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Yannick was taken aback, he didn't expect that Ans would come over in time, and he still had the energy to kill William and hit Walter hard!

If the massacre of the Duke of Blood in Ghost Castle showed him the cruelty and bloodthirsty of the blood, then the confrontation between the two generations of the blood just now made Yannick thoroughly see the true power of the blood.

No wonder the Holy See will tirelessly want to eliminate vampires. This race is too powerful, and the hatred with the Holy See is no less than that of mages.

Just imagine, becoming a mage requires magical talent, and no matter how you say a mage is a human being, the vampire is different. Any human can be developed into a vampire through the initial embrace. After becoming a vampire, they are no longer considered human. The threshold and the high-return race conversion method have brought a great threat to the Holy See. If the size of the blood race becomes as large as the Holy See, it is estimated that the priests of the Holy See will be the first to be wiped out.

Once the hatred is formed, it is difficult to eliminate. Perhaps the Pope is also very worried about this, so he keeps letting people besiege the blood race.

However, just now, in order to save him, a vampire did not hesitate to forcibly break through the restrictions of the potion, killing one thousand enemies and injuring himself by eight hundred. Now he was backlashed by magic and fell unconscious on the ground.

If he brought the bloodless Duke to the Holy See now, he would probably be able to avoid the next journey, and maybe he could be a red-clothed archbishop!Yannick thought bitterly, resisting the severe pain in his chest, he managed to prop up his body halfway and crawled over, grabbed the man's back collar, and pulled out a scroll from the magic bag with great effort.

The moment the scroll was opened, the two disappeared in place at the same time, leaving only bloodstains on the ground. As for the corpses of those blood races, it was left to the early risers to imagine and panic.

Anna fidgeted on the chair. Her wound was almost healed, but it wasn't completely healed yet, so she couldn't catch up just now, so she could only stay here anxious.

It is not entirely correct to say that she is worried about Yannick. In fact, she is also worried about herself, especially for a traitor like her who has already betrayed William. If William invites Duke Walter and they win, then she This traitor must be the first one to be punished. Whenever she thinks of William's cruel methods, Anna can't help but feel chills in her bones.

In comparison, the current new owner is too merciful.

So she prayed every moment for the safe return of the master and the priest.

With William's vengeful character, if they can return safely, it means that William is dead.

As time passed by, the feeling of uneasiness in her heart became more and more intense, and even the speed of wound healing slowed down. Anna clutched the armrest of the chair tightly, and her already pale cheeks became more sunken. In the room, only Her rapid breathing could be heard.

I don't know how long it took, Anna felt as if time was about to stop. There was a muffled bang in the room, and the blood-soaked priest dragged the unconscious Blood Duke and fell on the carpet. The intricate and gorgeous carpet was immediately stained. on stains.

"Your Excellency the Duke!" Anna exclaimed, and hurried over to help the two of them up. "Yannick, you, you..."

The silver-haired priest opened his mouth, but before he could speak, he spat out a mouthful of blood, which shocked Anna again.

"Don't yell so loudly... At a time like this, I don't have time to cover up..." Yannick said in a word, and his expression was almost comparable to that of Anna.

"What to do, your injury? And His Excellency the Duke, what happened to him!" Anna was at a loss.

"Help him first..." Yannick gasped, "I have to patch the hole in my chest first..."

He still doesn't forget to tease himself at this time, but the reality is not humorous at all. Judging from the broken priest's robe and the bloody wound on his chest, he was seriously injured, even the dark green robe , the front was basically dyed red, if he hadn't been holding on with one breath, he would have fallen down by now.

Anna obviously knew this too, she didn't dare to bother the priest anymore, and instead investigated the situation of the Blood Duke.

In fact, there were no major wounds on the man, and some small wounds healed quickly. His main problem was that he forcibly broke through the limit of the potion, and he raised his strength to the limit in a short period of time, so he suffered backlash.

When the Blood Race is injured, it usually relies on its strong self-healing ability. If it reaches the point where self-repair is useless, then half of it will not be far from dying, but Anna really doesn't care about the strange situation of the Blood Duke. know what to do.

Just when he was at a loss, the priest who had just stopped the bleeding said weakly: "Drag him here."

"Ah?" Anna was stunned for a moment, looking at the identity of the owner, she felt that using a procrastination seemed inelegant.

She looked at the priest, but the other party was resting with his eyes closed, obviously not having the strength to repeat the words again.

Anna had no choice but to hold the man's arms and drag him to Yannick.

Yannick sat on the ground with his back against the wall, slowly pulled out his wand with one hand, and tapped it on the unconscious man's forehead, preparing to give him an advanced healing technique to try the effect.

Anyway, the other party did this just to save him, Yannick felt very guilty, never before did he desperately hope that the man would be fine.

But as soon as the chanting spell of the light healing technique was uttered, the man moved his fingers and slowly opened his eyes.

"Your Excellency the Duke!" Anna was surprised and delighted.

Yanick breathed a sigh of relief, and put down his staff slumpedly, feeling that he didn't even have the strength to lift his arms now.

"Honey, are you okay?" Ansair looked at him, his emerald green eyes were so serious that water almost overflowed. "Would you like to drink some of my blood, it will get better faster."

"No need..." The priest frowned slightly, subconsciously feeling something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

The man held his hand and turned to Anna: "I killed William, but Walter is not dead yet. After he returns, he may not dare to find me for the time being, but he will definitely retaliate against you, so you Go inform them, my other descendants, let them be careful, it is best not to act alone."

"Yes." Anna replied respectfully, turned into a bat, and flew away quickly.

The priest finally found out that something was wrong. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the Duke of Blood: "...you don't seem to be as serious as you seem."

"No," Ans took his hand and kissed it lightly, "Because of the backlash of the magic power, I have no strength in my body now, and I can't use it for the time being. If Walter catches up at this time, I will definitely have to be killed by him." It's time for a massacre."

His expression was very sincere, and he didn't forget to blink his eyes to show his cuteness, to show that he didn't lie to him.

"This is really good news." The priest didn't have the strength to be serious with him. He pulled the corner of his mouth and tried his best to raise his staff, wanting to continue to heal himself, but after trying a few times, the spell would stop halfway. It was forced to stop, because the wound was so painful that his heart was almost dug out. Just repairing the blood vessels to stop the bleeding had already made him sweat profusely.

"Honey, sometimes it's not a good habit to be brave." Ans scratched his other hand lightly with his index fingernail, and a bloodstain soon appeared on his wrist, and blood came out of it.

"I just don't like drinking blood." The priest expressed his disgust clearly.

"Then we can change to another way." The man said with a smile, bowed his head and sucked a mouthful of his own blood, then wrapped his arms around the priest's waist, leaned over and kissed his lips irresistibly.

"Hmm..." The priest frowned, unable to dodge in time, so he was forced to bear the mouthful of blood with a strong smell.

He is a normal human being, not a vampire, so no matter how delicious something is in the eyes of a vampire, he will never be able to get used to it.

An Si was eating tofu with gusto, oh no, feeding blood, when he suddenly felt his body in his arms go stiff, and seeing the priest's expression, he slightly opened his eyes and stared behind him.

The Blood Duke turned his head and found that a man appeared in the room at some point, looking at them expressionlessly.

"Chris..." The priest was very surprised. He subconsciously pushed away the vampire, who had no strength in the first place. As soon as he pushed him, he immediately fell against the wall.

Chris's eyes slowly moved from the blood stains at the corner of the priest's mouth to the vampire, then pulled out his staff and pointed it at Ans.

"No..." Yannick stopped, his voice sounded weak.Maybe it was a side effect of the blood he drank. He began to feel that his eyes were going black, and it was even more uncomfortable than before. It became extremely difficult to even utter a word. He wanted to raise his hand to grab Chris' staff, but he seemed powerless. .

When rivals in love meet each other, they are extremely jealous.

As the two closest friends of the silver-haired priest, the Duke of Blood, known as the greatest magician of later generations and one of the thirteen blood races created by the God of Darkness, what was the first official meeting between the three?

There is no record in the history books, and there may be countless legendary stories derived from gorgeous words that can be used to describe it, but the fact is that the mage in black stared coldly at the Duke of the Blood Race, with undisguised killing intent in his eyes, the staff One end of the arm was already aimed at the vampire, while the vampire was sitting on the ground, still holding the seriously injured priest in one hand, and the expression on his face was a bit subtle, even with a hint of sarcasm.

"Hey, the great autistic mage is here!" Ans had a malicious smile on his face. "What, you want to kill me? I suggest you don't, because you can't afford the revenge of the vampire, and let me know, when you slept with dear Yannick for the first time, I didn't forget that you are How did you treat me, throw me under the bed, and listen to the end, huh?"

"Shut up..." Yannick closed his eyes and frowned. While fighting against the sharp pain in his chest, he also had a headache from the scene in front of him.

I really want to die.

"You're the cat." It wasn't a question, but an affirmation, and Chris' face became even more gloomy.

"It's not easy, you finally discovered the secret!" The Blood Duke continued to stimulate the autistic mage, "Although unfortunately you took the first time, but you don't want to know how many times I did it with him afterwards, even just now, We did it once before we went out, oh, I can't count it, it's so distressing!"

Yannick: "..."

Chris: "..."

The black-clothed mage obviously prefers action to fighting with him, so he raised his hand without saying a word, thinking about what kind of spell to turn the vampire into ashes directly.

"...I want to say a few words to you," Yannick had to open his eyes, not saying a word would tear his wounds, which made him very much want to have a bright light or something, and directly look at the two people in front of him. Send it directly to the Goddess of Light.

Both the mage in black and the Duke of Blood stopped and looked at him.

The priest said with difficulty: "Stop, and, shut up, thank you."

An Si said lazily: "Honey, you can't be so unfair. I just saved your life regardless of my life, but now I am treated the same as him?"

Chris: "..."

The black-clothed mage who didn't want to talk directly expressed several meanings clearly with his eyes: Am I treating you badly? Why do you want to empathize?This adulterer has not been with you for as long as I have. What is he better than me?Why not let me kill him?

Yannick stroked his forehead, as a patient who was seriously injured and was about to die, why did he deal with this kind of problem at this time!

"Let me clarify," he said three times, and An Si immediately sympathized with him, facing the murderous gaze of the black-clothed mage.

"First, the immoral relationship with you, you are very clear, did not start with my willingness, and you never asked about my will."

"Second, although this relationship is very chaotic, I have tried to end it countless times and give you enough revenge, but both of you have saved me, and you have lived and died with me, I really can't do this There is no integrity or morality."

"Thirdly, let our chaotic relationship stop here, Chris, I will find a way to terminate the teacher-student contract with you, but the previous agreement between the two of us, if there is room for me to go up in the Holy See, I will try my best Get the magic materials you want. As for Ansair, the noble Duke of blood, you don't need to waste your precious time and energy on me, an ordinary priest, although I don't know what your purpose is. But with all due respect, my status in the Holy See is not enough to arouse your interest, if you want to disintegrate the regime from within the enemy, I suggest that you should also go to Archbishop Vanserich or Gustav."

He finished speaking in one go, and then lived up to everyone's expectations, his vision went dark, and he passed out directly.

There was a brief silence in the room.

After a while, the Blood Duke put on his mocking face again, and said to the black-clothed mage, "Why, didn't you hear what he said? Do you need me to summarize it for you, autistic mage? In fact, there is only one meaning in his words: you Get out of here, as far as you can."

Chris also heard it, but he was more able to hear the meaning behind Yannick's angry tone. He didn't want the two of them to fight and lose both. Of course, since the basic strength of this blood race is now zero, this It would be a unilateral beating and even killing by Chris, which means that Yannick didn't want this vampire to die.

This kind of recognition made him feel very unpleasant, but he also knew that if he killed this blood race now, then when the priest woke up, he might really be furious.

He promised to respect the wishes of the other party in the future.

The mage in black felt very unhappy. He pursed his lips and tried his best to suppress the strong desire to stab the vampire to death, then bent down and hugged the unconscious priest.

Ans sneered and continued to prod him: "He hates you and wants to terminate the contract with you, mage, I advise you not to make more serious mistakes."

Chris glanced at him: "He thinks that your purpose of approaching him is only for the Holy See." So you are worse than me.

"..." The sharp words of the mage in black hit the heart of the heart, and the glass heart of the Duke of Blood shattered to the ground.

Not long after the mage in black left with the priest in his arms, Ans also summoned his descendants to take him away. The room in the inn returned to tranquility, leaving only a messy pool of blood on the ground for the servant who came in to clean it the next day Panicked, they called Sophia, Avery and others, causing a lot of chaos.

Besides, on the side of the priest, he was taken by Chris to a remote hotel in the capital. Although the latter wanted to take him back to the Imperial Capital of Garter, he still hadn't forgotten the mission of the priest, so he was only allowed to stay away temporarily. Everyone's eyes, lest Yannick's injury cause more trouble.

The priest who drank the blood of the Duke of Blood, and was later poured countless bottles of blood-tonifying potions and wound healing potions by Chris finally woke up a day later. There was a scar that hurt when he moved, and maybe there was still a slight oozing of blood under the bandage, but he finally felt much better, at least he was able to speak normally.

"You're awake." Chris handed over another bottle of blood tonic.

Yannick twitched the corner of his mouth. He really didn't want to drink this stuff anymore. Although he was unconscious when he was unconscious, his body still remembered the smell, so that now he wanted to vomit when he smelled it.

"Where is this?" After using healing techniques to completely heal the wound, he looked around the surrounding environment, which looked strange.

"A hotel, close to the suburbs, I think you may need a quiet environment temporarily." Chris said.

"Thank you." Yannick breathed out, "How did you come here?"

"I have been in Mecklen for several days. I heard that you are going to challenge Richard Dilkin, so I sorted out his information, hoping to help you." The mage in black said in a low tone, "I didn't expect that You will be attacked."

Yannick was silent for a while, and remembered a more important thing: "Did you fight with Ans?"

Chris: "I may not be able to beat him, but I can poison him."

Yannick: "..."

Chris: "But I knew you wouldn't like it, so I didn't poison him."

Yannick: "..." Hahaha, this joke is not funny at all, is it?

Chris: "Can I kiss you?"

Yannick reacted a little slower: "...what?"

"Kiss you." The mage in black said, "You said you wanted to ask for your opinion."

"..." I wanted to say no.But looking at the serious expression of the mage in black, the priest knew that he had softened his heart a bit, sighed, and lightly stamped on the mage's lips.

However, the next development quickly exceeded expectations.

Yannick ignored the power of the man who had tasted the taste of lust under the double suppression of long-standing and jealousy. When he realized that the situation was getting out of control and planned to stop, it was already too late.

The priest's body is still a little weak. After all, this kind of spiritual loss of magic power cannot be recovered immediately, but Chris took care of his body very carefully, not letting him spend a little effort, and the priest didn't understand. , How did they suddenly develop from a shallow kiss to a disheveled embrace.

In particular, I was still sitting on the mage's body, in a posture that did not need to bear any force, and clung to the desire of his lower body.

All in all, when the Duke of Blood followed Yannick's aura to this hotel and this room, what he saw was such a bloody scene.

The jealous Duke of Blood was not in a hurry to tear the priest and the adulterer apart. As the party with a higher EQ, he knew that what he did was not only useless, but it might also arouse the resentment of the priest after he became angry. After all, there was no relationship between them and the priest. The priest has never made any promises to them under any contract. To put it bluntly, he and Chris are actively seducing the priest.

The Blood Duke set his battle policy in an instant: only by outsmarting, not by force.

So he sat down slowly, with an empathetic look of "you continue to leave me alone".

Seen by him like this, it would be a ghost if he could continue to do it. The distracted priest seemed to be poured with cold water, and he calmed down instantly. Anyway, his body had been seen many times by the two of them. The man, it would be too hypocritical to hide it halfway. The priest was also very calm, slowly moved away from Chris, and methodically re-buttoned the unbuttoned clothes.

Turning a blind eye to the murderous gaze of the mage in black, the Blood Duke showed an elegant and charming smile, but there was not much smile in those eyes.

"Master, you really don't have to look at me with such eyes. You must know that I already knew your existence before you, but I didn't jump up and down like a stag ignited by the flames of jealousy! Yannick is Freedom, he has the right to choose who to be with. Of course, technical issues often determine this. With all due respect, your technology, tsk tsk, is really not good! It can be seen from just now that Yannick has obviously I'm emotional, but what about you? You didn't shoot directly, but slowly stroking his back. What are you doing? Are you showing your consideration on the bed? If you are really considerate, the first time Shouldn't have gone on a rampage like that and made him bleed."

Chris: "..."

Yannick: "..."

What is there to say?

A rival in love is not scary, what is scary is a rival in love who is highly skilled and has watched you for the first time.

He has countless handles on you, and he can find countless faults with your skills.

Chris thought: Why didn't I stab him to death yesterday?

Then, he heard the other party say: "Give him to me, and I can give you the Necronomicon."

Chris froze, his eyes were terribly bright, and he stared at the Duke of Blood who was in full swing.