Desire on the other side of blood

Because of my reasons, the original half-month visit ended early.

The cause of the incident soon spread to Sabat.Originally, many nobles expressed dissatisfaction with my post as Minister of Foreign Affairs, but they had to accept it under the pressure of Declan. Now I failed in my first mission after taking office. The rift between the two sides due to the Laclay incident even worsened, and many people began to reprimand me for my incompetence in public and demanded that I be replaced and selected as a new candidate.

But the dissatisfaction of the nobles was quickly suppressed by Declan.After several incidents of inexplicable casualties, no one mentioned the replacement of the foreign minister.

I didn't see how Declan settled the dispute, but I still expected his method.Because Sabat is a dictatorial society, Declan's personal will is the legal norm that everyone must abide by unconditionally.

I haven't been in good health since coming back from Hermons.Because of the weakness of the body, the wounds on his body could not heal for a long time, so Richard always frowned worriedly when he saw me.

Half a month later, I was asked to attend a public meeting I hadn't attended for a long time.Instead of going to the meeting, I found Diranko in his office half an hour before the meeting.

"You want to resign?" Dilanke sat behind the still black desk and looked at a document in his hand, but he didn't turn over a page for a long time.

"Yes." I said with a wry smile.

"Why?" He pushed his eyes and finally looked up at me.

"Because I can't do it." I looked at the two white scars on the palm of my hand and closed my palm.The bony deep wounds on both hands have healed, but there are still scars that will never heal, a constant reminder of what happened that day.

"Really?" He said lightly, with his usual sarcasm in his deep voice.His eyes were hidden in the white lenses, showing no emotion.

"Yes." I stood up straight and met his gaze.

"I know the whole story of what happened in Hermons. You don't need to take the blame and resign." He folded the documents in his hand and threw them aside, leaning back in his chair and looking at me.

"Even so, I have to resign." I lowered my head and smiled, and put the resignation letter in front of him.

He was silent for a while, and after a while he said, "What if I say, 'No'?"

I laughed again, with a little self-mockery in my voice, "You have a better candidate, don't you? What am I to you? A descendant, a subject, or a sex toy?"

Taking a deep breath, I asked the question I wanted to ask a long time ago, "Isn't it okay for me to be your sex toy obediently? Why do I still do those?"

"Sex toy?" He repeated it as if hearing this word for the first time, with a playful tone, "You yourself think you are my sex toy?"

"I……"

"If it's my sex toy, if you talk to me like this, should I punish you?" His fingers tapped a fixed rhythm on the table, his voice was neither soft nor heavy, and there was even a hint of pleasure.

The smile on my face froze for a moment, then slowly widened.

I know what he means by "punishment".There will always be only one kind of punishment he will give me.

And that kind of punishment, I've already gotten used to it, haven't I?

I started to undress.He was sitting there, just sitting, without blocking or making other movements, but the corner of his mouth was slightly curved.

I took off all the clothes on his body, sorted the documents on his desk aside, and then lay down.

He stood up and bent down on top of me.

Even though my eyes are closed, I can still feel his cold gaze engraving on my body inch by inch.Even though he was used to it, his hands still involuntarily grasped the edge of the table tightly.

"You're nervous." He unceremoniously tore apart the illusion I was trying to cover up, "When you're nervous, this place will be especially tense." He bent one of my legs and directly inserted three fingers into me in the body.

"Hmm..." The sudden expansion made me feel very uncomfortable, I barely suppressed the moan that came out of my mouth, and tried to relax my body.

After thrusting his fingers inside the body for a while, there was no further movement.

"Your tattoo is very beautiful, it suits you very well." He suddenly said something irrelevant, and pulled out his finger.

His fingertips lingered over my tattoo, and he wiped his fingers with a handkerchief, "...it can arouse men's lust very much."

After saying this, he sat down again and put the resignation letter in the drawer.

"I'll let Richard take your place, 100 years, I'll give you 100 years, you can do whatever you want, but after 100 years, I have to see you here. You, or your body."

I opened my eyes and turned my head to look at him blankly, unable to hide the astonishment on my face.

Today's Dulan is a bit abnormal.Just the only thing I can be sure of right now.

I don't even know how to respond.

"You occupied my desk, Chris." Declan smiled lightly, took off his glasses and rubbed his temples, his green eyes were obviously tired, "I still have a lot of documents to deal with. If you must stay here, I don't mind handing over these documents to you."

I quickly left his office.After saying goodbye to Richard and Elena, I left Wen Ermi, and then left the bloodland.

I have 100 years.I told myself.

In 100 years, I can do many things and forget many things.

I went to the human world alone.

I'm trying to re-experience life as a human being.

Europe in the middle and late eighteenth century.

……

In Bucharest in the morning, there is always the fragrance of earth and flowers.Sitting by the window, you can even smell the sweet cake scent from Miss Joyce next door.

The clock hanging in the living room "Dangdang" struck seven times, and I heard the sound of the fence outside the small garden "squeaking" on time.

The cheerful footsteps unique to young people sounded outside the door, from far to near, accompanied by the out-of-tune singing of the master.

The door was forcefully opened, and while the bright morning sun poured into the room, the clear boy's voice also jumped into the room.

"Father, I'm back! Haha..." The boy with a cute baby face stood at the door with his hips akimbo and laughed triumphantly.

I stood up helplessly from the sofa, put on my coat, and handed him a cup of red liquid that I had prepared.

"Drink it quickly, I've been waiting for you for a long time." I yawned and said, "I ran to Jolanda Farm in the middle of the night to prepare this for you, and I have to catch up on sleep later."

He took it and sniffed it carefully, then sniffled his nose in disgust, and pretended to want to vomit, "Why is it cow's blood again? I've already drank cow's blood, and if this continues, I feel like I'm going to turn into a cow's blood." Alright, moo..."

I have heard similar words for countless years, and I just sat back on the sofa, not even bothering to talk to him.

He blinked his bright blue eyes, squatted down, rested his chin on my knee, and the soft hair on the right side of his head was raised lazily, so cute that he had nothing to say.

"Father..." he called me sweetly.

"Huh?" I just closed my eyes, struggling with the Sandman.

He blinked again, "Shall we go... hunting?"

I suddenly opened my eyes and looked at him coldly, "Yig, do you know what you're talking about?"

"Of course I know!" He curled his lips in disdain, "Isn't it just hunting humans! What's the big deal?"

"I've told you many times, that won't work!" I categorically refused and closed my eyes again.

He shook my leg unwillingly, and again, I ignored him.

He snorted and muttered unhappily, "Didn't you say that Sabat has no commandments to obey? What does it matter if you hunt a few humans! If other blood races know that I have never drank human blood, then Am I going to die laughing at them?"

"What did you say?" My voice became a little colder.

He was silent all of a sudden, but he still pouted his lips in disbelief, as if he wanted to say something but dared not.

Seeing him like that, no matter how angry he was just now, he can only let it go.

I touched his head, trying to push down the tuft of hair, but when I let go, the tuft of hair rose again.

"Egg, how is Miss Joyce next door treating you?"

"Very good!" He tilted his head and thought for a while, "Miss Joyce makes cakes for me every day, she treats me very well."

"Then if one day Miss Joyce becomes the prey of other blood races and is killed, what will happen to you? You must know that Sabat's blood races never leave alive when hunting. "

"I..." Ige thought for a while, and said discouragedly: "I just want to try human blood! It's fine if I don't kill people! And..." He glanced at me carefully, "Everyone knows, Joey Miss Si is kind to me, not all because of you."

I twisted his face funny, "When I think you can drink human blood, I will let you drink it naturally. As for Miss Joyce..." I smiled, "She is a good girl, she must will find a good home."

"But I'm already 75 years old!" Yige still muttered dissatisfied.

"75 years old, in my opinion is still very young." I patted him on the shoulder, got up and went upstairs to go to bed, halfway through, I remembered another thing.

"Ig, remember to clean up." I turned around and said to Ig, who was slumped on the sofa and kept rolling, "We have to leave here next month."

"Leave again?!" Yige yelled unhappily, and continued to roll and roll.

……

Yige, also known as Ignatz.Evans, is my descendant.

In the third year after I left Wermi and came to the human world, I found him in the Alps near Austria and Italy, not long after his death.

He lay there, half of his body was buried in the ice and snow, but he kept his eyes open and pointed to the sky with one hand.I found the desire for life in those already dilated blue pupils, so I rescued him and gave him new life.

He also has beautiful blue eyes.Looking into his eyes, one can feel that one is looking at the deep blue sky.

Although I was afraid to look him in the eyes for a long time, because it reminded me of many things in the past.

Time always flies by.Iger was 19 when he died, but he is now 75.

Over the past 50 years, we have traveled to many places and met many human beings, but we can only live in one place for a few years at a time, and then leave.Because we don't grow old, and people around us are getting old and disappearing.

And now, having lived in Bucharest for 7 years, it was time for us to leave again.

……

PS: Bucharest is the capital of Romania, although Rome was not called Romania at that time

As for Little Igger, I belong to Oates the prehistoric iceman, I hope Mr. Oates will not be revived by me

Ötzi the Iceman is a well-preserved natural mummy discovered in 1991 on the Ötztal Glacier in the Alps, near the border between Austria and Italy.The mummy was named after the valley where it was found.The ice man lived around 3300 BC, making him the oldest human mummy in Europe.