Blood Lovers: Frost Cutpoint Password

In a corner that no one has noticed.

The monks live a poor and self-sufficient life in remote places. They own their own land to grow food and various crops, and rarely need to go outside to do anything.Some people need to come in and ask them to do something instead.

Like Diolotte, for example.

In the garden behind the monastery he found the man he needed to see.

It was a man in an old earth-colored monk's uniform. He was lowering his head and concentrating on loosening the soil for the plants in the flowerbed with a trowel.It was an old man, his hands were rough and old, and the dense tattoos had become a little discolored.There was no hair on the top of his head, and various strange lines were painted on his head. Those dense lines almost occupied his entire skin, some even spread to the neck, and no one knew how much of the body below the neck.In addition, there are no decorations or other patterns on the whole body, just like those unknown plants in the flower garden that have not yet bloomed.

There was no one else in the garden, only two if Diolot was included.Therefore, he put down his hood with great ease to reveal his face, and then bowed slightly to the monk who seemed to have paid no attention to anything and was only concentrating on loosening the soil.

"teacher."

The old man continued to loosen the soil for the flowerbed, but he didn't seem to hear his voice.Diolot wasn't in a hurry, he still bowed his waist and maintained a saluting posture.I don't know how long it took before I heard a low and graceful middle-aged woman's voice say: "You shouldn't come at this time."

It was the old man's voice.

Only then did Diolot straighten up and face him... No, it was she who smiled slightly. The facial features that were as stiff and weird as plaster statues, which had become pale due to environmental influences, stretched and bent out of arcs, bringing a kind of unbearable The creepy feeling of words.

"Although I disturbed the teacher, if you don't take advantage of this opportunity, you may not have time."

"You have been listening in the church for so long, what did you hear?"

"What else can the students hear besides finding some insignificant mistakes." The flashing dark red eyes rolled into a faint smile. "Don't embarrass me, teacher."

"The reason why you suddenly came here to find me," the old man stopped his work and slowly stood up with a trowel, turning his face to look at him. Although her hands are old, her facial muscles and skin are still intact. Maintains youthful firmness and smoothness.Without looking at those hands, that face would give no idea of ​​her true age. "I can't think of a second possibility other than that fallen red angel."

"Don't you believe that I will come because I miss you?" Diolot made a sad expression, lowered his eyelashes and looked dim. "We haven't seen each other for hundreds of years."

There was no expression on the old man's face. Although the tattoos all over her face made her facial features a little blurred, she really didn't show any expression to his words. Even those deep dark blue eyes The eyes are always indifferent. "If you don't tell me why you came, others will find you."

"Okay." Diolot withdrew his fake expression and sighed lightly. When he raised his eyes again, his expression became serious. "I hope you can tell me whether the sacred object of [Heaven], the Book of Mourning Angels, is still in place."

The old man's gaze swept across his face lightly. "Someone restricted your red angel through that book?"

Diolot's eyes flashed, "Yes. And this authority was obtained through trading with the shadow merchant. The students can't believe that anyone would take that book to trade with the shadow merchant." "You think [Heaven]'s What are those people?" There was a trace of disdain in the old man's flat tone. "Although it is not likely to be cheated, there are always a few people who don't care about the value of the book at all."

Diolot smiled in disbelief. "Stop joking, teacher, that's the death spot of angels."

When the old man looked at him, a smile seemed to flash across his eyes. "Then what about the death spot of your blood race?"

Diolot looked back innocently. "Nuclear weight. But we don't have a book called "The Book of Mourning the Bloodline" to record it." He curled up his lips with a smug look.

"Then why do angels need a book to record their death spots?" The old man snorted softly, put the trowel in his hand into the small grid on the wall, and then gently patted the soil stained on his sleeves . "Whether the book is still in [Heaven] or not, it is not a threat to you. Moreover, if your red angel is still in the accident, you will definitely not come to me." The old man in front of him clasped his hands Standing in the flower garden, she looked at him calmly. "You always like to let people know the whole story after you have dealt with everything yourself."

Diolot seemed a little embarrassed, bowed his head and smiled lightly before looking over again, ignoring her teasing. "Since you said there is no problem, the students can rest assured."

The old man waved his sleeves calmly. "You have always been a reassuring child, go do what you want to do, and don't come again if you have nothing to do."

"Teacher, what you said will make me think that you don't want to see me." Diolot put on a pitiful look again.

"Or do you want to accompany me next?" The old man glanced at him, "Although you have other smells blocking your breath, I don't think that's what you mean."

Diolot blinked and smiled helplessly. "I can't hide anything from you, teacher." He lowered his eyes slightly, raised his gloved hand to gently caress his neck under the cloak, and pressed his fingers on the carotid artery, feeling the subtle pulse and temperature from under the skin , a blurred and slightly regretful smile curved from the corner of his lips. "But it's getting weaker and weaker..."

The old man's calm eyes seemed to have become a little gentler, and they seemed to have a hint of affection. "There will be more, aren't you always confident?"

Diolotte raised his head to look at her, his eyes were bright and his smile was clear. The animal-shaped face that had been stimulated by the believer's light force had returned to normal at this moment, and his graceful and delicate face was as clear and beautiful as a spring blooming on the mountain outside the monastery. Like the delicate flowers on the ground, the dewy bright ink-colored phoenix eyes are smiling, and the long black hair is soft against the jade-white skin. Although the color of the cloak is a gloomy gray color, it still can't stop his eyes. Dazzling beauty and graceful temperament.The old man had never seen such an appearance before. The satisfaction and happiness that emanated from the depths of his body made him look like a "beauty", not a frosty beauty like a sculpture carved from ice and snow.

With a sigh in her heart, she nodded slightly. "The teacher is very pleased, Al."

Diolot grabbed the brim of the cloak with both hands and smiled when he heard the words, his melodious voice was gentle and melodious. "Teacher, I will not let you down. I am a student of 'Saint' Dishu, and I always remember that I have to be good enough to be worthy of this status."

"No, you should remember that you are a servant of 'Anusati', and everything you do needs to be good enough to be worthy of this status." The old man's tone was solemn, as if there was that person standing in front of him at the moment .And as a teacher, she wants to make her students who are "his" servants have the ability and spirit to be absolutely worthy of any identity or title she has.

Diolot gently knelt down on one knee and saluted her solemnly.

"No matter when and where, never forget your mission and belief. Praise Fran."

"Praise my Lord." The old man looked at him and replied softly.

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When going back, Diolot opened the [Boundary Gate] to a place still a certain distance away from Falcon Manor with a move of his mind.When he stepped out of the elemental vortex, waved his sleeves to shake off those lingering winds, looked at the scenery in front of him, and the corners of his lips twitched slightly.

This is the lavender field belonging to the Falcon Manor outside Aix.At this time, the night is falling, and the lavender that has not yet grown in spring gently stretches its young stems and branches in the still thin night, making a soft rustling sound in the wind.

The night crows stood on the trees on both sides of the field. Their red eyes flashed strangely and brightly in the dark night. It seemed to be the alarm that appeared at the gate of the realm just now. A deep stroke of ink.

Following those night crows and looking into the distance for a moment, Diolot retracted his gaze, stretched out his hand and pulled the cloak on his body, and walked towards Falcon Manor.

But before he had gone far, he stopped suddenly.

The lowered head hidden in the shadows slowly lifted up, and the deep black eyes gleaming with blood in the darkness met several pairs of equally cold eyes.

"Good night, Duke Diolot."

There are several blood clans in front of them, and the night wind brings a desolate desert atmosphere. In the warm and moist town of Aix, this atmosphere is particularly special and out of place.

"After waiting for so long, have you finally found an order?" Diolot chuckled, his loose cloak swaying faintly in the night wind, like a thin butterfly that couldn't bear the weight of its wings.

Several Sabat bloods smiled softly and did not speak, except for the one standing at the front, the silhouettes of the latter had slowly disappeared in the dark night, completely blending into the night.

"I heard that you have raised a powerful red angel, but I don't know if he is okay now?"

The ice instantly froze Diolot's eyes.He narrowed his eyes slightly, his soft eyes like Provence instantly twisted into bloody hideousness.

"Whether it's good or not...don't you just take a look and see?"

No.20 Night Cracking Phantom