Desire on the other side of blood

I am now standing in the line of applicants at the gate of the Baronik Library.

Standing on tiptoe, I glanced at the densely packed people in front of me, and then at the line behind me winding to nowhere, and I could only sigh in my heart.

If it wasn't for Modo, I probably would never have come to this place.

The Baronik Library is like Hermons' national resource bank. Only nobles with positions above the baron can enter and leave here. Naturally, the requirements for the staff are also very high. From birth to appearance, everything is considered.

I looked down at the clothes I was wearing.A half-new white high-necked open shirt, a pair of black tight trousers, and a pair of brown boots, compared with the formal attire of the people around him who can attend the banquet at any time, it is like a field mouse that just came from the country and hides in A group of fat, oily, fat mice looked around.

Thinking of this inappropriate metaphor, I laughed lowly, seeing that no one was paying attention to me, I straightened my clothes and stood with my head bowed.

"I heard that only one person will be recruited this time?" The men in front seemed impatient and began to chat in a low voice.

"Yes. It's a rare event in a century to recruit people in the Baronik Library. The last time seems to be 150 years ago!"

"I heard that there is a vacancy this time because a guy suddenly went crazy and ran to the human world to suck the blood of a girl and was burned to death by humans."

"I think even if he returns to Hermons, he won't be able to escape the fate of being sanctioned, right? His Majesty Felian strictly forbids killing humans at will."

"His Majesty Felian is too kind. I really can't imagine the days when we have to live on blood products in the future."

"Speaking of which, the Demon Party doesn't have so many precepts to abide by. Last time I went there, the women there can definitely drain your energy in one night."

"God, you actually went there! Who doesn't know that Sabat's women are dissolute by nature, all of them are whores, how can they compare with our Bruhe women?"

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I don't know how long it took, I heard someone calling my name in front of me, and it was finally my turn.

Follow the guide into a corridor, go to the innermost part and push open a huge wooden door engraved with the typical bat emblem of the Bruch tribe.

There was a person sitting in the room, who should be today's interviewer.

"Your name is Kairos. Von. Lambert?" Mr. interviewer looked at my file and raised his glasses with his hand.

"Yes." This was my first interview, and I tried not to look too reserved.

"Are you originally Hungarian?"

"Precisely, I was before I died. I'm a good citizen of Hermons now."

"How did you die? You were only 21 when you died."

"Murder." I smiled. This real Kailos really has many similarities with me.

"Very good." The interviewer just asked some non-work-related questions casually, then he put down the file in his hand, folded his arms around his chest and leaned back on the back of the seat, the lenses glowed silvery white under the light.

His eyes were hidden behind the glasses, making it difficult to see the emotion, but I was sure he was looking at me with a sharp look that made me uncomfortable.

Still, I sat up straight and looked up at him.

"Very good." He repeated, reaching out to take off his glasses and rubbing his temples.

He had gray eyes that looked soft without the glasses.

"Congratulations, Mr. Lambert, I have decided to hire you." He suddenly smiled, and then put on his glasses again.

"Uh, so fast?" I made no secret of my surprise.This is too fast!

"I think so." He knocked on the table, and immediately a lady came in from the door.

"Let everyone in line outside go, I already have a suitable candidate."

"But..." The lady glanced at me, hesitated, "Mr. Cartney introduced by Viscount Ward has not had an interview yet, do you think it is..." She said this implicitly, that Mr. Cartney must have been an internal appointment Candidate, but was kicked down by me, a dark horse who appeared halfway.

"Whitney, I don't think it's necessary to say what I said twice." The voice became a little colder.

"Yes, sir, I'll go right away." She slammed the door shut as if frightened, obviously this Miss Whitney was very afraid of the interviewer.

"I think you should be very curious about why I hired you." Mr. interviewer smiled again.

"Yes, I think there are many people out there with better conditions than me." I shrugged.

"Because of your name." Crossing his fingers under his chin, he has very slender fingers, the hands of a natural pianist, "my mother is also Hungarian, her name is Margaret. West, Wes The cherished jewel of the Turt family, and you, Mr Lambert, bear the same name as her nephew who died young."

"I am very honored."

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Lambert." He stood up and stretched out his palm, "My name is Dotley. Jesse Mai, the curator of the Baronik Library, I hope we can cooperate happily in the future."

So it was unbelievable that I actually became a staff member of the Baronik Library.

The work is actually not complicated, it is nothing more than arranging books and cleaning, and I can help the gardener cut flowers and trees when I have nothing to do, although the three libraries that are the size of a basketball court are all within the scope of my duties .

There are not many people in the Baronik Library, especially during the day.This is the best thing for me, I still have a lot to figure out about this world, and the books in the library that exude a faint scent of ink are naturally my first choice.

I climbed up the escalator and found a "Blood Dictionary" on the 15th floor of the bookshelf. After thinking about it, I turned to the page of "The Hidden Alliance".

The Camarilla, or Camarilla, the largest surviving blood faction, was formed after the "Great Revolution" in the fifteenth century.There are seven main clans: Bruhe, Vanjo, Makavi, Torredo, Rimor, Gangro, and Nofel.The capital Hermons.Language: Camarilla.Current ruler (1721): Felian.Ignatias.

Turning to the next page, I saw "The Sabbat Alliance".

The Sabbat Alliance, namely Sabat, also known as the "Hand of Darkness", is Kamarilla's old enemy.There are six main clans: Le Senba, Jimijia, Ashamai, Xitai, Giovanni, and Revono.The capital is La Claire.Language: Sabhat.Current ruler (1671): Declan.Galbraith.

"Hey, it's so complicated?" He was about to go down the escalator with a book in hand, when he heard voices from behind two rows of bookshelves.

"Uh...uh...Philip, don't do this, people will see you." It was a young woman's voice.

"What are you afraid of? No one will come here." A man's voice followed by the rustling of clothes.

"Uh...ha...Phil...you're awesome...uh..."

The lewd voice hit my eardrums, and I could only roll my eyes to the sky.My luck is really good, I can even run into someone cheating on me here!

Not wanting to disturb others, I quietly walked out.

It is daytime now, and the weather is a bit hot.Although the blood race is not afraid of the sun, but exposed to the sun without any cover, there will still be needle-like pain on the skin.

I lay down under the shade of a big tree, put my hands behind my head, looked at the blue sky and floating clouds, and immediately felt a little drowsy and drowsy.

I feel someone is watching me.

He opened his eyes suddenly, but what he saw was a clear blue.Nothing else can be seen in the field of vision, all are occupied by that touch of blue.

That is a pair of eyes.A pair of very clean eyes, like a clear spring without any impurities.

Those eyes stared at me, blinked slowly twice, and then the owner of the eyes laughed softly, "What are you looking at?"

I recognized this voice, it was the voice of the man I heard in the room just now.

"It's nothing." I sat up, and most of the favor I felt for the owner of these eyes had been reduced.

"Are you new here? How come I haven't seen you before?" He sat down beside me carelessly.He was wearing a silk shirt, the front of which was wide open at this time, revealing a large white chest, with a lady's lipstick mark on it.

"Yes." Although his voice is nice, I'm not interested in talking to him.

"Everyone here calls me Phil, what's your name?" He tilted his head and looked at me.Dark brown half-length hair hung on his shoulders, and a few strands fell into his placket, fluttering up and down with his breathing.

Not far away, the big clock on the top of the bell tower rang five times slowly.

"Ah, it's finally time." Maybe it was rude, but my response made it clear to him that I didn't want to answer his question.

Standing up and stretching, under his gaze, I turned and left without looking back.