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Matthew used the forbidden method to prolong his life. Since he kept forgetting the knowledge of the formation, he could only spend a lot of time learning and consolidating basic skills, and resisting the curse by cultivating muscle memory.

People who have not suffered from the retrospective curse cannot understand its horror. Longevity is a tempting candy, let alone the royal family that sits on the entire Wesenor.

Many gentlemen in the nobles have some bad habits.They think highly of themselves, and think that with the scepter in hand, it means that a person has left the mortal body and stood on the throne of God.How could someone with such noble blood and outstanding abilities die so easily?

Matthew knows what the royal family thinks, let alone hand over the backtracking forbidden law. The magic beyond the ability of ordinary people is Pandora's box.Bring hope when the blood race invades, and bring the seeds of despair after the disaster is over.

No one knows what these formations will be used for, or whether the royal family will use civilians for experiments in order to learn deeper spells.

Matthew has been with the nobles for more than 100 years and doesn't mind speculating on their minds from the most vicious angle, so this book cannot be obtained by the royal family anyway.

"I thought that the fewer people who knew this secret, the better, but now it seems that my ability is not enough to protect it." Matthew handed the book to Lyons, with vicissitudes on his brows that did not match his youthful appearance, "No De is my friend, and I believe you are worthy of this book."

The birth of spells and formations originated from fighting against blood races. After the war, blood hunting is indeed the best place to preserve this knowledge.

Lyons took the book, and Matthew breathed a sigh of relief.

"I've never heard the name Dai Zhu, so I can't help you much." Matthew said, "I hope you can save Manda."

"Dai Zhu?" Lioness was puzzled by the unfamiliar name. Matthew had mentioned this name since he entered the door. It seemed to be a key person, but he had no impression of it.

"Doctor Tian." Andre replied.

"Dai Zhu is a...very magical vampire." Andre looked a little nostalgic, but also a little strange. Dai Zhu was a special "long-time friend".

"I rarely see him. To be precise, almost no blood race has seen him. Dai Zhulai is extremely gifted in mind reading, even the blood emperor is inferior to him. But this is not what makes him unique." Andre thought for a while and said, "He is not afraid of any silverware or holy artifacts, nothing can kill him."

The faces of Lyons and Matthew suddenly became serious.

An unkillable vampire, the kind of disaster no one wants to hear about.

Lyons said with a sullen face, "Blood Hunt has never recorded such a vampire."

Andre didn't take it seriously, and mocked with the corners of his mouth hooked: "You don't know too much. Dai Zhu is a lone wolf. He is not good at killing or eating. His favorite thing is human beings. Human beings are the only things he has ever seen. The most changeable and elusive creature. Observation is Dai Zhu's only hobby. Nothing can kill him because his consciousness lasts forever."

Andre looked at the ugly faces of the two humans in the room, knocked on the door frame and said in relief: "As long as it is a living thing, there will always be weaknesses. Dai Zhu's physical fitness is almost the same as that of ordinary humans, as long as you can catch it before being read. Hold him, and he will be like a lamb in the sheepfold."

Matthew breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the words, and hurriedly asked: "Then Manda, is it because of him that Manda became like that?"

"I can only say it's possible." Andre replied indifferently, his eyes squinting across Lyons, "After all, I dragged the detective back, and it's obvious that I have no position to interrogate Dai Zhu."

Lyons was looked at by Andre with a strange feeling in his heart. In the past, he could ignore the unreadable eyes of vampires from time to time without changing his expression, but this time he paid special attention to it.

"Besides, what is Dai Zhu controlling Manda? Why did he appear in the morning crow?" Lyons looked away and analyzed, "there is a lot of people behind the morning crow, but they are all among the royal family and the church." faction, let a vampire settle in the Dawn Crow..."

Lyons hid the second half of the sentence, but everyone present understood it.

Matthew looked terrified, and then showed an expression of resentment.Andrei raised his eyebrows and smiled jokingly.

If the royal family lured wolves into the house, then this southern district would really become a colosseum of power that wanted to be concealed.

Matthew was shattered by this speculation. Even though he was disappointed with the nobles and resented the corruption of the royal family, he never left the Southern District.

This is his hometown, the land where he has struggled and lived all his life.The palace, which was hidden behind layers of branches, was once inhabited by a decisive monarch, but now it looks like a tree that has been emptied.

After thinking about it for a while, Matthew decided to leave. The forbidden technique has been handed over to Lyons, and staying in the southern district will only face more dangers.

Lions took Matthew and Manda back to the North District. The matter of the Morning Crow was complicated and confusing, and the power behind it was too high. There would be no progress if he insisted on staying here. It is better to go back to the North District first, at least to ensure Matthew's safety.

Andre still wanted to visit Manda again, but was "threatened" by Lioness in the name of the detective and went back to the guest room.

"Clothes." Lioness said, picking up the wound medicine that hadn't been taken back from the table.

Andre frowned and froze for a while, then sat on the other side in refusal: "Human medicine is useless to me."

"Really." Lyons put down the medicine bottle, quickly pulled out the dagger with his left hand and threw it out, and cut the clothes against Andre's back. A small part of the bandage was dyed red in the slender opening, but it was obvious Be stopped a lot.

Andre gave a "tsk", held the handle of the flying knife with his right hand, and threw it back unceremoniously.

"Hey."

The dagger was stuck in the place where Lions pointed, and the cold light reflected the squinted-eyed vampire.

"The bleeding has stopped a lot, and your body is more honest." Lioness pushed the wound medicine over, found another piece of clothing, pulled out the dagger and put a flower back around his waist.

Andre knew that the wound on his back had begun to scab, and the wound medicine was useful, but the reason why he refused the wound medicine was very simple, and it was very troublesome to apply the medicine.

The powder will fall on places other than the wound on the back, and the bandage will have to be rewrapped.The habit of belonging to the blood clan tells Andre that the wound can heal overnight, and the application of medicine is purely something that weak human beings can do.

The vampire refused to accept it and chose the cold war.Lyons hugged his clothes and waited across the table until the candle was half fused, and the faint smell of blood in the air was not less than half.

The hunter put down his clothes, and stood behind the vampire with a cold face holding the wound medicine: "I'll do it for you."

He paused for half a second, and added: "Otherwise, there will be no compensation for work-related injuries."

The weird threat pleased the vampire in a very tricky way. I don't know if it was for the few gold coins or for the slightly petty and naive speech of Lioness. In short, Andre gritted his teeth happily and took off his clothes, waiting for Lions to help him change the medicine.

The sticky feeling of the back soaked in blood was particularly obvious after the skin touched the air, and the violent aesthetics of the blood race immediately felt contradictory.

Is the bloody wound beautiful, or the dirty and disgusting sticking to the back? This is a topic with trans-epochal significance.

And Andre calmly accepted the matter of changing the dressing at the moment when the wetness and dryness intersected.

The hunter's rough fingertips rubbed against his skin from time to time, and the aroma of vodka wafted in the air, intoxicating from the nasal cavity.

Andre closed his eyes, and the unique healing breath on the gauze was also mixed at the tip of his nose, strange and fresh.

"That book, I want to read it." Andre straightened his back, his eyes were on the cloak hanging at the door, which contained the notes that Matthew gave Andre.

The bandage tightened suddenly, and Lyons pulled into the bandage with both hands and tied a not-so-good-looking bow on his waist, and gave a decisive answer: "No."

Andre stood up, put on his clothes, shook his fingers and said, "I just want to inform you, sir."

Lyons frowned and saw the familiar spine of the book held by Andre's right hand.

Andre quickly flipped through the notes. The formations studied by Matthew were not particularly advanced, and it was not difficult to understand. Before Lioness couldn't help but make a move, Andre raised the corner of his mouth and showed one of the pages of the notes to Lions.

The notes are all handwritten by Matthew, perhaps for the convenience of reading, the notes are neat, and the format has been carefully selected.

The side shown by Andre is a simple protective formation. There are two traces with rough edges between the seams of the book. If you don't pay attention to it, you can't find it at all.

The notes were incomplete and someone tore out two pages from it.

"There is no spell about longevity or retrogression at all." Andre was very satisfied with Lioness' expression, and handed the note back to Lions, "Matthew's behavior in handing over the note is too decisive. When life is in danger, My lover had something strange, and I had no choice but to ask Nord for help, but I didn't mention the note, how could I panic because of a Dai Zhu who has never been masked?"

"An unrecorded high-level vampire is enough to attract the attention of the entire church." Lyons closed his notes and said, "But from the standpoint and logic, there is no doubt about Matthew's behavior."

"But the content about backtracking is indeed missing." Andre said, "Except for Matthew, can anyone else accurately tear up these two pages without his knowledge?"

"The guess is reasonable, and it's one of the possibilities." Lioness agreed with Andre's idea without any hesitation.

Andre and Lyons looked at each other, and the other was frank and sincere, without any frustration of being refuted.Andre was bored by the stereotype of the hunter, and said: "I want to go to Manda again. Dai Zhu's mind-reading skills can awaken people's desires and guide behavior through hints. That is to say, if there are no ideas and trends, Dai Zhu can't do anything about it. The other 'she' is doing what Manda thinks."

"That's something Manda mentioned. 'She' was there to protect Matthew and the notes," Lyons said.

"That's true. Then what did she say later?"

"..." Lyons pondered for a moment before replying, "One day, she won't feel the other self, and when the other Manda acts, the memory will disappear."

"If the appearance of 'her' is guided by Dai Zhu, then the source is the love for Matthew and the hatred for the royal family. And the eyes of another Manda in the secret room looking at Matthew, there is absolutely no love."

Reigns was noncommittal, the woman that night was hideous and terrifying, completely different from the gentle and virtuous Manda in ordinary times, if he had to tell why, Reins would describe the other Manda as a monster occupying a magpie's nest.

"Being independent from the desire to be born from it, and even occupying the original consciousness, this is not something that can be done by mind reading, even Dai Zhu." Andre rolled his eyes, "This couple, there is no secret. few."

Dai Zhu's appearance provides answers to some puzzles, but he is not the final answer.

Andre is familiar with Dai Zhu. This man from the East is a pure outsider. He does not communicate with other blood clansmen, nor does he look for blood slaves or partners in human society.

Every time they meet again, Dai Zhu will have a new identity. He keeps observing human beings and wanders in the world like a ghost.

It is impossible for such a person to intentionally plant a personality completely opposite to hers in Manda's spirit.