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Decorated with gold powder, the living room with sculptures inlaid with jewels is not bright.Compared with the church, this place is more like hell as opposed to heaven.Dwelling in the darkness is the "Son of God" worshiped by people.

The living room was cold and dark, and the floor lamp was covered with a lampshade, leaving a circle of small and faint light.

The attendant was not surprised by this, and invited Lyons to go in.

"Inspector Lyons, long time no see." Bernal was sitting on the single sofa, his royal gown was dark red, which complemented the environment of the living room.

Lyons looked at Bernal under the dim light. The king in front of him had experienced death once, but his demeanor hadn't changed in any way.The corner of his mouth always maintained a frivolous and polite smile, like a coiled poisonous snake.

"As far as I can remember, Your Majesty, we rarely meet." Reigns did not sit down, but stood where he was and replied.

The living room has obviously been decorated, not only here, but many places in the palace have been remodeled.

From the moment he stepped here, Reins could smell a fresh fragrance, but there were only a few dead grasses left in the garden.The resplendent architectural style is more solemn because of the disappearance of greenery.

It was the same in the living room. The light fragrance was mixed in the cold and humid environment. Lyons looked around and caught a bit of clean white in the dark style.

Behind the single sofa that Bernal was sitting on, there was a slender vase, and the solid wooden shelf was carved with ornate patterns, which was incompatible with the plain vase.

A single white flower bloomed in the vase, the petals were dripping with dew, and the bright white was mostly covered by shadows because there was no light source.

This is a white bellflower.

"You are too outsider, Inspector." Bernal said reproachfully, "I have a deep friendship with your advisor."

Bernal touched his neck as he said, "Or, it's a more intimate relationship."

Lyons noticed that under the heavy dress, Bernal's wrists were extremely thin and his bones protruded. There was almost no flesh and blood, but only bones wrapped in a layer of skin.

There was only Lyons in the hall. If you closed your eyes, it would be difficult to feel the presence of Bernal.There was no danger of blood in him, no anger of a living creature.Small and sick.

"Your Majesty seems to want to see my advisor more than me," Lyons said.

Bernal tightly grasped the armrest of the single sofa, his sharp nails scratched the paint leather and scraped off a layer of sawdust.He was shaking, but not out of fear or excitement, but out of sheer need.Like people thirst for air and water.

"Where's Andre?" Bernal asked.

"My advisor enjoys personal freedom, and it is illegal to oppress guild members." Lyons said unhurriedly, "The newborn blood race will yearn for their fathers, but they will not die. Your Majesty Bernal, why are you looking for Andre?" ?”

Bernal fell silent, staring at Lyons, the elegant mask he used to put on his face had disappeared.His sunken eye sockets and pale skin make him look like a ghost crawling from hell to earth.

Lyons casually set his eyes on the beautiful white lisianthus, "When will Your Majesty like this kind of flower?"

Bernal looked back, his pupils shrunk slightly because of irritability.The bellflower seemed to be his enemy, the white petals were a mockery, and the upright branches were a mockery.

"Crack-bang!"

The Sujing vase fell to the ground due to impatience and anger, and fell to the ground together with the lisianthus flowers.

The crisp sound calmed Bernal's emotions. He frowned, closed his eyes and turned around, wiping his hands that were not stained with crumbs and drops of water with a handkerchief: "Don't pay attention to boring things."

Lyons' eyes fell on the bellflower plant for a long time, and finally returned: "Unfortunately, this flower is very beautiful."

Bernal frowned fiercely, and glanced at the vase with disdain and fear.

"If Your Majesty came to me to inquire about Andre, then unfortunately, I can't help you much." Lyons said.

"Is it because you can't help, or are you unwilling to help?" Bernal stared at Lyons, his pupils turned blood red.

The aura of blood clan finally emerged on him, and instead of being afraid of it, Lyons became more relaxed.

He has the ability to deal with vampires, but has no experience in dealing with other unknown creatures.

A dagger is pinned to the left waist, and a silver gun with sufficient ammunition is hidden in the back waist.It was easy to kill Bernal.

"That depends on what you are, Your Majesty." Lioness leisurely pulled out the dagger, the blade quickly pulled out and rubbed against the scabbard, making a small and crisp sound, which was particularly obvious in the empty hall, "You are a human, are you Ghost, or blood race?"

"I heard that His Majesty was reborn in the rainstorm three days ago." Reins spun the dagger and stared at Bernal, "I don't believe in God, Your Majesty, so how did you come back to life?"

"Let me tell you, will you take me to see Andre?" Bernal's pupils rolled, and he asked after thinking for a moment.

"It depends on your sincerity, Your Majesty." Lyons said.

Bernal looked at Lyons for a moment, then his eyes fell to the palm of his hand.

He curled up his knuckles like a newly born puppet and stretched them out, "You haven't experienced death, have you, Lyons. The blood of the vampire is the way to eternal life and the key to open the gate of hell. Without the continuous help of the father, Kindred blood is more like poison buried in the body."

"It's burning, it hurts. It's hard to experience anything else," Bernal said. "Even I'm not sure what I am. In my perception, I'm dead. The blood burst through the veins, and every inch of skin burst. But I was alive."

Lyons looked at Bernal inquiringly, and asked, "Where are the oracles?"

"oracle?"

"Your resurrection is regarded as a miracle, don't tell me His Majesty doesn't know about it."

Bernal laughed a few times and said, "Faith makes people stupid, doesn't it? Religion is the most convenient way to control people's hearts. Otherwise, with the temperament of my 'kind' uncles, I would not be able to live until now."

"The church is my backer. From the moment the military exercise was carried out, I had already cut seats with other nobles. In their eyes, I was a dangerous factor that would threaten their interests." Bernal rested his chin on the palm of his hand, facing Looking at the cross hanging on the wall, "In the eyes of the church, death takes away all sins, and rebirth is God's guidance."

"We don't believe in God, but sometimes these naive thoughts do work," Bernal said.

"You don't even know whether you are dead or not, and you still have the mood to ridicule other people's beliefs." Lyons said, "Arrogance is a crime of blood. And you really fit this crime, Your Majesty."

The corners of Bernal's raised mouth froze in place, and Lioness accurately and easily captured his anxiety.He gritted his teeth and avoided the topic: "I showed you my sincerity, Lyons, tell me where Andre is."

"Even three generations of vampires can't bring the dead back to life. As a paternal line, Andre can only consolidate the stability of the vampire blood in your body." Lioness' pupils sank, and he looked condescendingly at Berner on the single sofa Er, "Did you hide any information? His Majesty Bernal."

"Without the protection of the paternal line, there is a high chance that the newborn blood will die. But you are not in this danger now. It is something else that forces you to grow up quickly and control the blood in order to protect yourself." Lyons looked at the falling platycodon flower, stopped Next analysis.

At that moment, he had a ridiculous idea.Like a drug that invades the blood, once it is contaminated, it will grow uncontrollably.

He never believed in the existence of gods in Vesenor.Therefore, there must be something strange about Bernal's rebirth, it may be a curse, it may be a magic circle.

This curse or magic circle caused Bernal to feel a sense of danger, and he pinned his hopes on the blood of the blood.And the new blood family can completely strengthen their blood by sucking blood, why must they find Andre.

Bernal's composure has completely disappeared, his mood has become agitated, and his hands are unconsciously clenched, as if he is fearing and resisting something.

Lyons supported the armrest of the single sofa, fully occupying Bernal's line of sight, staring at him from the position directly above: "Is your consciousness always awake?"

"What?" Bernal was stunned and asked instinctively.

"Any drowsiness, amnesia, or auditory hallucinations." Lioness looked at Bernal's face from panic to gloomy, let go of the armrest and said, "Bernal, you don't want Andre to strengthen your bloodline to fight against the outside world A creature, but yourself, right?"

It wasn't Bernal who came back from the dead.He's just a little incidental.

What came back to life on that rainy night was another demon who really came from hell.

Bernal's hand holding the armrest trembled, he just had a vague guess, his body being occupied by another person made him instinctively afraid.And his directly told him that it was an irresistible thing.

He has been hiding it, and he doesn't want to lose any more initiative.Disband the Dawn Crow, suppress the nobles, and win over the church.Everything is for the purpose of concentrating power so as to find a way to save oneself.

"You're very smart, Lynes." Bernal slumped into the sofa, as if a bow that had been tensed for too long suddenly slackened, "I must find Andre. This is the only way I can think of."

"When you give up your human identity, your salvation no longer exists." Lyons stood up straight, "I will tell my advisor about your situation, if I can meet him."

Bernal clenched his teeth, and his fangs pierced his lower lip with blood.

Lyons ignored Bernal's anger, saluted perfunctorily and left.

The door of the living room was opened, and amidst the sound of heavy objects rubbing against the floor, Bernal's voice sounded again: "Lines."

It was still a familiar voice, but it was more relaxed, as if there was a murderous knife in his throat.

Lyons turned around and saw Bernal picking up the bellflower that fell on the ground, brushing off the dust with care, and putting it on the solid wood shelf

"I forgot to say something to you, please forgive me." Bernal said.

The author says:

Does anyone remember Kikyo?