murder poppy

"A vampire stays in the church..." Gavin laughed, "Humans' imaginations are indeed very rich."

"You don't have the scent of a blood race on you." Reins looked at Gavin, "I can only smell the smell of corruption, staleness, and death. I have enough experience in killing blood races. You should have been a long time ago. A dead body, Gavin."

"Eternal life always has a price to pay," Gavin said.

"So you guard the corpse that has begun to rot, the muscles that have become weak and soft, and live stubbornly in the church blessed by God, is it for salvation?"

"No, Lyons." Gavin shook his head, "God will not give anyone salvation. It is far less effective to believe in an illusory creature than to rely on yourself. I taught you too smart, and I hope you know that the church is out of business within the range."

"There's always someone who debunks the lie," Lyons said. "Your teachings are useless platitudes. Death doesn't take you out of the blood curse. Gavin Meredith, a coward who is afraid of death and arrogant. You make a fool of yourself. Are you neither human nor ghost, but still trying to become a god?"

"Lines, you were taught badly by those rude hunters." Gavin lowered his lips, his eyes glowing coldly, "I should have taken you away from them earlier."

Lyons frowned and let out a sigh of relief: "Nord."

"He's the one I hate the most."

"You ordered Manda to kill him."

"It's his own choice. People can't be too greedy. If you want to stay young and live long, it's impossible not to pay the price. That woman doesn't want to accept paying the price for herself and her family, she always hurts others."

Gavin said: "Unfortunately, she didn't get what she wanted in the end. It's also Andre's fault. Manda's soul finally entered the doll and was burned clean by Andre. To be able to treat a beautiful lady like this is indeed a cruel vampire."

"When she hurts others in exchange for her own interests, she has already lost the right to be called beautiful." Lyons said coldly.

"Black and white are clear, as expected of a hunter." Gavin shrugged, "You have to pay something to get something, and you have to pay for something. I really admire Manda's determination and courage."

"It should be called selfishness and arrogance." Lioness responded to Gavin.

"I'm sorry you can't understand me, Lyons." Gavin said regretfully, "But you have been away from me for a long time, and you can always get some forgiveness. I have prepared other gifts for you."

A strange breath entered Lyons' nostrils.Thinner and purer.

Same smell.

"The blood race has never been a united race, especially after the death of the blood emperor." Gavin said, "Vijorel can't command wolves who want to drink blood. Say hello to your companions, my child. "

"Gavin!"

Dangerous aura suddenly hit, and the silver dagger flew out after Liones stepped on the ground, and blocked it with his arms.

There was a sharp sound as the sharp claws rubbed against each other. Lioness blocked the vampire and turned his head to look.The dagger sank into the marble floor, driving into a shard of robe, and Gavin was nowhere to be found.

Lyons dodged a vampire's fangs sideways, turned around and pulled out the dagger.

Smell and perception told him that there are two vampires here, not fakes transformed by divine blood, but genuine, evil ghosts from the vampires who broke through the barrier.

"Are you going to fight us with a silver dagger?" A vampire said with a smile, "Be careful of your palm being burned through, Lyons."

Lyons flipped his fingertips, played with the dagger, and sneered between the sounds of burning and healing: "Thank you for reminding me."

***

Samus walked through the streets with a battered, useless umbrella.There were thunderstorms, the strong wind hit the umbrella handle, and the umbrella surface was also shaken violently.

There were no pedestrians on the road, only the occasional bored drunk who slammed open the window and yelled at him, urging him to throw away his umbrella in polite terms.

Unmoved, Samus leaned on the tattered umbrella to cover his face and raised his head to reply to these men with a dirty word that his upbringing did not allow him to utter.

If you have a house with a warm fireplace and strong walls, Wissenor in the rainy season will have a decadent aesthetic.The rain curtain usually passed through the window, and all the scenes were hazy.The sound of pouring rain, roaring thunder and dazzling lightning all make the house appear more stable.

And if there is nowhere to shelter from the rain, then the rainy season is more like a disaster.

Since Samus was born, he had never experienced a catastrophic rainy season.He heard that remote mountain villages would experience flash floods due to rain, causing heavy casualties.It is also heard that businessmen on their way will fall off the cliff because of the heavy rain.

But most of the rainy days, he lights aromatherapy and candle lamps in the study, enjoying black tea and desserts.

Samus gritted his teeth, took a mouthful towards the rippling ground, raised his umbrella to resist the whiskey poured from upstairs, and shouted loudly: "Drinkers who waste a lot of alcohol go to hell to see Satan!"

After a long time, the superior responded to him: "Son of a son of a bitch!"

Samus wiped his face, paying mental respect to his mother whose cemetery was covered with white roses.

The heavy rain caused the palace's guard system to be paralyzed to a certain extent.Although the safety factor was still high, it was not difficult for Samus who was familiar with the palace structure and patrol schedule to sneak in.

Kindred love rainy days.Especially in the evening when the clouds are thick and the sky is not visible.

Relying on the crowd gathering and chatting, Samuel found the group of priests standing guard at the gate of Bernal IV.

His long hair was soaked with rainwater, and there would be a small trickle of water when he turned from the window into the corridor, which really looked like a water ghost in folklore.

Samus ducked around the corner, tapping his fingertips on the wall nervously.

Roy was holding a Bible and reading outside Bernal IV's dormitory, and most other priests did the same.

"Click." A small stone rolled and landed precisely at Roy's feet.

Roy looked away from the Bible, bent down, and caught a glimpse of a wet black shadow out of the corner of his eye.He frowned and raised his head, facing the wanted criminal, Baron Samuels, who was in a panic and waved at him excitedly like a soaked chicken.

Roy put away the stones, straightened up and said a few words to the priest beside him, and walked towards the corner.

"Samus?" Roy looked around and pulled Samus to the corner: "What are you doing here?"

"I'm looking for you." Samus rubbed his face again, and the water droplets fell down, landing at Roy's feet.

"How did you know I was here?"

"Bernar IV regularly finds people to pray in order to maintain his status as the son of God. I have said that, my lord priest, the power of connections and news cannot be underestimated."

Samus has another pair of beautiful eyes, and the sly light makes him appear more agile.The premise is that he is not drenched and still smells of alcohol.

Roy hesitated for a moment, then took out a handkerchief from the priest's robe and handed it to Samus.

Samus stared at Roy for a while, and finally took the handkerchief: "Lines and the others have a new deduction."

"What inference?"

"About who Gavin is," Samus said, "we have released some...important information. As a vampire who has lived too long, Gavin's body has been declining due to his bloodline. His purpose is to get A ... suitable body."

"so?"

"I thought it was Bernal IV at first," said Samuels.

Roy frowned: "So what about you now?"

"Lines has a bolder guess." Samus said, "They found a mark on Bernal IV, similar to the puppet spell or something. In other words, Bernal IV is just a cover. Not Gavin at all. There would be some serious costs involved in performing a soul transfer, so Gavin can't easily take a person's body directly, it must be suitable, a body he likes."

"What conditions must such a body meet?"

Samus shook his head: "I don't know. Gavin's purpose is to escape the curse of the vampire. To become... less bloodthirsty and greedy? It sounds a little funny, right? This is their nature, and it is blamed on the curse of Satan .”

"In short, he needs a body that can stay away from the blood race." Samus said, focusing on Roy. "That is to say, you, my lord priest, are his target."

"Don't be surprised. They say that Gavin is a narcissist with good strategies, so he will never put a suitable body out of his reach. Besides, soul exchange needs to be voluntary." Samus paused For a moment, say, "Who will you give your body to?"

Roy frowned silently, raised his head and asked, "Why did you tell me this?"

"Oh, you don't look that surprised." Samus opened his eyes wide, as if a little surprised, "This doesn't fit my profile of your character."

"People and news sometimes fail." Roy said.

Samus opened his hands in recognition: "Vessenor is my country, Roy, let a group of vampires and hunters defeat dragons, and the royal family is at the mercy of others, it sounds too ridiculous."

Samus looked into Roy's eyes: "On this point, I think we can reach a consensus, my lord priest."

Roy narrowed his eyes and was about to answer when there were panicked footsteps and exclamations.The direction comes from the sleeping hall.

Samus frowned, and immediately pulled out the palace from the window.Roy quickly rushed towards the bedroom.

The soldiers gathered in the corridor, shouting loudly, and the priests gathered and looked at the dormitory sadly.

"what happened?"

"My lord priest." A priest looked at him and sighed, "Your Majesty was assassinated."

Roy's pupils shrank suddenly, and he turned around slowly.

The bloody smell permeated the dark sleeping hall, with a faint smell of corruption.Bernal IV sat slumped on the sofa, his neck bent at a strange angle, a bloody gash stretched across his neck, and blood gushed out.

"Where's the murderer?" Roy asked.

The priests looked at each other, and finally looked at the hunters in charge of guarding.

An elderly hunter saluted Roy with a serious expression: "My lord priest, it's Lyons."

The author says:

I found a very embarrassing thing. The first few chapters typed Samuel's name as Samuel.Not only did I not discover it, not even a single reader did!The presence of the baron is too low!A sudden feeling of affection (although I was the culprit).

Get the name corrected tomorrow!

ps: Andre will play tomorrow!