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The silver-haired priest kicked the man away with a gesture that was not elegant at all.

Taylor was kicked miserably to the side, and a big hole was cut in his chest. With the vampire's powerful recovery ability, the hole didn't heal quickly, and he was still bleeding. He collapsed on the ground, even covering his chest with his hands. He didn't have any strength left, so he could only look at each other in horror.

A quarter of an hour ago, this delicious prey in his eyes has now become a terrible devil.

Because he knew that the only magic that could inhibit the healing of a vampire's wound was...

"Holy See...you are a priest..."

"Congratulations, you got the answer right, but it seems a bit late." The beautiful priest in aristocratic attire gave him a charming smile, turned his head and said to the darkness behind him: "I said I don't need you to do anything, Mr. Cat, are you Do you want me to owe you favors? If I can't even deal with your four generations of blood, it would be too ridiculous!"

"No, honey, I just want to help you, how can you misunderstand my love for you?"

With the joking voice, a tall figure gradually condensed in the darkness of nothingness, and the same kind of breath made Taylor's eyes widen.

Soon, a tall, blond man appeared next to the silver-haired priest, also showing Taylor a friendly smile and two fangs.

"Poor thing, he looks terrified!"

"...You, you blood traitor, actually helped the Holy See to exterminate the same race!" Taylor felt as if he had discovered a shocking secret, and he wished to report it now, but the other party obviously set a well-planned trap, since he chatted up with the silver-haired priest. From the very beginning, he had already stepped into this trap.

"Little guy, you got two things wrong." The man shook his finger, "First, a four-generation blood race like you is not qualified to let me do it myself, I just help provide information. Second, you It's so rude that you didn't use honorifics to me, so I am fully qualified to teach you a lesson, even..."

"Make your so-called immortal life a complete joke." His tone softened, but Taylor only felt creepy.

"If you've threatened enough, please make way for me." The silver-haired priest stood aside angrily.

"Of course it's not enough. If it's not useful for you to keep him, I really want to make him disappear completely. My dear, I think it's better for you to use other methods in the future. This method of seduction is really not good enough, it's cheap Enemy, make me sad again!"

The man easily grabbed Taylor and pushed him against the wall. With a body comparable to Xiaoqiang's, Taylor would not die even if he suffered such a serious injury, and it could prevent him from escaping.

The priest smiled and said, "Mr. Cat, let me remind you that there is nothing between us other than that little contractual relationship."

"Oh, it hurts so much to say that!"

Yannick ignored him and turned to look at the half-dead Taylor.

"Your Excellency Taylor, perhaps we can talk."

"Do you want to avenge those priests before?" After recognizing his identity, it is not difficult to guess the other party's intention after a little association. "Don't be delusional, I won't tell a priest of the Holy See, and," he looked contemptuously at the man who grabbed him, "a blood traitor!"

"The number of blood races in Troon Town is beyond your imagination." Comrade Taylor, who would rather die than submit, raised his head with awe-inspiring righteousness, "Even if you kill me, you won't be able to escape!"

"You think too much, we didn't intend to kill you, from beginning to end." The silver-haired priest looked at him tenderly, "But you have to know, there are many ways in this world that can torture people without killing them." .”

Seeing that the young vampire obviously didn't believe it, the silver-haired priest said unhurriedly: "I know that blood races have a strong self-healing ability, the only thing that can kill you is to use light magic to destroy the heart, or make you disappear completely. Crushed to pieces, right? Otherwise, no matter how deep the wound is, it can be healed in an instant, just like now, if Mr. Kitten hadn’t restrained your limbs and the restriction of light magic, you would have escaped, right?”

The man protested dissatisfied: "My dear, I have already said, my name is Ans El Capeln, you can call me Ans, that will make you appear more intimate, but I don't like the name kitten!"

Taylor's eyes widened in an instant. He had obviously heard of this name before, together with the noble surname that symbolizes supreme power among blood clans!

No, how could this man appear here!

In an instant, his heart was covered with a thick layer of fear, and he stared desperately at the man who smiled at him, but terrified him more and more.

"No one can remember such a complicated name. I think the kitten will be more affectionate." The priest replied casually, and then looked at Taylor. "Look, you scared him, I'll do the rest, thanks!"

"As far as I know, even if a vampire doesn't die easily, that doesn't mean that there is no pain. There are just a few good punishments in the ancient books that I know. Maybe you will like it."

"I can first use light magic to put a layer of restriction on you to slow down the speed of your wound healing, and then cut off piece after piece of flesh on your body, maybe when I get to the hundredth cut, your first Dao’s wounds haven’t regenerated yet?”

"Oh, don't believe me. I can tell you responsibly that this is true. It is said that a human body can have more than 3000 cuts at most without dying. As far as vampires are concerned, this record will definitely be even higher."

"Can you imagine? When you lower your head, you can see tender red flesh all over your body, without skin, and you can still see the bones underneath in some places."

"This kind of punishment requires the knife-wielder to have super-high skills. He can cut off the sinner's whole body, leaving the bones of the head and limbs without dying. But I can't guarantee that my skills can reach the level of death." At such a high level, maybe I will accidentally cut off one of your blood vessels, causing blood to spurt out, maybe I will accidentally gouge out your eyeballs, show you, and then help you put them back, or put you saw off its fangs, and let us witness how it grows back together..."

"He passed out." The man looked at Taylor, who was tilting his head, with pity.

"This is too timid. I still have several ways to say." The silver-haired priest was very sorry.

"I think your description is too vivid. When you said sawing your teeth, I could feel my cute little fangs trembling." The man licked his teeth, "I never knew you still Has such a cruel side!"

"It's not too late to know now, you can stay away from me as soon as possible."

"No, I think I love you more!"

"...You let him know your name, is that okay?"

"Honey, if not, how can I show my sincerity on your side?"

"I think you just want to use our hands to eliminate your political opponents."

"Don't always speculate on me with the greatest malice, dear, at least we have made a contract, I didn't make any contract with them..." The man blinked, and his voice became ambiguous: "What I want to do for you has been completed Now, may I ask Your Majesty, will I kiss your finger now?"

The silver-haired priest was a little dissatisfied with the title "Her Majesty the Queen".

"Only fingertips." He said lazily. "Actually, if you are willing to become a cat, I can even contribute my lips."

"No, dear, although you look calm now, I believe you must be thinking about cutting off my cat's tail and mailing it to that annoying mage..." The man held his hand, lowered his head, Burn a kiss on your fingertips.

"No, you're wrong. At most, I'll just test whether the vampire can grow back after being cut off..." His words stopped abruptly, and the priest frowned slightly.

Because after that kiss, the man didn't leave immediately, instead, he took his fingertips in his mouth while he was still talking, and then slowly sucked the whole root in, with his flexible tongue across the fingertips, sucking gently, Spit it out again slowly.

"..." Although it was just a finger, the priest had the illusion that his whole body was being violated by him. "Your Excellency Black Cat, has your head been completely filled with pornographic dyes, please move your mouth away, thank you!"

The man was very disappointed that his teasing didn't make the priest lose his mind, so he could only let go in a gentlemanly way—it doesn't matter if he's not a gentleman, otherwise the contract would give him a taste of what he had before.He clicked his tongue and sighed again: "I hate that contract!"

"Just a few hours ago, you were very sure that with your charm, you would be able to conquer me!"

"Oh yes, but I'm beginning to feel that this process is a bit long. I'm afraid that before I succeed, you will have been abducted into bed again by that annoying mage."

It's okay if he didn't mention it, but when he mentioned it, the priest immediately remembered that when he and Chris were rolling on the bed that night, the cat seemed to hear it from the beginning to the end under the bed!

"Thank you for your reminder!" Yannick smiled, "Neither you nor he will have another chance to succeed!"

"No, honey, it's not fair, his bed skills are not as good as mine, how can you compare the noble blood with that annoying mage with autistic tendencies!...Okay, okay...this person you How do you want to deal with it, don't scare this poor little guy to death..."

In the dark alley, the originally quiet voice gradually died down, and a gust of night wind blew by, and the place was empty, as if nothing had happened.

Taylor woke up in pain.

It's strange, since the day he became a vampire, he hasn't tasted pain for a long time.

Now, however, this long-lost feeling has returned.

But he didn't feel nostalgic at all.

Because the second he opened his eyes, he began to miss his coma state, at least he didn't know anything.

Instead of being like now, the beautiful young man sitting next to him has changed back into a priest's robe, playing with a sharp dagger in his hand, and looking at him with a smile.

"You're awake." The other party said very gently.

"What do you want?" The voice was a little trembling and uncool, and Taylor was even a little ashamed to admit that it came from his throat.

Bloodlines should be fearless!

"I'm glad you woke up in time, Mr. Taylor, let's start with the palm. There is more meat there. My technique may not be very good. You should be more tolerant."

"No, no, no!" Taylor said in horror, the silver-haired priest had now become a synonym for the devil in his eyes, and he seemed about to faint again.

"You'd better not faint," the priest reminded gently, "otherwise I'm afraid that if my hand shakes, the sword that was supposed to poke your hand may accidentally poke your heart, and then you will have to suffer again." It’s been hard once, but the wound in your heart hasn’t healed yet.”

"...What the hell do you want!!!" Taylor was about to collapse. He had never seen such a priest, and he just opened his mouth to say the punishment that the Inquisition did not have. Take off the priest's robes that they have always regarded as sacred and never take off easily, otherwise he would not be deceived and treat him as an ordinary human being!

"The blood clan's lair, and the people who killed those priests before." Yannick didn't talk nonsense with him, and directly pointed out his purpose.

"What if I say so?" Taylor stared at him palely.

Of course, the face of the vampire is paler than that of ordinary people.

"I won't kill you." Yannick said.

Taylor's chest heaved sharply. "I need a guarantee," he said.

He was no match for this priest. Although the other party was wearing the robe of a low-level priest, Taylor knew very well that he was already considered a leader among the four generations of blood clans, not to mention that there was a blood clan duke beside him.

The priest said softly, "I can swear in the name of the Goddess of Light."

"..." Taylor was silent for a while, "There is a ghost castle outside the town of Troon, and the owner of the castle is Duke Walter Kapeln."

Hearing this surname, the priest raised his eyebrows: "He also killed those priests?"

"No, the Duke seldom stays in the castle. Now the castle is presided over by his descendant, Lord William, the second blood earl. Lord William hates priests very much. He ordered the three or four generations of blood to lure those priests into the trap. Killed them one by one."

Very well, if the vampire of the same generation as the kitten did it, Yannick felt that this mission was destined to fail. "So, you also participated?"

"Of course not!" Taylor replied quickly, suspiciously fast.

Yannick didn't continue to dwell on this question, "Where do those vampires usually stay?"

"Like me, the bar is either a brothel or a casino." Anyway, saying one sentence is also saying two sentences, and in order to save some torture, Taylor simply recruited them together. "They usually have a dance party at the Castle of the Ghosts on the weekends."

"Are there many people?"

"There are about 200 people, and almost all the blood races nearby will attend. ... There will be an auction later, and some blood races will put some interesting things up for auction. That is the most exciting part of the whole dance." In order to save his life, Taylor Fifty Ten explained everything.

knock knock!

After two knocks, the door was pushed open, and a handsome blond man walked in.

"Honey, are you done asking?"

"The timing is just right, I wonder if you have been standing outside and eavesdropping." The priest said.

"You know that blood races have much more sensitive hearing than humans." The man smiled, walked towards them, walked up to Taylor's side, and without warning, put a hand into his heart.

Almost in the blink of an eye, there was already a heart on his hand.

I saw the man's palm retracted slightly, and the flesh and blood instantly turned into a cloud of blood mist.

And Taylor still opened his eyes wide, maintaining a look of death, and there was no time to show any expression of fear on his face.

Immediately, his body was torn apart and turned into countless tiny particles like molecules, completely dissipating into the air.

"It's too bloody." The priest frowned in disgust, he didn't want to stay in this room at all after being messed with like this.

"The dead are the safest." The man showed his white teeth. "And from the punishment you just described to him, I think I'm a hundred times more merciful than that, darling."

Yannick: "I was just talking, but you put it into action. A gentle priest like me will only stab him in the heart at most."

Man: "But I remember you promised not to kill him just now."

Yannick: "Yes, you killed him, so now I haven't broken my promise."

Man: "Honey, I find you are a little sinister, are you waiting for me to do it on purpose?"

Yannick said gently: "No, I'm nowhere near as insidious as a vampire who turns into a cat to lower others' vigilance and then creates dreams every night to rape others."

Man: "...The weather is really nice today, let's change the subject."

The silver-haired priest played with the staff in his hand: "I just heard him say the surname Kapeln."

Man: "That is the name of the God of the Dark Abyss. All the blood races of a generation have used this surname, such as me. But it is only limited to one generation of blood races, and all blood races after that can only have names."

"So, the owner of the haunted castle, Duke Walter Kapeln, is one of the thirteen blood clans of the first generation. How is his relationship with you?"

"He is one of the people who teamed up with others and hurt me, and he is also a strong contender for the next blood prince."

The priest smiled: "Very well, it seems that our goals have remained the same again. How about the abilities of the second-generation blood race and the third-generation blood race?"

The man kindly reminded: "Honey, I don't think you can deal with so many people at once."

The priest shook his head: "I don't want to break into the ghost castle alone."

Man: "Okay, so what are you going to do next, and then pretend to be a client and go to a brothel?"

The priest said: "No, I think some idiots will need my help soon."

As soon as the words were finished, there was another knock on the door.

The man raised his eyebrows, still sitting on the sofa, without deliberately avoiding it, while the priest went to open the door.

Baker, the loyal guard, stood outside the door.

"Your Excellency Hill, Bart asked me to tell you that those priests and knights have gone to Ghost Castle!"

Beck always felt that it was very awkward to call his name directly, especially after seeing Bart and the others calling him Lord Hill, and he refused to do something special, so Yannick just let him go.

There was no surprise on the priest's face, as if he had expected it a long time ago, he turned to the man and said, "Look, don't you have something to do now?"