[Slow Travel] How to show affection correctly

Albert weighed the intact horn in his hand, and then continued to walk towards the black box suspended in mid-air.

Anjou's library is actually just a deceptive title. The real "world secret" is not the words recorded on the paper of the classics at all, but the thing sealed in the box-Cain's left hand.

Albert looked at the withered arm wrapped tightly in front of him, and couldn't help showing a mocking smile.

Obviously once launched a crusade against the blood clan in a righteous way, but the descendants of Anru are relying on the remnant limbs of the ancestor of the blood clan to survive. Even the patriarchs of each generation have to seal their souls and sacrifice the flesh and blood of themselves and their clansmen. Dedicated to the magic sheep, and all this is just to protect the so-called treasure.

How ironic.

But it was probably that woman who was really stupid, Taney Anjou.

After knowing all this, she chose to become the head of the family, and even when the demon sheep said that the sacrifices were not enough to exert its full power, she offered her heart to the greedy merman.

It's not worth doing for a family that has a hollow shell and is crumbling.

However, this is her own choice, and no one is qualified to interfere.

The ram's horns turned into exquisite quills, and were held to write ancient characters on the air.They are gradually deformed and bent together, forming a perfect circle.When the last word was finished, the dim red light lit up, twisting and wriggling like tentacles, sticky and disgusting.

An apparition of a man with blood-red bat wings on his back appeared in the sky.He glanced this way and said with a smile, "Long time no see, old friend."

No one alive knew what had happened that day in the library, and it was a long time later when Tani discovered that the sheep in the portrait was missing a horn.

But at this very moment, the ancient castle in the deep forest and its almost perfect defense are crumbling.

The interlocking and interlocking prohibitions are very powerful, but there is also an obvious flaw-once a certain part is destroyed, the whole will also collapse quickly.

The owner of the castle knew this, but at the same time had the conceit that no one could destroy even the smallest part of it.

So it shouldn't be like this.Cracked stone walls, shattered furniture, severely injured servants, and - the missing vampire.

Albert's face was gloomy, and a tyrannical aura kept appearing from his side, and the hidden prohibition deep in the castle was triggered to automatically operate.The broken rocks and broken wood on the ground floated up and returned to their proper positions one by one, but in the blink of an eye, the building returned to its original state.

Phil opened his eyes and stood up. There were no wounds on his body, not even a speck of dust on the surface of his clothes.

"Your Excellency." He lowered his head and stared at the patterns on the ground, not daring to look at the furious Albert.

This time it was his dereliction of duty, he even forgot that it was the night of the devil, the duke ordered the formation to start after sunset, but he miscalculated the time, otherwise the terrible monster would not have come in.

"what happened?"

Albert tried his best to suppress the surging and expanding power, and no one knew the strength of the restriction better than him.Even under the light of a full moon, those dark creatures whose strength had been amplified couldn't come in so easily, and the enchantment alone was enough to kill them.And similarly, in the face of enemies who could enter the castle, Phil could never be their opponent, so he didn't intend to vent his anger needlessly.

"My lord, it's a blood race."

"Strigoi?" The tyrannical desire surged in his heart, which made Albert's tone very bad: "Even the vampires at the elder level can't break the barrier."

"That's not elder level, but more powerful..." Phil clenched his fists, only in this way can he keep his hands from shaking with fear: "The third generation blood race that only exists in legends , Methuselah."

Methuselah, whether in the classics or oral traditions, they are all called "legendary blood race".

After the 13 people formed an alliance with each other and killed the second-generation blood family who were their parents, the Methuselahs tasted the bitter fruit.They are more heavily imprisoned by the world itself, their existence is rejected by the world, and the descendants of the clan will also begin to fear the sun, and eventually they can only become residents of the dark world forever.

Methuselah is too powerful, but also possesses strong self-esteem and competitiveness.They began to expand their clan without any scruples, and every time they turned human beings into the same kind of immortality, their own power became purer and stronger.And this is exactly their purpose - ascension to God.

After a long dark period, the world had to make a compromise.

The vampires must strictly abide by the prohibition, and the Methuselahs must not easily interfere with the affairs of the world.On the contrary, the imprisonment on them will be completely removed, and no one will be able to deprive them of their power.

"Don't call the blood race lightly. When that name is spoken, they will hear it immediately."

This is by no means sensational, the third-generation blood race is a terrifying existence for most creatures, and even the word "Methuselah" has become a taboo.

Legend has it that they have been tortured for a long time, and some extremes even chose to self-destruct because they couldn't bear the loneliness.And the remaining ones may have lost their minds and were caught and hunted in the gaps, or they may have hidden in hidden corners, or they may have mixed with humans to hide their eyes... In short, it has been a long time since I have heard of the first The traces of the three generations of blood clan.

But now, such a powerful monster came to the door by himself, and took away what belonged to him.

The man chuckled, "Phil, it's time for us to visit those guys."

Phil was taken aback, he raised his head, his eyes were filled with astonishment: "Your Excellency, you don't have to..."

Albert made a gesture to signal the other party to stop talking.

"Phil, I hope you understand that escaping is never the solution to trouble." The man turned and left after speaking, leaving only Phil standing alone in the aisle.

After a long time, the handsome young man shook his head helplessly.

The Duke will not allow anyone to question his decision, and what a servant needs to do is to obey orders, not mediocrity.

He walked to the window, staring at the golden clouds on the edge of the distance and stared in a daze.

When the first ray of sunlight fell on the young man's body, several small marks appeared on his cheeks, faintly visible.