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Bernal disappeared for two whole weeks, and all the ministers who came to visit were blocked by the attendants on the grounds that His Majesty was ill.Regardless of closeness, regardless of title, Bernal was gone.

Rumors about His Majesty's serious illness spread among the nobles, and the guards around Bernal changed twice.

Some say the king is cursed beyond recognition, others that the king is actually dead and now lives in his body with a bloodthirsty demon.

There are all kinds of rumors among the civilians, and the disappearance of Bernal IV is used as a talking point in taverns, stables, and even on the beds of prostitutes who are brightly lit at night.

But no one in the real palace dared to make any remarks on this matter.Some attendants had seen Bernal IV, who was as skinny as a skeleton, rush out of the side hall in fright at night.

The bodyguard's body was found the next day in a small garden next to the side hall, with two blood holes embedded in his neck and dry skin.

This matter was quickly hidden, and the side hall was regarded as Bernal's private place, and no one was allowed to enter except President Heidi and the friends she brought.

Bernal's first embrace went smoothly, and the new blood race was weak both physically and mentally.As the "father", the vampires of the father's generation should provide some care.But unfortunately, Andre obviously has no such intention.

I don't know how Dai Zhu explained to Roy, but after destroying the chocolate cake in the wooden house, the bat disappeared into the palace.Roy came to draw blood every day as usual, and there was nothing abnormal.

Bernal finally survived the difficult initial period by himself, at the cost of dozens of corpses of maids and guards in the garden, as well as countless damaged and precious ornaments in the side hall.

"Congratulations." Standing in the opaque side hall, Andre congratulated Bernal, who was visibly thinner.

Bernal was in a strange state, with prominent cheekbones, sunken eye sockets, pale skin, and a disconsolate look.But his eyes are extraordinarily lively, and his rough skin has also become finer, adding a little morbidity.

"As expected of the prince's blood." Bernal looked at Andre, a trace of fear mixed with too much excitement mixed in his eyes.

Humans and vampires are two completely different species except for their appearance.

Bernal felt many changes.He no longer likes hot things, his body is cold, he hates seeing dazzling light, and loves darkness.In his eyes, the most beautiful female slaves are not many plump waists or breasts, but clean and slender necks and the blood flowing below them.

He finally got rid of his fragile skin, his muscles were full of strength, and the vitality that was gradually taken away by time was forever frozen in his perfect body.He escaped the shackles that were worn around his neck at birth.

The smell of the same kind permeated the side hall.It has become not a human dwelling, but a vampire's lair.

Andre was too familiar with Bernal's eyes.

Among the first embraced human beings, half are terrified and desperate, while the other half are willing.The eyes of the former are glass beads rolling through the mud, while the latter are the animal pupils of a poisonous snake when it is staring at its prey.

For the former, Andre hates their cowardice, and for the latter, Andre disdains their greed.

So apart from the weak but jumping breath in the side hall, there is still half of it as silent as stagnant water, watching the newborn monster with cold eyes.

"Andre..." Andre's quiet breath made Bernal calm down. He opened his mouth, but the word "Sir" stuck in his throat.

Only after he became a vampire did Bernal truly perceive how terrifying Andre was.

It was a smell as thick as rolling iron, unknown and dangerous, forcing him to surrender.This is his nominal "father".

Andre raised the corners of his mouth, his dark golden pupils sunk, and looked at Bernal like a begging dog on the street: "Call it whatever you want, I said, Your Majesty Bernal, you don't deserve my first embrace .”

Bernal was stunned for a moment, he clearly felt angry, but it was like a flame on the bottom of the sea, unable to ignite, and was shocked by the deep sea.

The experience of living in the royal family for more than 20 years has given Bernal enough patience. He ignored the fear and awe caused by being suppressed, and restored the aura that belonged to the superior: "If you want to get something, you have to give something, right?"

Andre gave him a cold look, and Bernal reflected in his pupils was blurred.Bernal still maintained a polite smile, but suddenly understood Andre's attitude.

What humans pursue and value, to the blood race, is just a rattle in the hands of a baby, childish and boring.

"Thank you for your contribution to Wiesenor, Andre...Mr.." Bernal saluted Andre. He still lives in human society, and the fear and class of belonging to the blood race can only be a frivolous light. "Rumours about the royal family have been rampant recently, disturbing the hearts of the people. As the king, I have an obligation to resolve this matter."

Andre waited silently for Bernal's plan.

During this time, Bernal completely disappeared from the minister's sight, and his official duties were put on hold, and he stayed behind closed doors.People's hearts were in turmoil, not only the commoners chatting after dinner, but also the nobles were about to move.

The sudden change is a gap in the perfect body of the glass bottle, and one of the forces that checks and balances is suddenly abnormal, which will naturally attract the attention of others.Learning to handle weaknesses is a necessary skill among nobles.

Bernal guessed the thoughts of those nobles, and raised the corner of his mouth: "The Bernal family has valued simplicity for generations. The prince has been kind to me. I want to confer the title of Duke on your Excellency. The ceremony will be the day after tomorrow."

"It sounds like I still don't have the right to choose." Andre's eyes fell on his wrist intentionally or unintentionally.

Bernal didn't answer, but his eyes revealed his strength.

The attendant presented a set of gold-embroidered robes with a white background, and knelt down in front of Andre.Clothes are ordinary, just loose robes.

"If I'm not mistaken, this is...a priest's robe?" Andre narrowed his eyes, skipped over the trembling attendants, and landed on Bernal.

"The duke was blessed by God and healed me in the name of God, but I didn't want the duke to stay away from me and go to the church to practice penance. I had no choice but to confer the title...May God forgive my selfishness." Bernal painted on his chest Cross, praying decently.

After Andre finished reading Bernal's prayer, the strong atmosphere of the blood race in the room did not diminish at all. This prayer was like a fairy tale song lying to children, and no god could hear it.

The conferring ceremony of the new duke will be held by the king himself. The news spread quickly in the southern region, and then spread to the northern region along with a certain traveling merchant.

Dai Zhu returned to the South District the night before the ceremony. He walked into the wooden house maintaining Heidi's appearance, stared at the vampire in the house with his generous and polite eyes, and then the corners of his mouth twitched and he almost couldn't hold back his smile.

"It's a pity that I don't have a paintbrush around me. This picture is so worth recording."

"Andre...Duke." Roy held the red holy belt, and a section of rusty and delicate cross was hanging down.

White represents holiness, and red represents the blood left by the crucifixion of Jesus.This set of pastor robes was only worn when the church held a grand ceremony, and now it was placed on a vampire, and Roy's mood was beyond words.

The priest and the vampire in the wooden house were expressionless and complicated, only the woman in mourning at the door rolled her eyes and was in a good mood.

Andre glanced at Dai Zhu, took the holy belt from Roy's hand and hung it around his neck.Inside the white priest's robe is a black gown, only the edge of the collar is exposed. The bright red sundae is set against the white priest's robe. Andre's blond hair falls on the cross and blends with the cross.

No one can tell that this is a vampire drinking human blood. He is beautiful and glamorous, like an untouchable messenger of God.

"You fit this suit very well." Dai Zhu commented.

"Are you free?" Andre asked Dai Zhu, looking at him.

Dai Zhu spread his hands and said, "The king wants to make a new duke to deal with affairs with the church. Blood Hunter can't miss such a big event. Not only me, but also your hunter, are thinking about Bernard in the tavern in the southern district right now. Your true intentions."

Andre: "Handle church affairs?"

Dai Zhu nodded: "Conferring titles doesn't attract too much attention. The church and the royal family check and balance each other for hundreds of years. The head of a country has to discuss state affairs with the priest, and no one is willing. God's believers are very few. , Vesenor is inhabited by men, not gods."

Roy frowned, looked at Dai Zhu, and finally chose to remain silent.

Andre was noncommittal about this. There is only one god who is selfless and loving, but there are many greedy and despicable human beings. "What is the blood hunt for?"

Dai Zhu showed Andre a strange smile, "No comment."

Andre frowned, but Dai Zhu had already lifted his black dress and left the wooden house. The cold night wind outside the house blew into the house through the open door, blowing up the blond hair that fell on the cross.

The first appearance of Bernal IV after his illness naturally attracted wide attention, let alone the knighthood awarding ceremony.

The nobles present were all cautious, and the close relatives of the royal family even had different expressions.The duke is the highest title other than the royal family, and only the minister of military affairs and the minister of finance can enjoy it.

The conferment of a knighthood requires the grantee to make credit, and the background of his life experience must also be investigated. It usually requires a complicated investigation and review by the Congress and the church before it can be conferred.

And the title is always raised step by step. This mysterious duke reached the sky step by step, and was praised by Bernal as the messenger of God, which is equivalent to giving the church and the royal family a resounding slap in the face.

The guards filed in, and Bernal held a scepter and attended in full dress.He was followed by two men in priest's robes, one of whom had plain black hair and brown eyes, and most of the nobles knew him.

Roy, the most favored and trusted child around the Pope.He is the chosen child of God.

And another...

The hall became uncontrollably lively, with constant exclamations and discussions.

In the corner near the wall, a group of men in black cloaks watched in amazement as the "holy" duke ascended the platform and stood beside the king holding the scepter.

"Isn't that... Andre?" A hunter lowered his voice and asked his companion, "That's a vampire..."

The eyes of all the hunters stayed on the new Duke for a moment, and then turned to the statue-like man in the distance.

Bernal read the manuscript he had written impassionedly, telling about the pain caused by the disease, and how he got the mercy of God and returned to the world.

"He is the light that God shines on Wiesenor, and now he is going to protect our country by our side." Bernal looked at Andre with admiration and saluted him.

Bernal picked up the medal presented by the attendant and handed it to Andre.

Roy held up the red holy belt like last night and put it on for Andre.

The ceremony was noisy and solemn, but the protagonist said nothing.Andre is like a spectator, his silence coincides with the mystery of the Son of God, his indifference and nobility that is not close to the world.

The chosen one has golden eyes and pale skin.His eyes flicked over the humans in the hall, taking in all the evil thoughts, and finally stopped in the corner.

Andre met a pair of deep eyes.He raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and said silently, "Long time no see, Lyons."

The author says:

Under the eyes of the new Duke, all the nobles trembled.

Andre: Where's Lions?

Lyons: Are you kidding me?