murder poppy

Forests in rainy days are wet and muddy.

Wet because of the rain, and muddy because of the constant harassment of priests and hunters.

It's just that most of the remaining teams just wandered around the periphery, failing to find the right way.

The mixed breath made Andre a little irritable.The blood race is a race with a strong sense of territory, how could it be possible for him to be happy that a group of humans with malicious intentions gathered in his lair.

Lyons watched the rain scene by the window, noticed Andre's slightly frowned eyebrows, and asked, "Do you need to clean it up?"

"They will leave naturally if they can't find a way." Andre said, looking at Lyons curiously. "Many of them are just ordinary humans."

Lyons turned his head to look at Andre, and asked silently with his eyes: so what?

"Loyalty to human beings is the dogma of blood hunters." Andre tilted his head, with a slight smile on his lips, with his usual sarcasm and frivolity.

"At least the current royal family and the church don't deserve my loyalty." Lyons said, "It's very sad to be loyal to a group of greedy and cowardly maggots."

"Then what kind of master is worthy of the detective's allegiance?"

Lions looked at Andre helplessly.

Since his journey to Bloodline, he's become more intimate with vampires than with humans.He had to admit that Vijorel and Dai Zhu gave him a much more comfortable feeling than the hunters who were fighting for money and power in the main city.

Lions doesn't despise the pursuit of money and power, but his long life separates him from human beings.When humanity loses its beautiful veil and reveals the scars inside, many things that Professor Nord gave him lose their meaning.

There are naturally excellent humans, but at least those nobles who drive hunters and Bernal IV who is willing to accept the first embrace for longevity are not among them.

Lions can dedicate his life to innocent human beings, but he will not be a knife in the hands of greedy and powerful people.

It made his previous life look a little ridiculous.

What's even more sad is that Andre will never give up this ridiculousness.Whenever you get the chance, you must make fun of it.

"I told you the answer," Lyons said. "You can."

Andre narrowed his eyes contentedly, quite satisfied with this answer.

The breath constantly coiling around the periphery of the dense forest has changed.Andre felt that someone had found a breakthrough from the remote edge, and was approaching the castle very quickly.

Not only him, Vijorel also felt it.

"Someone is coming," said Vijorel.

Andre waved his hand, the gate of the castle opened, and raindrops poured into the hall.

"Samus?" Andre recognized the smell and stepped into the dense forest.

Before a candle burned out, Andre returned to the castle with the collar of Samus's nape.

Samus's face was covered in mud, and his clothes were not spared.Mud and rain splashed all over him, and he was in a mess.

Andre held up his collar and threw him on the carpet with a little disgust.

"I fainted in the bushes, exhausted a lot of energy, and there is no trauma." Andre thought about the way Samus entered the jungle, and said, "It should be that unreliable Dai Zhu who used the old teleportation array to fool people. gone."

"What did Dai Zhu send Samus back for?" Lioness asked.

"I don't know." Andre shook his head. "The teleportation scrolls are treasures collected by Dai Zhu. There are only a few volumes in total. Let him use the old antiques, which shows that something big happened over there."

Vijorel put his palm on Samus' forehead, and the rain grout stained his cuff, but he didn't care much: "No big problem, just sleep for a while. No matter what happens, we can only wait for him Wake up and talk."

Everyone gathered in the hall that night, waiting for Samus to wake up.

It rained extraordinarily hard tonight.Moisture oozes from the walls, making the hall oppressive.

Andre knew that Samuel's arrival could not be regarded as good news, but Samuel's coma made it possible to buffer everything.

Torrential rain beat against windows and walls.

The vampire's keen sense of hearing is enough to catch the sound of any raindrop falling.

Vijorel closed his eyes and hid in the shadow of the corner, leaning against the wall, the noisy sound of rain and wind filled his ears, disturbing his thoughts.

One of the gifts of long life to Kindred is premonition.

Vijorel has been in charge of the ring for hundreds of years, and his blood has long been integrated into it.He is familiar with the atmosphere of each family, and even knows what kind of weather different family owners will feel happy, and what kind of temperature they will become more irritable.

The bloodline integrated into the ring is the net that connects the blood clans, no matter how small the family or individual is, it is worth Vijorel's effort to understand his emotions.

Dai Zhu lived in isolation, wandering around the world, the thread that belonged to him was relaxed and at ease.It was so peaceful that it was difficult for Vijorel to feel the fluctuations.

Yet within hours of Samus's arrival, that silent, slack thread stretched.

Vijorel suddenly stepped out of the darkness and spread the scroll on the coffee table.

Skip the black or red names in the front row, and after a large blank space, a few names are written sparsely.

Andre followed Vijorel and looked back.

What is written at the end of the scroll are some vampires who do not belong to the family. They have pure blood, eccentric personalities, and stay away from the ethnic group.These names are the only anchors in the group.

Vijorel and Andre fell silent tacitly, looking for the name that was too short to occupy a small corner, watched it change from clear to blurred, and finally disappeared on the scroll, leaving a blank space.

The scroll is very long, recording the entire blood clan system, even though only nobles are eligible to incorporate blood into rings, it still makes this roster thick.

Betrayed and loyal Bloodline names will remain on the roster.And those who perish, pass away, the roster will spare a space to commemorate.

The silence in the hall came with a tacit understanding, and lasted a long time like mourning.Until Samus's eyelashes fluttered and he sat up with his arms propped up.

Vijorel hooked the lower end of the scroll with his fingers, and rolled up the scroll with a "swish".

"Are you awake?" Andre turned around and looked at Samus.

The teleportation scroll has certain requirements for the user. As a law-abiding and good citizen, Samuel has never even met an alchemist a few times, so naturally he cannot meet the requirements of the scroll.So at this moment the headache was splitting, Samus held his forehead, closed his eyes hard twice, and finally saw Andre standing in front of him.

He squeezed Andre's wrist tightly, and said: "We found the ring, but Gavin established a connection with the ring and was able to find out about Dai Zhu's information. Both Dai Zhu and Roy are still in the storage room of the church. Hurry up and rescue them." ..."

Samus nearly gave up his breath to make the situation clear, but got stuck trying to call for help.

Because he found that Andre had been looking at him calmly, his beautiful dark golden pupils were silent and serious.Like the freshest flowers before the tombstone.

Everyone in the hall maintained a strange silence, listening quietly, but did not respond.

Samus stood up abruptly, pushed Andre away and pulled out the dagger from Lyons' waist.With great speed and great strength, he rushed into the rain without a word.

The moment Samus's figure flashed by, Andre accurately captured the pair of bloodshot, slightly moist peach blossom eyes.

The blood race doesn't have much say in the matter of parting.So in the end it was Lions who grabbed the dagger from Samus's hand, and struck Samus on the back of the neck while cursing.

Today, the rain stopped.

Dark clouds are still stacked in the sky, the air is oppressive, and water droplets condense on the leaves and petals, bending the waists of many branches.

The chirping of birds and cicadas sounded suddenly, like an explosion after silence.

Andre felt that the skin was covered by the moisture in the air, and it was so cold that it adhered to the bare skin. This feeling was in line with the habits of the blood race, but Andre did not feel the pleasure.

"Does it look too calm?" Andre said, as if talking to himself.

"What do you mean?" Lyons gently closed the door and walked into the land after the rain.

"Dai Zhu's death." Andre said, "Samus came to us for help. Maybe I should show more regret or sadness."

"Andre." Lyons stood behind him, driving away the water vapor with a slightly warm breath, "This is war."

"Human beings are not as fragile as you think, nor are they as passionate as you think. When parting becomes more and more common, and when the omen of death hangs over everyone, saying goodbye will become simple and peaceful." Ryan "Sacrifice is a part of war," Stanley said.

Andre leaned back and said, "I'm used to parting, Lyons."

Lyons frowned.

He misjudged Andre's thoughts again.

It was not a worry of regret for indifference, but a deeper realization.

"It's not just Dai Zhu." Andre said, "Vijorel, I, even you, may die."

Lyons clenched his fist tighter, his nails dug into the flesh: "After race, is war the second excuse for you to reject me?"

"No." Andre shook his head.

He broke off a dewy thorn, and the sharp thorns scratched his fingertips.The moment it was stained with blood, the thorns coiled into a small ring shape, and the hooks melted to fill the gaps, making the surface smooth.

The ring is split in the middle, and the names of two people are engraved on the inner circle.

This is a pair of men's rings.

"Dai Zhu said that human couples should give rings." Andre held one of the rings in his palm and handed it to Lyons, "Do you still want me to kneel down?"

Lyons picked up the ring with Andre's name engraved on the inner ring, and put it on the ring finger of his left hand.

He turned the ring slightly, and under the ray of moonlight that broke through the dark clouds, he touched Andre's forehead with his lips: "I will always love you, Andre."

Andre's eyes narrowed slightly, like a ravenous wolf.The corners of his lips did not twitch, serious and serious: "If you break the oath."

"Just break my neck." Lyons said with a smile, his slightly warm breath sprinkled from his forehead to the bridge of his nose.

"No matter what happens, Andre, you must live," Lyons said. "This is an order."

Andre's body froze for a moment, and he felt the bondage caused by the contract rising from his hollow heart and surrounding him.

Although it was more of a wish than a mandatory requirement.