf?"

"Because," the silver-haired priest showed a charming smile, "the elves I have come into contact with may act impulsively and have no brains, but they have not yet reached such a despicable level."

The man shrugged regretfully, "That's why you think I won't attack you?"

"Yes, after all, you need a temporary shelter now. Staying with your natural enemy, a priest, will make it easier for you to avoid hunting. Let me guess again, the task we are going to complete this time has something to do with you , That's why you came here after traveling thousands of miles? Are you planning to cooperate with your fellow clansmen to cooperate with each other?"

"No, no, you misunderstood me too much, dear Priest Yannick, I never thought of hurting you!" The man laughed, "Of course, it was just asking for a small reward before."

"I'm sorry, but I have reservations about this." The priest's handsome face was cold, and he was completely different from the confusion after being teased before. Even though he was still wearing a nightgown, he had an ascetic restraint and beauty.

"The targets of your mission this time, to be precise, I will be injured and they have something to do with it, so you don't have to worry that I will help them." The man spread his hands, "We are not enemies, you don't have to be like an enemy, you can take this Remove the cute little sword, do you know that it can't threaten me, and that lonely and introverted mage only makes this kind of gadget, my dear, I can give you better!"

"Whether you are an enemy or not depends on your sincerity." Yannick withdrew the sword and put it back into the staff, with a half-smile, "If I want to prove you, I hope to sign a contract, otherwise I will Insecure."

The man looked at him, for a long while, and finally retreated half a step, "Okay, as you wish, but before that, I'm curious, how did you break my spell?"

It's okay not to mention this, but the priest's face darkened again when he mentioned it. "What kind of evil spell is that?"

"It's not evil," the man winked at him ambiguously, "you've got happiness too, haven't you? Every blood race has its own unique ability, which can only make people's mind fall into a dream, but the body is still in reality It's just magic."

The silver-haired priest's heart trembled slightly. Just like what the other party said, he probably did not intend to hurt himself, otherwise this spell alone was enough to make him die a hundred times before.

"Do you know the shroud of holy light in the magic of light?"

"Of course," the man added without hesitation, "When I was in the imperial capital, I could see you practicing every day."

"..." The priest silently wrote down another account in his heart, "Just the other way around."

Men are very smart, as long as they think about it for a while, they will suddenly understand.

The shroud of holy light can put the enemy into a state of hypnosis. This is known to many people, but few people have thought about the effect of using it in reverse.

"Before you fell asleep, you already gave yourself a hint to remove the shroud of holy light?"

"Yes, I have added such a spell to myself every night since I set off," the priest raised his chin slightly, "it finally came in handy."

clap clap clap!

The man applauded: "Honey, you really impress me, I find that I like you even more, what should I do?"

The priest raised his eyebrows: "Sorry, I don't like this compliment at all."

"Okay," the man found that after he became a human being, there was a big gap in his treatment.

He was leaning against the bedpost, with his hands folded across his chest, and a charming smile appeared on that handsome blond face. "Then let's talk about cooperation. You provide blood, and I'm responsible for your safety. From here until you return to the Imperial Capital of Garter... Oh baby, don't look at me like this. I'm a blood race, of course you must Blood sucking! But I will not suck the blood from your body, nor will I turn you into a vampire, so I will not have delicious food to supply, how? This condition is not bad for you, as long as you I need to contribute my fingers every day, and it is enough for me to suck a little."

This treaty is not harsh, and it is also beneficial to me. After all, if this vampire joins, the chances of winning this mission will undoubtedly increase a lot.

The priest thought for a while, "Are you sure you only need a little each day?"

"Of course, if I wanted to kill you, why bothered to save you from that ugly monster in the dark forest?"

The man smiled lazily, "I know what you're thinking, I may not be able to personally help you with this mission, for the vampires, the traces of the strength of the same clan are too obvious, so the other party will soon be able to find your team There's a vampire in here, and I don't think that would be a good thing for you. But I can give you some information if you want to know."

Priest: "Are you willing to make a contract for this?"

Man: "Yes, make a contract, if it makes you feel at ease."

Priest: "Then, I think we need to add another clause."

man:"??"

Priest: "You can't do anything rude to me without my consent."

man:"……"

Priest: "How is it?"

"This is too harsh!" The man covered his heart with a hurt face, "Could it be that you won't even be able to touch your fingers in the future!"

"Oh no, I'll allow my finger." The silver-haired priest showed a harmless smile, which made the man who was careless for a while thump his chest every time he thought about it. "You can do anything if I agree to it soberly and without any magical interference, otherwise, the bondage of the contract will stop you immediately."

Seeing the interested expression on the man's face, the priest intentionally or unintentionally opened the strap of the nightgown a little, revealing his fair-skinned collarbone: "I believe this is a fair enough contract, you can use your charm to conquer me , I can also use my willpower to reject you."

"Sounds interesting," the man's eyes became hotter and more exposed with his movements, but he was still very confident, or in other words, he never missed a shot. "I believe no one can last three days under my charm."

The priest nodded: "I'm glad we finally reached a consensus."

He drew out the dagger hidden under the staff, drawing a bloodstain on his wrist.

"Goddess of Light, and the gods of the mainland, the pious believers call you, please listen to my request carefully. I, Yannick Hill, and Ann... What's your name?"

"...Ansel Kapeln, my dear."

"Well, make the following contract with Ansel Kapeln: I will provide him with fresh blood, provided that no harm is done to his health, and he will keep me safe until the task is completed. From now on From now on, Ansel Kapeln cannot use any magic or non-magic to change my will, otherwise the bondage of the contract will make him stop immediately. Please bear witness for us with the flame of light!"

In the sound of the oath, the blood beads on the wrist flew into the air, turning into a blood chain full of mantras, entangled the two of them, and as the spell ended, the blood chains burned with a bang, and bright fireworks finally penetrated into the body , disappeared into the invisible.

Seeing the priest looking at him, the man smiled and did it again, except that the "Goddess of Light" in the spell was replaced with "God of the Dark Abyss". The magic effect was exactly the same as what the priest did just now.

"Okay, honey, should you be relieved now?" The man winked at him ambiguously, "Don't you think it's too ugly to do this kind of thing on such a beautiful night, maybe we should have some excitement?"

"It should be exciting, but it's not with you." The priest was expressionless, "Isn't the original form of a vampire a bat? Why did you become a cat?"

He was obsessed with being fascinated by X before, or to put it this way, if a man becomes a cat now, the priest will be happy to cut off his tail and mail it to Chris, and help him cut off the evil root Right and wrong, but rationality told him that this vampire cat is still useful now, they have just signed a contract, and the account can be settled later.

All acts of using stupid and cute appearance to achieve evil purposes are unforgivable!

"Oh dear, your thinking is too backward, who would turn into a dirty thing like a bat now? It is an insult to me to compare those low-level and stupid vampires with me! What's more , when everyone knows that the original shape of the blood race is a bat, don’t you think a cute cat can lower the vigilance of humans? Think about the eyes of those ignorant noble women looking at me!”

"..." This person, oh no, this vampire is simply more shameless than me.

The man didn't know that he had been recorded in the account book of the other party, and he extended his hand gracefully: "Come on, let me formally introduce myself, Ansel Kapeln, the first generation of blood."

"The first generation?" The priest caught the words in his words.

"I assume you should have read the materials on blood race in the religious library?"

"Yes," and no less.More precisely, the original owner of the body had seen it. "But most of those books are very old, and I'd rather call them myths than sources."

"Ha, you can't blame them. Although the Holy See claims to be the natural enemy of the blood race, it actually doesn't know much about us." The man said, "I'd be happy to explain some history of the blood race to you, but if you don't want to tell me For bedtime, I suggest we should tell the story somewhere else, or I'm afraid I'll be tempted to throw you down and have a good fight."

The silver-haired priest raised his chin: "How about the evening bar downstairs?"

"I'm so happy." The man bowed slightly and stretched out his hand in a gentlemanly manner.

Twilight Bar, like its name, is also very quiet inside, there are no annoying drunks yelling and making noise here, Yannick expressed his satisfaction.

The combination of the two looked a bit out of place - one was covered in a black cloak covering his head and face, and the other was wearing a well-made noble robe, but Troon Town is full of strange people, and there are no people. Take one extra look at them.

Yannick ordered two glasses of wine, one of Endless Sea and one of Bloody Dusk.

The latter is for men. This kind of wine specially imitates the taste of virgin blood. It is said that it is very popular with vampires, but the man doesn't seem to be cold. He showed a disgusted expression: "Oh dear, this poorly made wine Drinks are not even as delicious as yours, why don't you just let me suck your fingers!"

The silver-haired priest took a sip of the endless sea, and gracefully knocked on the table: "It's time to start your story, Mr. Cat."

The author has something to say: The silver-haired priest took a sip of the endless sea, and gracefully tapped on the table: "It's time to start your story, Mr. Kitty."

The character of the priest is destined to make him impossible to be hysterical or to break up with a partner who is likely to be of great use on the spot. Then, he dug a hole for the hole that he felt very attractive and gave him 2 jumps. Then, there was no... This is A sad story.

small theater:

Now please Gong 2 make a grand appearance and introduce yourself.

Attack 2: Hello everyone, my name is Ansel Kapeln.

Priest: Ann what?

Attack 1: What is the card?

Sophia: Which of you remember?

Baker: I don't.

Bart: kitty cat

Attack 2: ...