murder poppy

The white moon disappears in the clouds, and the birdsong and dew accompany the night.

The guest room is still empty, the pure black coffin makes the atmosphere quiet and solemn, and the oil flower vases used for decoration have not been replaced yet.

"Matthew's silence is very interesting." Andre leaned against the coffin and said with his eyes closed, "Any guesses?"

He asked Matthew such an outrageous and pragmatic question why he didn't destroy the book full of spells, and in exchange for Matthew's long silence and evasion.

Of course, Andre could think of countless answers at that moment, such as being wary of blood races, longing for power, and reluctant to give up forbidden techniques.These reasons are reasonable and logical, and they are almost perfect except that they cannot be put on the table.

But he enjoys the speechless expressions and emotions of those compassionate and righteous human beings.The ugliness revealed after piercing the fig leaf made Andre disgusted, but he still couldn't think of it.

It's as if constantly confirming the evil of nature can fill any vacancy.

The inescapable taste of the blood race.

Lyons ignored him for a long time, waiting for the vampire who spurned humans, recalled every expression and movement of Matthew, and came to a precious conclusion: "There is a problem with that book."

"A book full of forbidden techniques is like Pandora's box, of course there are problems."

"The blood race has disappeared for hundreds of years, and the new king has long lost the concept of war and crisis. The formation against the blood race is useless to the royal family." Lyons said.

After the Great War, the king changed for three generations, and the church also experienced changes.The blood race is reclusive and resolute. In an instant, the demons that ravaged the world disappeared completely. Those massacres and disasters were nothing but a dream for the short-lived human beings.

"Today's royal family is obsessed with wine, sex, and power. Nobles are raised like plump guinea fowls in the circle. Violence is something they can do, but aggression is not." Lyons understates, but the content is extremely sharp.

Andre had no impression of the royal family.Before he fell asleep, human beings were ruled by the Bernal family. The monarch was a middle-aged man in his 40s with a haggard face and eyes like hawks.

After Vijorel basically put down the civil strife, he received an "invitation" from Bernal I, intending to sign a treaty with the blood race, with the dense forest as the boundary, the blood race will no longer easily hunt and kill humans, and humans will provide supplies.

The provisions of the treaty have not been implemented, and there are countless people in the blood clan who refuse to accept Vijorel, and Vijorel cannot represent the entire blood clan.And Bernal I didn't really want to use his life to submit to the blood clan.

It was an exquisite Hongmen banquet, there were no hunters, no priests, just a tired human being playing around with all the vampires.

The treachery and strength of human beings are fully displayed in Bernal I.

Vijorel said that Bernal had desires and abilities, but he controlled his desires under the country and the people. He could control his courtiers and civilians with greed and brutality, and he could also govern the country with kindness and tolerance for disaster relief.

"That's a pity." Andre suddenly felt a little regretful when he thought of the human beings wrapped in golden thrones and red robes.

Andre fell into a distant memory, and Lioness didn't know about it, but this was the first time Andre showed emotions other than pity and sarcasm towards humans.

"Bernar is a good king," Andre concluded, as the end of the memory.

"If you're talking about the old king," said Lyons.

The hunter's expression did not show admiration or gratitude, but more of indifference and rejection.

The only slight nostalgia for Bernal was fleeting, and turned into an inquiry directed at Lyons, and Andre raised his eyebrows: "It sounds like the chief doesn't like Bernal."

Lyons chose to remain silent on this.

Andre narrowed his eyes, and suddenly realized that human beings are different from human beings, otherwise why Matthew's silence seemed ridiculous and funny, while Lyons' silence could not arouse any inner joy.

"The one who is in power now is Bernal IV, the nephew of the old king." Lyons said, "The two sons of the old king are of mediocre qualifications. Year-old nephew, support the puppet to take power."

The Bernal family is a bad debt. When the old king was alive, there were rumors of the queen's adultery with other nobles. The king has no successors. One of the two sons is stupid and the other is bad. They lost to the powerful and ambitious uncle. Tong Tong was beheaded and executed.

Now Bernal IV is a spoiled child, obsessed with beauty all day long. The Duke of Bernal is in power, but he doesn't govern the country, he just wants to collect money and treasures in his own treasury.

"The royal family is in vain, and it all depends on the pope to handle state affairs. It is also the pope's order that the blood hunt can be settled in the northern district." Lyons said, "so the ban on war is not attractive to the royal family."

This episode of noble secrets was chaotic and vulgar, without the beauty of the story, nor the pleasure of gossip, and Andre felt a little tormented hearing it.

"Bernar's younger brother lived a long life," Andre said.

"They have a age difference of more than 20 years." Reigns replied lightly, "But the Duke does live a long life, and he will be one hundred and five years old in two days."

There is a 20-year age difference between the brothers, and the nobles of the old king's generation would not stop.Andre accepted this setting frankly, after all, he didn't want to repeat the complicated kinship of human beings again.

"The power is in your hands, the house is full of gold and jewels, what else can the Duke not get?" Andre chuckled, tapping the coffin with his fingertips, like an out-of-key nursery rhyme, mocking human delusion, "Of course, life-threatening short."

"It is obvious to all that Matthew and his wife stay young forever. Even if Matthew can cover it up later, the royal family has many eyes, and they will always find clues. At this time, the Duke, who is more than [-] people, is getting old, and his slow body and thinking make him resentful. Not reconciled, so he looked around for the secret of longevity. And he gradually discovered that Matthew seems to never grow old, and this old wizard must have secret secrets that can prolong human life." Andre lowered his eyelashes in satisfaction, looking at Lyons, "A complete and plausible story."

Lyons listened silently, and asked, "How do you explain the matter of Manda?"

Andre looked at Lyons innocently and "accused": "Your advisor is not omniscient. Sir, please work hard."

Andre doesn't have any evidence, it's just speculation.But the blood race has a comprehensive understanding of the negative aspects of human nature. The Duke of Bernal in the story is so lifelike that Lioness can imagine how he will force Matthew to hand over the forbidden book.

But these have nothing to do with blood hunting.What matters is Manda's strangeness and that weird psychiatrist.These cases related to blood clans are what hunters should deal with.

"When Manda wakes up, I need to talk to her." Lyons stopped talking about Bernal, and Matthew concealed the matter, so Bloodhunter had no position to intervene in the struggle between the royal families.

Andre heard the rustling grass blades shaking outside the window, the weather was a bit gloomy, the clouds rolled and condensed, and the sun was covered before it appeared.

"Clap."

Andre stared at the window with a thin line across it: "It's raining."

Wiesenor is not a climate short of rain, with precipitation in all seasons.

The rain was menacing, from the beginning of gentle dripping to rapid slapping, the ground quickly accumulated puddles, and the ripples and vibrations covered the color of the land.

Heavy rains are common in deep forests, and Andre is familiar with the damp and rotten air after rain. He doesn't hate rain, just a little bit.

"After this rain, the subtle breath outside the villa is indistinguishable."

"Has there been a blood race here?" Lyons asked immediately.

Andre shook his head: "At least in the places we have been, there is no smell of blood."

Matthew's other garden is huge in size, and the courtyard part is particularly spectacular in order to arrange the magic circle.Andre didn't smell the same kind of breath here, and it had something to do with the complicated magic circle.

"Mr. Lynes." The knock on the door interrupted Lynes' thoughts, and Matthew's tone was a little hasty, as if there was something important.

When Lioness opened the door, Matthew stared blankly at the situation inside the room, and saw the huge coffin in the center and the vampire on top of it.

"..."

The atmosphere drifted in a strange direction. The decoration of the guest room was supervised by Matthew himself. Even though he hadn't lived in it for a long time, he was the one who knew the structure of the villa best.

But now... the simple and unadorned house and the gloomy coffin made him unable to remember what kind of house he built back then.

"Mr. Matthew." Reines blocked Matthew's sight, calmly as if the room contained a cross and a Bible, "What's the matter?"

"Manda... she remembered."

Rainy days seem to have magical magic.

The rapid raindrops are like drumbeats, like the second hand ticking out of sleep.Manda's face was still pale, and the dirty skirt was replaced with clean pajamas, and the dust on the soles of her feet was wiped off with a damp cloth.Humidity and heat enveloped her, as if caught in a vortex of thoughts.

After seeing off Andre and Lyons, Matthew sat in the bedroom for a long time, motionless like a stone sculpture.

Manda saw the deep furrow between his lover's eyebrows, saw the serious worry in his eyes, and suddenly said, "Is there something wrong with me?"

"You were hurt, I remember." Manda closed her eyes, blocking Matthew's words of consolation and denial. A sentence between a lover represents state, thinking, and choice.

"It's not heavy, it will be fine soon." Matthew touched his bandaged left hand, "I'll call them for you."

Manda nodded, nestled in the soft and warm quilt, like a tired deer found its home.

When Andre saw Manda, he immediately confirmed that this woman was different from the one in the secret room, her smell remained the same, but her eyes were completely different.

He is a gentle, family-friendly, virtuous wife, not a frivolous, dangerous enemy.

"There is no change in smell." Andre thought so, but said such a sentence to Lyons.

Lyons nodded and said to Manda: "Madam, Mr. Matthew said you remembered something."

"I remembered a part, some fragments." Manda nodded, looking a little hesitant, then pursed her lips and looked at Lyons, "I'm just talking to you."

Andre raised his eyebrows immediately, and carefully looked at the weak woman lying on the bed, without malice or treachery.

Pure and worrying, it's a nice smell.

Andre showed a helpless and annoyed smile, and looked at Manda: "Does Madam not trust me and your husband?"

Manda bit her lower lip tightly, feeling guilty.

All the behaviors were reasonable and kind, and Andre's sense of smell told him that in front of him was a white rose fluttering in the rain.At the same time, this was the first time Andre had doubted his sense of smell.

Lyons cast his gaze at him, asking if there was anything unusual, and Andre shook his head calmly, with creases between his brows that could not go away.

"Don't mind, ma'am, we are here to help you and Mr. Matthew. Time is yours." Andre comforted softly, and grabbed Matthew and left the bedroom.

"What kind of person is your wife?" Andre suddenly asked in the noisy corridor with the sound of rain falling.

Matthew looked nervous and sad, from the time he met Manda to how the two depended on each other and loved each other in the chaos of war.

This man who has experienced war and the ugliness of the world is joyful and happy when talking about love.

Andre looked at the closed door, and suddenly realized that maybe the blood race is not worthy of understanding and seeing pure and kind human beings.

If you live with darkness and ugliness for too long, you will hesitate when you see beautiful flowers.