murder poppy

Andre had no interest in women's clothing, but in the evening, a servant who went shopping in the main city brought an interesting news.

A burglary was stolen from the house of a famous countess in the city, and the missing item was a handwritten parchment.

The bored servants were very interested in the sudden gossip news. From the return of the purchasing servants to the end of today's labor, the news about the countess' theft was still spreading.

The lights fluttered into a ribbon of fire accompanied by the servants returning to the dormitory.

Lyons stood aside, raised his eyebrows and looked at Andre, "As your boss, I would like to give you a friendly piece of advice. If you don't return the things today, your arrest warrant will be posted in the city tomorrow."

Andre narrowed his eyes irritably, this matter was going beyond his expectations.The vampire thought for a moment, and after a puff of smoke, he turned into a bat and flew towards the main city.

There was such an imperceptible trace of anger in the blood race who left in a hurry.This made Lions feel unprecedented joy.

Although there was some suspicion of gloating, Lions decided to forgive himself this time.

The main city is not too close to the manor, and it was already midnight when Andre returned to the manor.

Oil lamps were burning in the room, and there was still warm tea and a simple dinner on the table.A note was pressed under the covered soup bowl.

—“The gift is on the bed.”

The handwriting belongs to Hunter.The ambiguous message didn't surprise Andre in any way, and he was even slightly disgusted by the bold handwriting.

Needless to say, the oil lamp and dinner were also Lyons' masterpieces.

Andre ignored the gift on the table that seemed to come from his lover's exclusive care, and pulled open the curtains.

On the bed was an exquisitely embroidered dress with a beige base, lace trim, and rusty florals.Beside them were bustles, corsets, gloves, and a wide-brimmed hat with a feather and velvet flowers.

"..." Andre's fingernails holding the curtains were hanging on the fabric, making a slight tearing sound.

Simon quickly sent an invitation letter to the ball, and he was still pleading for the housekeeper inside and outside the words.

Lyons passed vaguely, looking like a young police officer who was extremely reckless and greedy.

Simon also tried to win over Andre, but this usually mild-looking consultant seems to be in a bad mood recently, neither cold nor cold, and even the pleasantries are much shorter.

When the advisor's eyes were bent, one-third of the dark golden pupils were covered, which made it less deserted and more playful.But as soon as the corner of his mouth fell, the slight scent of books disappeared instantly.

A premonition of danger makes Simon wisely avoid the advisor.

After receiving the invitation letter, Lyons and Andre visited the old housekeeper.

The responsibilities of the steward in the manor are very complicated, the manor's personnel changes, the ledger.He even helped Simon cover up a lot, both openly and secretly.

After hearing Simon's intentions, the butler was silent for a long time, and finally sighed, "Simon is not the same Simon as before."

But in a few days, the butler seemed to have really entered old age.

Andre was not in the mood to listen to the butler's memories, and knocked on the table and said, "He has never been the Simon you thought. It's not that he has changed, it's that you never knew him."

"..." The old housekeeper was stunned for a while, and finally acquiesced in Andre's words, "You are right, I trust my own vision too much."

"It's not your fault," Lyons said, looking at Andre disapprovingly.

Andre, who was in the unilateral cold war period, smiled provocatively and stared back, "If stupidity is not a fault, there are many more good people in this world."

Lyons narrowed his eyes, seeing that the consultant was about to wear a dress, he tolerated him this time.

"I'm not going to help my lord. He'll just lead the estate down a dark path."

"You don't need to give up the manor." Lyons said, "We won't let Simon continue his experiments in the main city. Pay more attention to the next generation."

Lions chatted with the butler for a long time.Andre recently ran out of patience with human "hypocrisy" and left midway.

The irritable vampire didn't like anything, and Andre squinted his eyes, determined to find trouble with the culprit.

"Mr. Advisor?"

"Good evening, Monsieur Simon. Or, my servant?"

Andre smiled at Simon, his long eyelashes drooping, revealing the pupils with red light underneath.

The blood of the gods was enshrined in the house of the servants of the gods, but Simon did not drink it, so he was not considered to be Andre's child.

But each noble's blood tastes unique.Some are sweet and some are bitter, but without exception, they are all domineering to low-level blood races.

Simon is a vampire, he used methods to hide his breath, but it doesn't mean he can escape the fear in the bones of the vampire.

"You, you are..." Simon's legs were a little weak, and he almost wanted to kneel in front of Andre.

There was fear in his eyes, and this expression made Andre, who had suffered a lot from Lions, feel relieved.Therefore, he did not restrain his breath maliciously, and swaggered into the house belonging to the owner of the manor.

"Hush." ​​Andre raised a finger and occupied the chair in front of the desk, "You know who I am."

"How's the dance at the casino going?"

Simon lowered his head, as if he didn't dare to look up at Andre's face: "It's all done. The nobles who are interested in the experiment are all invited."

"Hmm." Andre responded lightly, and asked, "Where's the inspector? I don't remember him being on the list."

"It was an accident." Simon hurriedly explained, "I tested him, but I just wanted to get more connections in the main city. Even if I went to the dance, no one would talk to him."

"Your idea is very good," said Andre.

Simon was stunned for a moment, then secretly looked at the blood race in front of him, bowed his head and said, "Everything should be done."

Andre raised his eyebrows. It seems that Lioness really hit the right button and joined Simon's plan.

"Your incense is very special. It tastes good too."

"..." Simon didn't answer.Andre didn't pursue it too much.

After frightening Simon and figuring out his method of covering up the scent of the blood race, Andre felt that this trip was a good one.

There was no movement in the room for a long time, and Simon didn't dare to breathe. When he raised his head tremblingly, the room was already empty.The oppressive feeling of belonging to a higher blood family still lingers in the air.Simon stood there for a long time before exhaling.

With a flick of his finger, a bat flapped its wings and hovered by the window.

Simon opened the window, frowned and said, "Tell your lord that the fish has already been hooked. In the dance party in two days, please ask him to collect the net."

The bat circled twice outside the window and flew towards the main city.

Simon closed the window and closed his eyes.Muttering like a soliloquy.

"I have chosen the true god, and the betrayer will not end well..." The fist hanging by the leg was clenched, "Even if it is a dead end, I have to go."