murder poppy

Lioness had very little to pack.It will take some time to rush from the ancient castle to the South District, but Gavin's affairs cannot be delayed, so Lyons plans to leave as soon as possible.

"The wings of a bat are much faster than the four legs of a horse, Inspector." Andre reminded leisurely, leaning on the door rail.

"There's no way the church could trust a message from a bat," Lyons said.

Andre nodded, affirming what Lioness said.Then say, "My gut tells me you don't want me to go with you. Can you give me a reason?"

"The situation in the southern area is unknown. Gavin may have done something. When I left, the rumors of the vampires had already begun to prevail, and the attitude towards vampires was very hostile. I don't think this is the right time for a vampire to appear." Lyons replied.

Reasonable and logical.

Andre seemed to be resting by the gate with his eyes half closed.It wasn't until Lioness was about to reach out to pat him on the shoulder that he opened his eyes.

"Then I can only wish you a pleasant trip, Lyons." Andre stared closely at the hunter's pupils, with the corners of his eyes slightly bent, as if watching his lover go away.

Lyons' breathing stopped for a few seconds, and he always felt that Andre had seen through some invisible people's thoughts.

"Andre...?"

The atmosphere at this time was a bit weird, it was ambiguous and a bit warm, and he enjoyed it when he said it was embarrassing.

Before Lyons wanted to say anything, Andre straightened up and pushed open the door, hugging Mass who was squatting behind the door: "The inspector said before that he would help me raise my cat. It's not true that you have been absent from work for too long What a hunter should do."

Lyons and the grinning Mass looked at each other for a moment and said, "It must be made up."

After the sun rose the next day, Lyons left the castle.

Andre watched Lyons disappear from the round window on the top floor of the castle.Mass leaned on the stone wall, barely able to see a figure go away, but in the eyes of Mass, these were nothing more than pieces of dried meat rushing out of the gate of the ancient castle, fleeing with his life.

"Meow!!"

Andre pressed the mass that vented his dissatisfaction: "It's very noisy."

"..." Misa, whose claws were lightly pawing the back of the owner's hand, was stiff. After all, it still remembered the pain of pushing cat food with its life in the living room a few days ago.

The atmosphere in the castle became simpler.

Vijorel and Adrian went back to the blood clan to look for information about Gavin and ancient books on spells, while Dai Zhu left alone after the reconstruction of the Three Views, claiming to stay away from the madman.Now the old castle has returned to its original solitude, where only a cat with no jerky to eat and a vampire who lived too long lived in it.

Andre put down Mass and rubbed its head: "Find something to eat by yourself, and if you mess up the house again, I'll throw you away."

"Meow!!!" Misa shook his head in horror and screamed, and then saw Andre's size getting smaller and smaller, so he stretched out his claws to pull his master.In the end, he watched helplessly that such a big vampire turned into a small bat and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"..." Misa stared at the round window, moaned a few times with trembling throat, and lay listlessly on the floor.

Its owner has become increasingly homeless.The widowed and lonely kitten rolled and went into the warehouse to vent its anger by biting the bag of cat food.

The little bat crossed the dense forest and stepped into the blood forbidden area from the most remote location.

The change of the blood emperor brought the blood clan together, and the surrounding area of ​​the already empty forbidden area was even more silent.

Andre avoided the route of Vijorel and Adrian, and flew in the deep forest full of coffins.

Compared with the most luxuriant area of ​​the blood race, this inaccessible deep forest is the blood race he is most familiar with.

Waldron's old residence - after the imprisoned Blood Emperor left, it became a completely useless tomb for burying its owner.

The dilapidated wooden stairs swayed and dropped wood chips when they were lightly stepped on by boots. The smell of corruption in the air did not increase or decrease, and it existed stably like oxygen.

Andre went up the stairs and pushed away the "Treasure Pavilion" with only an old vase and a dead body.

"Just in time, Andrei."

Waldron's voice came through the half-open door.Dull and hoarse, it rises and falls gently with the floating dust.

"You really are not dead yet." Andre pushed open the door and looked at Waldron who was leaning on the bed with his legs crossed.

The penetrating wound on his chest has not healed, and no blood is coming out.The smell of decay mixed with the smell of ancient sandalwood emanated from Waldron's body. If the smell was stronger, Andre would undoubtedly judge him as a rotting corpse.

"You should believe in your abilities, Andre." Waldron raised his chin towards the shelf, "There is something behind the vase, can you pass it to me?"

Andre looked behind the vase, and saw a few long silver needles and some solid fishing lines.He handed the thing to Waldron, and watched as Waldron took it, skillfully pierced the long needle into the skin of his chest, and then led it to the other end for stitching.

This scene was strange and abnormal, the dagger rotated back and forth to form a huge wound in the chest cavity, due to the very little blood splashed, the internal structure could be vaguely seen through the wound.

Without any breathing and temperature.

"You didn't come back to life," Andre said.

"Obviously." Waldron bit the fishing line, cut the line with the tip of his fangs, and then tied the knot deftly. "Death has abandoned me, which makes me a little regretful."

Waldron shook his wrist, familiar with his body like a puppet.

"Serious injuries are still very troublesome. If you don't come," Waldron rubbed his fingers on the fishing line on his chest, "I will lie here for at least a week before I can sew up the wound. It's like an endless loop. If the wound cannot be artificially healed, The recovery of the body will be extremely slow. But if you don't wait for the body to recover, it will be very difficult to stand up and take the fishing line..."

"Well, quite a philosophical conundrum, isn't it?" Waldron said.

"Human philosophers don't think about corpses," Andre replied.

"Then let's talk about topics that vampires are interested in." Waldron adjusted his sitting posture so that his back completely fit the bed board to support his body. "What do you want to ask me when you come to me alone?"

"How much do you know about Gavin?" Andre asked.

"Quite a lot," said Waldron. "Gavin's an idiot, and he played me a trick."

Waldron paused for a moment to observe Andre, then smiled and said, "It seems that you have the same experience as me."

"Tell me about Gavin," Andre said.

"What's the reason?"

Andre narrowed his eyes, and the characteristics of the blood race quietly emerged, obviously considering the possibility of fighting with Waldron.

"Tell me something about Vijorel, how about it?" Waldron said. "Barter, fair and just. I should have taught you, Andre. Vampires never trade at a loss."

Andre was silent for a moment, and a cold voice came from his throat: "Deal."

Waldron raised the corner of his mouth and said, "Gavin is not his real name. He has countless aliases, no family to belong to, and no heirs. Gavin has only one purpose, to survive for a long time. He is a coward who is afraid of death." .”

"Gavin's pedigree is not strong, and there is an insurmountable gap between his ability and knowledge and that of a real nobleman. Therefore, he is not satisfied. He thinks that those who step on his head with their talents are just despicable people." Deren pointed to Andre, and then pointed to himself, "This villain includes you and me, all blood races."

"The blood race bears the curse of being destroyed by their own arrogance and greed. This race is an incomplete 'inferior race'. Gavin wants to break away from not only the blood, but also the race. He wants to become a perfect 'god'." Wo Deren said, "He has done many experiments for this purpose. The day walker is a more suitable state, between humans and vampires, with powerful abilities and does not depend on blood. But the purer the bloodline, the more suitable the day walker will be. Like a vampire. The curse of the vampire and the weakness of human beings are like two ends of a balance, one of which can never be unloaded."

"Before the divine blood was further perfected, his body first came to an end. Vampires are not immortal, but decay and death come much later than our boredom."

"Gavin felt the decline of his body, so he was eager to get the ring?" Andre asked.

"You can say that, but not all," Waldron said. "Some of his experiments have made new progress. After we made an agreement with me, Gavin said to me, 'The seeds that should be left have already been left." Next'. As for what the seed is, I don't know what he will do next."

"It's your turn, Andre," said Waldron.

"You asked Lyons about our relationship."

Waldron nodded: "Because I think we have something in common."

"Vecjorel is not your prey, the mind of the hunt will only bring you food. Temporary gratification can never fill your desire. You are not after a fresh piece of venison, Waldron, but a long period of time." Yes, an equal relationship."

"Is this the knowledge you learned from humans?" Waldron raised his eyebrows.

Andre glanced at him, but didn't reply.

Waldron has long been used to his child's indifference and awkwardness.He propped up his body, and said when he felt that he was in a good mood: "I haven't given you our meeting gift yet, my child."

"Gavin never put his affiliation in the blood race. Go to the humans to find his traces." Waldron said.

Andre's face suddenly became a little stiff, his pupils shrank slightly, and he locked Waldron tightly: "Who is it?"

"I don't know who it is." Waldron was surprised for a moment by Andre's change of attitude, and then said more like joy and appreciation, "Gavin can cover up his breath perfectly, and it's very difficult to find him. But it should be a person of high status who can promote the cooperation between the blood clan and the royal family."

"Gavin's goal is not on one person, he wants to build a kingdom controlled by him." Waldron watched Andre leave, half-closed his eyes and murmured mockingly, "The creator god with selfish desires will die. In whose hand is it?"

The author says:

Waldron: The child learned to fall in love behind my back...

Andre: You seem to have that serious illness.

ps

Waldron: I die, I live again, and to die is to live forever. (philosophical face)

Friends who thought that Waldron was taking bento boxes, you are so naive! (evil laugh)