The whole universe is praising my vest

The time to meet again is longer than Simmons expected.

Simmons did not have permission to look up An He's mission file, but after all his efforts, he managed to find information about a certain mission of An He.

The above shows that An He's mission was indeed completed simply and accurately, without causing any unnecessary casualties.

In addition, Simmons can no longer interact with Anhe.

Sometimes he would think that when An He recruited him back then, maybe he just mentioned it casually and didn't take it to heart.

After all, Simmons is mediocre. Even if he agrees to recruit, he can't make much contribution. An He probably forgets him when he gets busy.

Simmons no longer muddled around like before, he began to pursue improvement, and he didn't know to prove to whom.

Some time later, Simmons met Isabel by chance.

Isabel was wearing a dark short windbreaker, with soft black hair that reached to her shoulders, and a delicate and pale face like a doll with no expression, and a quiet temperament.The blood race has a long lifespan. According to the calculation of human age, Isabel has long been an adult, but she still maintains the appearance of a girl. She is a little shorter than Simmons, but Simmons can't help but want to bend down.

Simmons suddenly remembered that An He was also much younger than himself, and like Isabel, still had a slightly youthful appearance.

An He's deeds always make it easy for Simmons to ignore his age.

Isabel gave Simmons something to send to Duke Cloris.

Being able to see the Duke with his own eyes is a great opportunity and honor for every ordinary blood race, but Simmons thought that maybe he could see An He again through this opportunity.

The buildings of the blood clan are basically in the medieval classical style, and the sky is covered with dark red thick stratus clouds all year round, without sunlight.Carrying the certificate given by Isabel, Simmons went all the way unimpeded. On the way, Simmons often looked around to see if there was any An He passing by.

When he arrived at his destination, Simmons found nothing.

Simmons knocked on the gorgeously patterned door, and said respectfully, "Honorable Duke Clauris, I am entrusted by Miss Isabel to deliver something to the Duke."

The voice of Duke Cloris came from inside, and the voice passed through the door and became dull: "Come in."

The Duke's voice was a little vague, as if he was taking something in his mouth.

There was a faint cold breath from the gap in the door, and Simmons smelled a faint smell of blood.

Simmons had a bad premonition, but the Duke had already let him in, and he dared not go in.

Simmons cautiously pushed the door open and walked in. The strong smell of blood was unstoppable and tangy, and Simmons almost held his breath.

The door behind him suddenly closed automatically, Simmons lost his retreat, and his bad premonition became stronger and stronger.

He didn't dare to turn around to try to see if he could reopen the door, and stared straight ahead.

The curtains were drawn tightly, the lights were not turned on, and the room was plunged into deep darkness.

The vampire could still see clearly in this environment, so Simmons was shocked to see that in the depths of the room, Count Cloris was burying his face in the neck of an unknown vampire, sucking blood.Blood trickled down his chin, and Duke Cloris ignored it.

All the vampires needed was blood, but Claires gnawed his prey's neck until it was pitted, making it miserable, like a tyrannical beast that couldn't control its destructive desire.

Like throwing out trash, Duke Cloris casually threw aside the shriveled vampire whose blood had been sucked dry from his body.

He looked at Simmons, a predatory gleam in his eyes.

Simmons was stiff and motionless, facing the Duke who was almost standing at the top of the blood clan, he had no possibility of escape.

Moreover, the act of fleeing and rebelling is more likely to stimulate the Duke's ferocity.

"Duke, Miss Isabel has something for you." Simmons could only forcibly ignore the blood on the Duke's body, pretend that everything was normal, and use Isabel's name to try to make the Duke sober.

Hearing his own daughter's name, Duke Cloris was unmoved. He mobilized his facial muscles to show a grin, as if mocking the meaningless death struggle of his prey.

The next moment, Duke Cloris' expression changed and he turned his head suddenly.

The door was opened, the dim light outside slightly dispersed the darkness in the room, and An He walked in.

Duke Cloris opened his mouth, his voice extremely hoarse, like a beast trying to imitate human language, forcing it out of his throat: "Come in without saying hello, Ann, you are getting more and more unruly."

"I'm worried about the Duke's physical condition." An He said worried words, but without any concern, he took out a blood-red pill, "Please take this."

Duke Cloris' eyes turned to Simmons, "Even if I don't have to drink his blood, he must die.

"Simmons is an authentic Cloris faction. His family has worked for Cloris for generations, so he will definitely not reveal the Duke's situation. You can rest assured." An He said, "I think he is quite capable, and he can directly kill the Duke." It would be a pity to lose it."

"The ordinary blood race that I have never heard of has become quite capable in your mouth?"

"In time, I will definitely train him to be a loyal and capable subordinate to the Duke." An He assured, "If he fails to do so, the Duke can also hold me accountable."

Cloris watched him with bloodshot eyes for a while, then nodded slowly, "Ann, I have always trusted your vision and ability, you must not let me down."

After the Duke took the red pill, An He took Simmons away.

"It's safe here." An He said, "We can talk."

Simmons has not fully recovered: "The Duke's weird state just now is also one of the side effects?"

"Yes, he will fall into this state at least three times a month, and the attack time is uncertain." An He explained, "When the attack occurs, he likes to drink the blood of the vampire."

"What's the red pill?"

"The Cloris clan made it to control the state of the duke. Isabel and I made a small change to the pill, and the effect became better."

Simmons understood that the truth would not be that simple, "Did you do anything else with the pill?"

"Of course." An He nodded.

Remembering how he saw the Duke of Clauris taking the pill without any doubts before leaving, Simmons felt complicated, and felt that An He's plan might really be successful.

"If there are no other questions, I'll go first." An He said.

"Wait." Simmons stopped him and couldn't help asking, "Aren't you trying to recruit me?"

An He heard this and laughed: "Why, you changed your mind?"

"You've saved my life twice."

After hesitating and thinking about it, Simmons made up his mind and knelt down on one knee to An He, "I am willing to offer my loyalty to you, as long as you don't dislike it."

"I'm very happy." An He said, "Why do you hate it?"

Simmons expressed hesitation: "Actually, I still have a question."

"what?"

"Other blood races regard my soft-heartedness as a flaw, why do you take this into consideration?"

"This is not a defect, but an advantage in my opinion." Seeing Simmons' expression, An He said, "Don't believe it? I will prove it later."

Simmons took this sentence to heart.

In the time to come, An He really proved it to him.

Therefore, even if he abandons his life, he will not abandon his kind thoughts.

Due to half of the elven blood in his body, An He still has the instinct to be close to nature.

In a remote location in the blood clan's territory, An He has a small courtyard with many plants.

An He is busy with affairs, and sometimes he can't take care of it, so Simmons will take care of it.

One day, an elf was born from the blooming flowers.

The newly born elf is only the size of a fist, and the butterfly-like translucent wings on the back are small and cute, and sprinkle light fluorescent powder down.

Simmons was very surprised. Natural elves are found in places with good ecological environment, and artificially bred elves can only be done by elves with outstanding talents.

The natural environment here is not very good at all, the birth of the elf can only be because of An He.

An He does have half of the elf blood, but he has never used the elf talent except for bow skills. Simmons did not expect that this half of the blood is enough to rival the pure blood elves with high talents.

The elf has a keen sense and sensed the dark aura on Simmons. She hid behind the petals in fear, "It was the elf who raised me, not you. Who are you? Where did you get the elf who raised me?"

"He is..." The explanation was complicated, and the newly born elf might not be able to understand it, so Simmons used easy-to-understand words, "He is my companion. He is away for a day or two and will come back later."

Simmons was not in a hurry to gain the elf's trust, and kept keeping a distance from her, not showing any aggression.

The elf's attitude began to soften.

"I remember you." The elf muttered, "You seem to have watered me several times."

Simmons was happy and looked forward to An He's return.

However, before An He came back, they waited until Isaiah.

Whenever a new elf is born, the royal elves will feel it. Isaiah is going out, and the location is not far from the blood clan's territory. He noticed that the new elf was actually inside the blood clan's territory. Bring back the elves.

"Your Highness of the royal family!" The elf is naturally close to the elf royal family, and when she saw Isaiah appearing, she flew over excitedly without thinking too much.

Isaiah gently directed the elf to hide behind him.

Then, he aimed his bow at Simmons.

During this period, Isaiah's attitude towards the vampires was quite sharp. He asked, "Why did the new elves appear here? What are your plans for the vampires?"

"There is still the breath left by Ann here." Isaiah paused, "Where is he?"

"Does His Highness Isaiah still want to do something to his brother? By the way, His Highness does not recognize this brother." Thinking of what An He was going through when Isaiah had a happy family and grew up happily, Simmons felt a burst of resentment , showing a sneer in line with the blood clan, "His Royal Highness Isaiah appears alone in the blood clan territory, is he not afraid of hurting his noble body? Also, as His Highness, he must have many life-saving cards, and he can even be sent directly back to the elves, even if it is true." Any damage can also be recovered with the fountain of life."

Listening to Simmons' cynicism, Isaiah frowned and stated calmly: "You are not my opponent."

"Then am I?" An He said.

He stood in front of Simmons, and raised his hand to push away Isaiah's ready-to-shoot bow and arrow.

"It's useless, isn't it tiring to hold it?"

Isaiah's hand holding the bow trembled slightly, but he didn't raise it again.

An He turned his head and said to Simmons: "I just came back and saw you provoked the elves?"

"I didn't provoke it in the first place," Simmons explained, "but then it did."

"Huh?" An He looked puzzled.

"Isaiah is here for the elves. Of course I won't be polite if he trespasses on your residence."

The elf poked his head from behind Isaiah, staring at An He without blinking.

An He glanced at the flowers in the courtyard, and immediately had an answer.

"So you're not an elf?" The little elf asked in surprise.

An He said, "No."

Hearing his answer without hesitation, Isaiah pursed her lips.

"You should go, Isaiah." An He said lightly, "It's really not safe for you to stay in the blood clan territory, and I can't explain it."

With a sullen expression, Isaiah turned to the elf and said, "I'll take you back to the elves."

"What?" The elf opened his eyes wide, "May I not leave for now?"

"You want to stay here, why?" Isaiah looked puzzled, "There are many of your kind in the elves."

"But he was the one who gave birth to me." The little elf lowered his voice and flew towards An He's direction.

Isaiah's face darkened: "He is dangerous, don't get close to him."

"You really shouldn't stay." An He also stopped her aloud, "This is not a suitable destination for you, the elves are."

After An He said this, the elf reluctantly agreed.

Before leaving, Isaiah glanced at An He and said in a cold voice, "You are hurt."

An He said indifferently, "So?"

"It's nothing."

Isaiah didn't stay any longer, and soon left with the elf.

"Your Excellency, please sit down." Simmons had already taken out a large amount of medical supplies to treat An He's injury, and even brought in a soft chair.

An He asked unexpectedly: "When did these extra medical supplies come out?"

"I bought it just in case I needed it," Simmons replied, "I hope you will forgive me for my presumptuous assertion."

An He raised his left hand, his loose sleeves drooped, revealing a scar on his wrist, "It will heal soon."

The amazing physical recovery ability is the talent of the blood race. An He's half of the elven blood did not weaken this talent, but strengthened it. He didn't understand why Isaiah made such a small injury.

Simmons said sadly: "You don't care about your body too much."

An He heard that he had a headache, and said helplessly, "Okay, I'll leave it to you."

After Simmons became loyal, he was normal at first, but then he developed into a strange direction at some point, taking care of An He's life in every possible way.

Looking at Simmons' gloomy and aristocratic image, who would have imagined that he could become an old lady?

Anyway, An He didn't think of it beforehand.

An He was speechless and said, "You'd better hurry up, otherwise the wound will heal itself before you finish the treatment."

Simmons obediently accelerated the speed of treatment.

An He sighed.

After the elf left, An He still took good care of the plants in the yard.

Looking at the lush courtyard, An He smiled contentedly.

The system pointed out a question: "You betrayed the Claureus clan and your plan to form your own force is being steadily implemented. How come you haven't had as much sense of accomplishment as planting?"

"This reminds me of the days before time travel." An He answered the system in his mind, "Simple labor is the most glorious."

Simmons walked in from the outside carrying a basket of fruit, and the gloomy nobleman became more and more down-to-earth.

He knew that An He liked to eat human food, and would often bring some over. However, the food Simmons bought was expensive and high-end, and the fruits in the basket were very ordinary, but each one was fresh and plump, and it could be seen that they had been carefully selected. An He Casually asked: "Someone sent it?"

"Yes, I helped a few ordinary humans on the way back." Simmons returned from a mission outside the blood clan's territory.The work of the blood clan no longer brings him pressure and aversion. He never thought of living such a life before, and the future is full of expectations.

An He laughed: "Isn't it very good?"

Simmons instantly felt that with An He's approval, the opinions of other blood races were not important.

He really began to think that kindness is his advantage over other blood races.

Because of his kindness, he was lucky enough to follow An He.

"I have one more thing I want to ask you."

An He asked, "What's the matter?"

"I am your subordinate. If you encounter danger in the future, please let me stand in front of you." Simmons said from the bottom of his heart.

"That's not allowed." An He smiled and shook his head and refused, "When I want to buy people's hearts, I must stand in front and set an example. Besides, you were involved in the dangerous vortex because of me, of course I can't hide behind .”

Simmons realized that the gap between him and the prince was too far.

He kept looking up at the prince's back until the prince died, and all his expectations of life were shattered.

Unexpectedly, he would actually see the shadow of the prince in a human being.

At this moment, Simmons stared at An He's back.

Eleanor's furious voice came over, although the distance was very close, it sounded like a veil between his ears.

"Simmons, how dare you mistake the prince!"

"I'm going to tear you to pieces!"

Simmons didn't care.

The other blood race cast surprised gazes.

After the prince passed away, Simmons' soul seemed to be taken away together, and everything was no longer important to him. He locked himself in a remote courtyard and never participated in blood clan affairs.

Simmons would not have reappeared had it not been for the theft of the Prince's ring.

In order to find the ring, Simmons was unwilling to rest for a moment. As time went by, there was no news about the ring. Simmons's surface remained unchanged, but the gloom in his eyes was getting deeper and deeper.

They thought to themselves, did Earl Simmons miss the prince too much, and finally lost his mind after being too much stimulated?

"You're wrong." An He said.

The author has something to say: An He didn't grow vegetables before time travel

It's my mother who likes to grow some side dishes on the balcony, so he helps

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