murder poppy

Samus watched the fat bat go away in a daze, but did not hear the steady footsteps behind him.

"The baron rises to enjoy the rain at night?" Lyons stood at the corner of the stairs, half of his face was covered by the spiraling stairs, and the exposed pupils were like bright and deep mirrors, which could reflect the thoughts of the people.

The sound of rain encroached on his ears, causing Samus, who was already absent-minded, to completely ignore the arrival of Lyons. He froze, then turned around in a relaxed manner, nodded and said, "I've never seen such a rainy season."

The young baron would not have had the experience of spending the night in a deserted castle in the middle of nowhere, so the excuse of Samus was no different.

He propped his elbows on the window sill, and the rain seeped into the narrow platform, staining Samus's sleeves with the moss.Samus, who has always paid attention to etiquette, didn't notice it.

Samus, the manager of the Dawn Crow, is a smiling fox who knows both ways. This is well known among the nobles.His smile and politeness are almost engraved in his bones, and he always hides a murder knife and a glass of toast wine behind his back.

If it was normal, Lions would not have any doubts about Samus, who was on guard against alienation.But not long ago, the baron who paid attention to etiquette rushed into the rainstorm like a mad dog, holding a luxurious dagger in his hand, but he didn't know where to stab it.

Lyons trusted Samus's ability to deal with mentality, and he knew that a fox was only cunning when there was something to gain.

Lyons took two steps down and walked out of the shadow of the spiral staircase: "Whether it's pigeons, crows or bats, rainy days are not suitable for flying."

"You know what I did." Samus didn't deal with Lyons, and directly pointed it out.

"You sent a letter to the priest," Lyons said, "and I happened to have something left in the church, and I want him to keep it for me, so the baron wouldn't mind borrowing a few lines of your letter paper?"

Samus remained silent, and Reins went to the window and continued: "It is a very good way to use public opinion to provoke the relationship between the church and the royal family and regain the hearts of the people."

"It's just a shameless trick." Samus knew that Lyons had read his letter somehow, so he stopped hiding it.

He considered the letter to Roy for a long time, the recipient's name changed from "Lines" to "Roy", from the description of the plan to the precise instructions, the period was only half a month and One wears bamboo.

"The royal family and the church have deep grievances. Ren Jiawen bragged about the gods. As long as he has no money and power to seek those nobles, he will not be satisfied. The Pope is afraid of the nobles, and he will attack the nobles. This reason is enough to make everyone in the royal family feel in danger. In the end, To overthrow the pope in order to protect himself." Samus curled his lips in disgust, "It only takes a few letters, a word, and people's hearts will be turned."

Lynes was noncommittal.

After being infested in the aristocratic circle for a long time, you will always see ugly souls due to wealth and power.They wear the most expensive clothes and drink black tea brewed from mountain spring water, but their hands are stained with the dirtiest things.

In the deep pools filled with black water, only crows with equally black fur can survive.

This is the way of survival among the rich and powerful. It is more glamorous than slave grooms, but it is not clean enough to see where to go.

When the blood hunt was declining day by day, Lyons had a vague feeling of it.

As Dai Zhu said, human beings are a magical and dirty species.They can be fearless, benevolent, cruel, and despicable.Complexity is synonymous with being human.

"Meow!!" A sharp cry sounded, and Massa leaned down on the carpet in the hall, baring his teeth like a beast, staring fiercely at the door.

"Mass." Lioness called out, stepped forward and pinched the fur on the back of Curl's ears and hugged it forcefully.

The wind and rain outside were getting stronger, and Samus was keenly aware of some changes.The air in the hall seemed to be a little colder, and the atmosphere was a little more dignified.

Lyons threw Mass into the warehouse as if nothing had happened, locked the door amid the sound of Mass scratching the door angrily, and hung the key on the top of the ornament.

After doing this, Reins lifted the carpet, revealing a corner of the formation drawn with dark red liquid below.Judging from the exposed graphics, the formation almost covered the entire carpet.

"When did you do it?" Samus wondered.

While checking whether the formation was wrong, Lyons replied: "When you wrote the letter."

There is only one vampire and one human living in the castle, each with their own agendas, and none of them is idle.

"I know what you want to do here." Lioness glanced at the short sword lying on the coffee table, "but the result probably won't look good. That's not something the blade can kill."

Samus looked at the dagger, compared it with the rough dagger hidden in his waist for a moment, and unceremoniously took the dagger for his own use.

The howling wind and manic rain slapped outside the window and door, and the sound of cat's paws rubbing against the wooden door echoed in the hall.

Reins had already noticed Gavin's breath, which had changed from weak to strong.The smell originating from his blood, mixed with a slight rotten smell, infiltrated from every crack, occupying the castle.

The illusory aura condensed into substance, and suddenly appeared in a corner of the hall.

"Samus!" Reins yelled suddenly, and turned around to see Gavin in white robes behind Samus.

He looked down at Samus, who was carrying a dagger across his shoulders, with a slight pity in his indifferent expression, his right hand was raised high, and it fell down like a blade.

"Meet you again, Reigns." Gavin raised his head, showing an almost kind smile to Reigns, his eyes slowly skipping over Reigns' chest, "Do you still like the gift I gave you?"

Gavin's face was a little weird, with a layer of bright red floating on the pale.The hale and hearty state is incompatible with the old skin.No matter how delicate and holy robes were worn on him, he looked like a devil in skin.

Lyons focused his attention on his ears, and after hearing Samus's shallow breathing, he replied lightly: "Not bad."

"The news of the Pope's personal conquest has spread all over Wissenor, why did you know that I would come to you." Gavin wiped his lips with his index finger, and looked at Lions with a hint of greed in his eyes.

"Because I know what you need urgently, Father." Lyons took a step forward, "Even if you devour your own kind, your skin will not be restored to youth. This rotting corpse can't bear the powerful blood. You The more you eat, the more 'it' collapses."

Swipe across Gavin's face fiercely, as if thinking of something he hates: "My body has allowed me to live without desire for a long time. It hurts to give up 'it'. Stupid people always hinder me, First came the group of vulgar and rude vampires, then the pedantic Vijorel... yes, and the ring."

Gavin laughed twice, and looked at Samus gloomyly: "It turns out that even the dogs in captivity around him can't be easily trusted. Roy betrayed his promise and gave the ring away, so it shouldn't be too uncomfortable now..."

"I can give you my body, on the condition that you don't do anything to the rest of the vampires and Samus." Lioness was too lazy to listen to Gavin's narration of his enemy, and put forward the terms of the transaction concisely.

Gavin looked at Lyons with admiration: "You are the best body I have cultivated."

"Accept my conditions, and you can leave that rotten and smelly corpse." Lyons said.

Gavin frowned in confusion, then took a deep breath and let out a soft sigh: "Why should I give up 'it'?"

"Eating flesh and blood will not break 'it', but repair 'it'." Gavin raised a hand casually, the candlestick on the coffee table fell over instantly, and the debris fell to the ground, "Blood is my life and blood. food. Flesh and bones are my manure for this body."

Gavin said quietly, "Lines, people always have to learn from their lessons. Even the dogs I keep around me can't believe it all, so why should I trust a strange body?"

"What's more..." Gavin waved his hand, and a dagger quickly shot towards the ground, cutting through the thick wool carpet and leaving long scratches on the floor, "You still prepared such a generous gift for me."

Lyons lowered his eyes: "Since you know this is a trap, why do you still come here?"

"Your gift." Gavin pointed to his chest, "The most advanced puppetry. Consume my flesh and blood and countless precious treasures, you are not my body, Lyons, you are a blade I crafted finely .Aim at the vampires, and also at humans. But not at me."

Reigns instantly sank his face, his body tensed, his muscles contracted, and his sharp claws grabbed Gavin's neck like a gust of wind.

Gavin remained where he was, chanting an ancient spell.

The speed of the deadly claws dropped sharply, and finally stopped after struggling for a while.

Lyons felt surrounded by darkness, and his mouth and nose were blocked like mud.Then a bright yellow light suddenly appeared, and shouts and pleas for help filled the ears.

The crackling sound of burning wood was rapid, and tongues of fire sprang up from the bottom of his eyes.

Behind the dancing flames was the corridor of the villa that had been burned long ago, and the figure of a man who was always approaching him.

"Welcome back, my boy."

Gavin watched Lyons' eyes turn from dark red to lax gray and black, and smiled lovingly: "You and Roy are my retreat. People can only believe in themselves. Whether it is the soul or the body."

He looked around the hall boredly, as if the curtain of a grand opera had come to an end, and the audience was still lost.

After a while, Gavin patted Lyons on the shoulder thinking of being careful: "I hate that crow that is screaming everywhere, help me kill him."

Reins' pupils rolled slightly, silently picked up the dagger next to Samus, and held it up high.

"when--"

The short sword was firmly stuck, and the fingers and claws left scratches on the blade, and sparks burst out.

The polished dagger reflected a gloomy and handsome face, and the bright red pupils were as dazzling as a gem called "death".

The sharp fingers and claws staggered forward and backward, and the dagger let out a clear mournful cry, and was snapped.

Andre narrowed his eyes, and met Lions' hollow pupils: "The prey should learn to behave themselves, Lions."