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Andre watched Waldron leave, and stopped Adrian who wanted to catch up.He clicked on the bushes in the distance, and there was a small bat hidden in the purple-black vegetation.

"Can this kind of trick escape Waldron's detection?" Adrian watched the little bat roll nimbly in the bushes, always keeping a distance from Waldron.Its fur has a strange color, and it almost completely blends with the exterior scene, and the sound when walking or flying is also very soft.

"No. But there's something more obvious about Waldron," Andre said. "It smells like Gavin's bat."

"Gavin?" Adrian frowned, "What is he doing with Waldron?"

Andre pulled out a note from his cuff, "Gavin seems to have found Vijorel."

The little bat did not completely follow the route that Waldron walked, and was attracted by strange rocks on the side of the road from time to time, or to catch a prey several times its size.Although "not doing business properly", Waldron didn't notice it.

After Waldron left the meeting room, he headed towards the depths of the forbidden area of ​​blood. The dry trees and deep purple bushes became more and more dense, and the ruins of houses and unknown tombstones were dotted in the deep forest.

"What the hell is this place?" Adrian said, looking around.

"Waldron's former residence." Andre leaned against a huge dead tree trunk to hide his figure. "It was abandoned after his death. After the migration of the blood race, this area has long been deserted."

The bat stopped in front of a strange bunch of trees with purple berries, and would not move forward even though Waldron was far away.

"Why did it stop?" Adrian leaned over and chased Waldron, but was stopped by Andre.

The little bat salivated at the berries, looked at Andre pitifully, and finally returned to the owner's hand in dejection.

"Even if the master passed away, no one would want to come near here." Andre pushed aside a clump of weeds, and carved spells on the irregularly shaped stones, the luster was dull, and it was impossible to find them.There are gray-white stones scattered around the stone, piled in piles, like the fertilizer used by gardeners to turn the soil.

Adrian looked serious when he saw the stones. Time has taken away the appearance and characteristics of the objects, mixed with the smell of dust and grass leaves, leaving an imperceptible smell.

These "stones" are the fangs of the vampires.

"Waldron's residence is not as simple as a villa, it's more like a prison that can't escape. Whether it's inside or outside." Andre said to Lyons, "Here in Waldron, human beings are just Nutritious food does not qualify for survival. So stop here, Lions."

The mixed bushes are dense and dense, and there is a stone with a spell hidden in one of the bushes.

These spells are ancient and magical, and even vampires have to be careful to avoid them.

"Let's not talk about your humans," Adrian said. "How do we avoid these things and go in, Andre? With so many traps planted in the address, does Waldron have any weird violent habits?"

Andre pointed to his nose: "Rely on the sense of smell."

The subtle scent of kindred in the undergrowth could keep Andre and Adrian out of danger, and Lyons, even if the hunter's instincts were right, didn't have the life to spare to risk it.

"I'll wait for you on the outside." Lions found a dead tree to lean on, and agreed very simply.

After a long time, the smell of the dead blood race needs to be carefully distinguished. While carefully looking for the spell, Andre turned his head to look at the very honest hunter.

As they got closer to Waldron's residence, the dense bushes gradually covered Lyons' figure until he disappeared.

The sound of the blades of grass brushing against each other became farther and farther away.

Lyons closed his eyes, and waited until Andre and Adrian were far away before standing up straight and looking backward from the dead wood.

There are only bushes behind the dead trees. Among the overgrown vegetation, a few grass blades collapsed and hid in the grass, which proved that someone had just passed by here.

The footprints lasted a short distance and disappeared not far away.

Lyons faced the grass, and slowly reached for the silver gun with his right hand: "When did you find out that someone was following you?"

The blades of grass swayed gently, and a figure quietly appeared in the dense vegetation.

"When did you find me here?" Waldron asked back, "Even Andre didn't smell me."

"The bush." ​​Lioness answered briefly.

This area has never been entered by anyone, and the vegetation is growing wildly. Although the height is different, it will not be crushed by the middle.

Waldron looked down at a few unremarkable weeds, and pulled out a bat from his arms.

The bat was much bigger than Andre's bat, it was dusty, and it belonged to Gavin.

"There is more than one mouse that smells the food. I taught Andre almost all the skills, and it is unlikely to hide it from me." Waldron said, "I am more curious, what are you doing now? What are you trying to do, human?"

"That depends on what your intention is." Lyons tensed his body, his eyes fixed on Waldron motionlessly.

"The purpose of Andre's asking you to stay is to protect your safety. But after you discovered that there was a bigger crisis behind you, you didn't tell your master." Waldron looked at Lyons probingly, "What is this?" It doesn't look like a blood slave. Humans who submit to blood are weak and dependent on their masters. Have you really been domesticated?"

Lyons frowned slightly, choosing to remain silent on Waldron's question.

Apart from food, the only relationship that can be established between humans and vampires is pets.Whether there are exceptions or not, in Waldron's perception, there seem to be no accidents.

Taking the time to explain his relationship with Andre to a hostile lunatic doesn't sound like a meaningful act.

Waldron didn't care that he didn't get an answer to his question. He stood obediently in the bushes, with no intention of attacking.

"Why are you waiting for me here?" Lioness asked.

The outsiders who attempted to infiltrate had already advanced tens of meters, and according to the movement of the blades of grass, the spells buried in the bushes were all found and lost their effectiveness.But the owner of the house is on the edge and has no intention of chasing him.

"My purpose is not as boring as yours. I am more interested in you than a mouse sneaking into the house, human being." Waldron replied, "I am curious about your relationship with Andre, your It smells of him, but it's not just him. It doesn't look like marked food at all."

"I have raised several human beings, and among them there are men with strong personalities, but no matter how loyal a blood slave is, it will not be like you." Waldron stopped, struggling to find a sentence that could be summarized, "...you treat Treat Andre like it's your own."

Lyons listened quietly to Waldron's analysis.No matter how clever Waldron is, he will never be able to find out the truth on the premise that humans and blood races are not equal.

"The most interesting thing is." Waldron looked at Lyons, "I have never seen blood slaves invade and///occupied the master's relationship. It's not that there are a few guys with strange sex//obsessions You do like it, but you don't have any respect for Andre. Will you tell me what your relationship is like?"

Lyons frowned, unable to figure out Waldron's intentions.

Even at such a distance, he could feel Waldron's terror.There is no smell of blood, no indication of ability, pure instinct tells him that this is an invincible monster.

But this monster is now talking about relationship issues with him.

Waldron's purpose has always been to find his "desire" to satisfy the emptiness. Lions looked at Waldron, and the other party was indeed waiting for his answer, not like a trick to confuse the prey.

Waldron smelled the doubts and suspicions from Lyons. He spread his hands and sighed: "Okay, let me change the question. How does it feel to love with Andre zuo//?"

"boom!"

Waldron tilted his head, and the silver bullet passed by his ear, leaving a scalding temperature and a slight sting.

"It's very impolite to intervene in private life." Lyons said coldly, drawing out the dagger with his left hand to guard against Waldron.

Waldron turned his pupils and glanced at the bullet hidden in the grass: "You and Andre have somewhat similar temperaments."

Lyons narrowed his eyes: "How about making a deal?"

"With me?" Waldron licked his lips. "A deal proposed by humans is very novel. What do you want from me?"

"I'm not as greedy as you. Information exchange, I answer your questions, and at the same time, you have to answer my questions."

Waldron was silent for a moment, then raised the corner of his mouth: "Deal."

"First question, what are you looking for?"

"To take the throne, isn't that the obvious thing?" Waldron said.

"Business requires integrity." Lioness raised his silver gun, "Let me put it another way, is your interest in the matter between me and Andre related to what you are looking for?"

"You're very smart." Waldron lowered his lips, his joking attitude disappeared, and he looked at Reins with sharp eyes, "It does matter. It's time for you to answer my question, human being."

"To understand us, you must first identify me as the same race as the vampires." Lyons said, "my lifespan is not shorter than yours, and my ability is not inferior to yours. While vampires hunt humans, I can also hunt vampires. Under this premise, our relationship is one of pursuing and being pursued.”

"Pursuit?" Waldron frowned. "If my understanding of human language is not biased, you want to tell me, do you like Andre?"

Lyons deflected the pistol and acknowledged with gestures: "My question, what did you do to Andre."

"What did you do?" Waldron was still immersed in the information he had just obtained. He looked up and saw Lyons looking towards the deep forest, and then he understood the meaning of the question. "That's quite a lot. You already know part of it. If I With a good memory, Derek seems to have adapted our first encounter into a screenplay?"

"It's actually very simple. Death has been my goal for a long time. I need to find a descendant who can kill me. He needs to be stronger than me, deeper than my obsession, and more like a vampire than me." Wall Deren said, "Only a madman can kill a madman. The way we express our feelings is ultimately to destroy him. You haven't seen the real Andre, that's an uncontrollable monster. So your feelings, well, at least in the Here, it is not established."

Lines gripped the handle of his gun, already thinking back to the show at the Southside Casino.

The last name is never mentioned by Andre, but Lyons does know his last name in humans is Rogue.

"According to your theory, blood races are not worthy of normal feelings."

"There is no doubt about it."

Lyons sneered: "Waldron, then you will never be able to satisfy your desires. You can't find anyone who can take Andre's position to me. Feelings are something you don't deserve to consume Luxury."

The author says:

Derek's script is in chapters 35-36, if you don't want to look back, look here:

The script is probably that Rogge was disliked by his native family as an illegitimate child, and was given to distinguished guests from afar as a gift to the "God".And the target of the distinguished guest was only Rogge, so he slaughtered the "hypocritical" nobles and took Rogge away as a benefactor.

ps: Derek is an adaptation, with some (in fact, a lot) excessive artistic processing.The details of Andre's past will be discussed in detail later, and if there is no chance, it will be written in the extra episode.

pps: Has anyone guessed what Waldron is going to do! (I think it's pretty clear)