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Waldron's former residence is the same as Andre remembers.After the master passed away, no one cares about this area, let alone the vampires who are willing to deal with the overgrown weeds and ancient formations.

"I can't smell Waldron at all." Adrian pushed through the bushes irritably. The smells of mud, bones, and rotting grass blades were mixed.The complex smell disturbed his sense of smell.

Waldron who entered this area was like a deer hidden in the deep forest, and it was difficult to trace.

"It's not just Waldron." Andre said with a frown. "Gavin's smell is gone too. His bat should have been found."

"Then what should we do? Damn it, this place is full of traps. Waldron is really a pervert, even a vampire wouldn't arrange his territory like this!"

"We are lucky. Many formations have already failed." Andre said, "Waldron has raised many offspring, so naturally we need to take some precautions."

Andre spoke lightly, and Adrian curled his lips and chose to remain silent.

Because he suddenly remembered that this was not only Waldron's former territory, but also the "prison" where Andre had lived for hundreds of years.

The formations and curses are not aimed at intruders, but canaries that want to escape from the cage.

Even though a vampire has a long life and will always forget many things, Adrian can recall Andre's original appearance.

A child who was thin, not good at speaking, and whose empty eyes could not be concealed by his delicate face.

Newborns will not grow in appearance for 100 years.When Adrian saw Andre for the first time, he was only fifteen or sixteen years old. He was shorter than humans of the same age and had a very delicate appearance.

But such a child can decisively bite off the neck of the prey and draw blood.It wasn't like a living creature, but an unsharp knife in Waldron's hand.

Gloomy and taciturn is Adrian's main impression of Andre.

Waldron occupied most of the time in Andre's life, and it was not until the completion of the mission of patricide that he showed the little vitality that belonged to the individual.

"It's already here, and it's easy to be discovered if you follow Waldron." Andre stopped, and Gavin's bat had already alerted the snake.If Waldron wanted to cover up the smell, they couldn't track the exact location anyway.

"There are four buildings here, which are used for dormitory, office, training and guest rooms. The first two parts are Waldron's private space. The last two parts are places for cultivating future generations. Which one is more suitable for Vijorel? "

Adrian came back to his senses and looked at Andre: "Make sure, are you asking a serious question, not joking?"

"Waldron will set up organs in every place. It is impossible to search four places to get out of the body. So yes, I am not joking." Andre replied.

"What you call 'guest room'..."

"It's a prison."

Adrian nodded and expressed his understanding of this answer: "In my impression, he is not a hospitable blood race. Let alone the private space... Go to the guest room to see?"

Andre nodded: "Over there."

The area used to raise the offspring is decidedly more inhospitable.A similar fence surrounds the edge of the building to make the wood Zhuangzi, which has been half corroded due to its age.

To say this is a guest room is an understatement.The architectural style is simple and depressing, and the colors are monotonous.One by one, the small cubicles are densely packed and neatly lined up in the corridor, and the arched round windows are like salmon for people to pick at the market.

"He has a lot of guests." Adrian sighed, "This place can't be full, right?"

"Not much room," said Andrei.

Adrian hesitated to speak.

Before what Waldron did was unknown to the vampires, he never knew that such a group of vampires existed here.

Waldron loves "children", but they are just one that has been brought out over hundreds of years.Adrian didn't dare to ask where the rest of the people went, or where they died.

Andre glanced at him and said: "Many of them are seeking their own death. They are tempted by longevity, worship the blood race as gods, and then get lost in desire. The weak among the blood race can only become rations."

"That's not what I asked." Adrian said, waving his hands.

"Indeed, if the doubt on your face is not obvious, this sentence will be more believable."

Adrian rubbed his cheeks and twitched the corners of his mouth in embarrassment: "Cough, isn't it because you never mentioned the past? I'm more curious and have no other meaning."

"There's nothing to mention," Andre said.

The building has been abandoned for a long time, and no descendants have been sought since Waldron chose Andre.

Mold and vegetation are stuck to the walls invaded by moss and vines, and the damp soil comes with a stale smell.

Andre looked around, and the smell in his nasal cavity was tasted repeatedly.

"Something's wrong," Andre said.

"What?" Adrian was stunned for a moment, and also noticed a hot, sweet breath in the fresh smell, "Blood."

The breath of blood was fresh, a recent wound.

"It's not Vijorel." Adrian heaved a sigh of relief, and his mind sank again.

"Over there." Andre stared at the dead wood in the bushes in the distance, and the rustling sound gradually approached, as well as the sound of chaotic and panicked footsteps.

"Crash", accompanied by heavy panting, a figure suddenly jumped out from the bushes.

The confusing smell of blood had a source, and Adrian looked at the person defensively, and then asked in surprise: "Elder Gavin?"

The blood came from Gavin's left arm.The wound started from the upper arm, in the shape of a tear, and spread all the way up to the elbow, while the forearm was gone.It was as if the arm had been ripped off entirely by some beast.

"Why are you here?" Adrian checked Gavin's wound.

The broken arm is not just as simple as a laceration, the flesh and blood are constantly regenerating and necrotic, and the self-healing ability of the vampire has become the reason for the continuous pain.

"Curse..." Adrian murmured looking at the wound.

Gavin was panting, his consciousness seemed to be in chaos, and he kept yelling meaningless syllables, the only thing he could understand was the intermittent "V... Jole... Er".

After briefly checking Gavin, Andre stood up and guarded his surroundings.

As an elder, Gavin's ability was not comparable to that of a low-level blood race, and the other party should not underestimate him for being able to cause such trauma to him.

"Andre." Adrian looked at the spell spreading from his left arm towards Gavin's chest, his pupils narrowed, "This curse is the same as the one in Cole."

"Waldron?"

Adrian nodded, a little helpless.

"In other words, he may be around here." Andre looked back at the prison-like building and said, "Go back first."

Andre made a mark all the way, and Adrian didn't miss it, so he carried Gavin on his back and left.

It was extremely quiet all the way around, and there was not even a few gusts of wind.

Andre saw Lyons who was half leaning and half sitting from a distance, and his tense nerves instinctively relaxed a little.

Lyons folded his arms, and there seemed to be nothing unusual.Andre looked at him, frowning slightly.

The temperature of the silver gun on the hunter's left waist was obviously overheated, and there was still a faint smell of gunpowder.And under the palms encircled by Lyons, the folds of the clothes on his right arm were also slightly loose.

"So soon?" Lioness opened his eyes, as if he had just noticed them, and frowned when he saw Gavin, "What's going on?"

"I should also ask you this question." Andre raised his chin, his eyes fell on his right arm covered by his palm.

Lyons followed his gaze to his right arm, froze for a moment and said with a smile, "The sense of smell is really good, Mr. Consultant."

He let go of his palm and said, "Don't make such a fuss, Andrei, it was just scratched by a pine needle."

The wound under the palm was indeed small, and it was even healing.

Corpine needles are not worth drawing the gun.Andre stared at Lyons and said, "Go back first."

Waldron never came forward to execute the intruders.But Gavin never came to his senses.The spell on him came from the same source as Cole's, but the spell was attached to other objects and entered the body through the wound, which was not as troublesome as Cole's.

"The spell itself is not terrible, it just affects the mind and causes coma." Adrian put Gavin down and said, "The important thing is that he can't heal himself."

The broken arm never stopped bleeding. From the time he met Gavin, the wound seemed to have just happened. The blood loss and dust contamination caused infection and anemia.Gavin was sweating coldly, his lips were pale.

"If this goes on, even the vampires won't be able to live long." Adrian tried to repair the wound, but all his strength was absorbed by the spell, so he couldn't help at all.

"I can only slow down the effect of the spell." Adrian said, "It can keep him awake for a while."

Gavin's remaining left hand was tightly curled up, as if he was holding something.

After a period of babbling with unknown meaning, the cloudy eyes finally became clearer.

"Vijorel...Your Majesty, the ring..." Gavin narrowed his eyes to identify the person in front of him.

"Elder Gavin." Adrian held Gavin to stop him from moving around, "Why are you at Waldron's place, and you have this injury..."

"I followed Waldron." Gavin propped himself up, looked at his clenched left hand, his face was ashen, "The ring... the ring was taken by Waldron. I was too careless, I didn't expect him to have discovered that I sent a bat to follow him, and deliberately lured me into the game..."

"What! Was the ring taken by Waldron?" Adrian cried.

Gavin nodded, with a guilty expression on his face: "There is good news, His Majesty Vijorel is not dead."

Andre looked at Gavin after hearing the words: "Do you have evidence?"

"I can see it with my own eyes." Gavin said firmly, "In Waldron's private residence, I saw His Majesty."

"Your Majesty's condition...is not very good." Gavin hesitated to speak, with a complicated expression on his face.

"What happened to Vijorel?" Adrian asked eagerly.

"I didn't see it clearly, but His Majesty's smell...is not quite right. Before I could confirm it, Waldron discovered it."

Gavin's right arm continued to deteriorate, and Adrian was helpless.Gavin was only awake for a few hours before falling asleep.The continuous flow of blood accumulated, hollowing out his body.

In the aesthetics of blood clan, death is elegant and beautiful.

And Gavin's situation at this time obviously has nothing to do with these words.Adrian stared at Gavin whose skin was gradually shriveling, and his sharp fangs pierced the skin around his lips.

That's what Waldron did.

A selfish and cold-blooded monster can not only take the lives of its own kind, but also choose the most embarrassing death conditions for them.

"Andre." Lyons whispered in Andre's ear, and gestured to the door, leaving Adrian an independent space.

"About Waldron," said Lyons, closing the door, "I think he has other purposes."

"His goal is not just the throne of blood." Andre's eyes fell on the scar that had healed on Lyons' arm, "And I'm more interested in what you did while we were away, Inspector gentlemen?"