Blood Lovers: Frost Cutpoint Password

aspect, but not absolute.Otherwise, that person would never be able to use that book to make a deal anyway. "

"Anyway, Gornroth has a terrible bargaining chip." Diolot put Noy on the bed in the guest room and covered him with a quilt, stood up and looked at the open window and whispered. "If there is no regulation that merchants cannot use their own goods, that book will bring terrible troubles to the Bloody Continent."

Ronald was still asleep when he returned to the room.The quiet sleeping face is covered with a light night shadow, like a wolf dreaming against the shadow of a tree under the night.

He knew that his strength was not as good as his, and even a small trick could not fool him no matter what.He could worry about his concealment before, and he will be the same after that.It's just that he doesn't ask any more questions.

While turning over, the thin quilt slipped to reveal the man's strong shoulders and neck, and the thin silver chain wrapped around his neck was pendant with a deep and shiny eagle ornament, and the ruby-studded eyes stared fiercely and coldly at the night.

Diolot breathed a sigh of relief, unbuttoned his nightgown and put it on the gentle body, sighed softly, and fell asleep with his eyes closed.

--

The sky was rendered into a dark color by the full house of delicate flowers.

Black vines snaking across the dark land, dry, black and dead, but alive.

The sharp teeth are open, and the buds protruding from the side are still covered with mist, and the delicate lips are pouted hazily.

The graceful figure sitting in the small pavilion in the garden wearing a black fox fur coat, with long dark blue hair hanging all over the ground, coiled around the flower vines climbing up the steps, is obviously dark and treacherous and gorgeous, but no matter how you look at it There was an indescribable malice.It seemed that those hairs that were slightly phosphorescent in the twilight were the poison of killing gods, and a little bit of contamination could kill the unbloomed flowers into dead things.

Nom Cole took the object in the waiter's hand, turned his heels lightly and stepped into the courtyard.The vines that covered the land everywhere were trampled under his feet, making a crisp crackling sound, and there was a wailing cry when he was about to die in a trance.

He looked at the figure sitting quietly in the courtyard, and an indescribable cold light flashed across his usually calm eyes.

Not too close to that person, not because of jealousy or fear of anything else, but because that person resists all blood races mixed with human breath.

That kind of naked contempt made people angry, but under the confrontation between strength and strength, they had to bow their heads and surrender.

Standing under the steps, Nom Cole looked at the person who couldn't see the side face clearly, and gently raised the thing in his hand.

"I found what you wanted."

The people in the seat didn't answer or even move. Norm Cole didn't wait. He put down his hands and continued, "You must be aware that Your Majesty is getting impatient, so you must get everything done quickly."

"All the conditions you need have been met, I hope I can see the result sooner." After speaking, without waiting for the person above to respond, in fact he felt that the person would not respond to him, Nom Cole put the things in his hand Put it on the side of the flower bed, turn around and stride away.

After a long silence, the objects on the flower bed seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, suddenly soared into the air and flew towards the small pavilion, accurately and gently landed on the open palms of the meditating people.Accompanied by a feminine tone, with a bit of sarcasm.

"Maybe even Ronald himself doesn't know the truth about his Falcon Manor."

"I really want to see his frightened expression." After a pause, the words that came out in response were the voice of a completely different second person.But there was really only one person sitting here.

"Now, there is a chance."

The rectangular box resting peacefully in the palm of my hand was carved out of unknown wood, but it actually shone with a metal-like luster in the current incomparably dull light.

Pale fingertips lightly brushed the pattern on the surface of the box, and the overlapping voices of the two people sneered at the same time.In this empty courtyard full of flowers and dazzling flowers, the charming voice unique to women was abruptly distorted into infinite gloom.

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Before dawn, Ronald was awakened by a hasty knock on the door.

When he opened the door, he saw Crowe's frowning serious face, and his heart sank slightly. "What happened?"

"I found this in the woods." Crowe raised his hand to reveal a dying crow and said slowly at him. "It's a raven."

Ronald's complexion darkened, he took the crow that was about to die soon, looked down carefully, and found no signs.

"It smells like Ravonol." He paused, then turned sideways to let Claude enter the room. "Revono... news from Paris."

"Paris..." "Gloria." He put the crow on the table, bit his finger and dripped two drops of blood from its mouth. Ming.Listening to those voices, Ronald's expression became more and more gloomy.

"What did it say?" Crowe narrowed his eyes, looking a little uncomfortable.Those sharp tones entered his ears like sharp knives pierced the eardrum, and he, who has excellent hearing, was still troubled by this kind of noise.

"It said that her brother put her under house arrest, and she couldn't send any more messages. She used illusion to confuse the guards and released this raven. I don't know if she can successfully reach here. What she wants to say is that Sabat has already started to act. Yes, Nom Cole got it... I didn't hear the latter, but it seems to be a magic tool, but I don't know what it is. She also said that maybe the Sabat on the ground will be right here soon. The siege is underway. Let us be careful." Ronald frowned as he looked at the dead Crow after struggling to spit out the last syllable, and the color in his eyes became cold.

"It's really speeding up." Crowe was stunned and then sneered. "Magic equipment? What good things can they get?"

"Don't take it lightly." Ronald's palm caressed the raven on the table, and the dead bird turned into a pool of ashes like a weathered sculpture. "Nom Cole may not have much ability, but behind him is Sabat Elder's House." Ronald said seriously, "The Elder's House is not an ordinary young man."

"It seems...someone is really determined to get what is under our feet." Before Crowe could reply, another voice came in with the displeasure of having a good dream disturbed.

Crowe looked sideways at Diolot, who came out of the inner room with a displeased face, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Sorry for waking you up." Ronald was still staring at the ashes on the table thinking. "Encirclement and suppression... why did Sabat suddenly think of doing this? They never like to form a group... Oh, they can't form a group at all." "If they can't form a group, they will also Here." Diolot glanced at the ashes on the table, and the corners of his eyes twitched slightly. "what?"

"The ravens flew over from the house of Raveneau in Paris." Crowe said briefly, "Sabat has started to collect the net."

"Have they ever cast a net?" It was a little strange to hear him say that about Ronald and Diolot.

Crowe raised his eyebrows and looked at the two of them, with an indescribably complicated expression, "Didn't cast a net? Well, I don't know." Shrugging his shoulders indifferently, he turned and prepared to leave. "I will continue to monitor my surroundings, but—you also know that there are too many things in this world that can deceive my ears, so you'd better tell me what you want to do, otherwise I won't be able to sleep well."

Ronald smiled slightly. "No, you don't have to do anything, just sleep well."

"Huh?" Crowe paused, looking back at him suspiciously, but the expression on that face was indeed such a relaxed and real look.His slender winking eyes narrowed slightly, and he moved his fingers, "What do you want to do?"

"No, I'm not going to do anything." Ronald took a breath and chuckled. "Open the door wide to welcome guests, that's all."

"..." Crowe looked at him seriously for a while, and after making sure that he couldn't get any other information from his face, he snorted and walked away.

"..." Looking at the closed door, Ronald's posture of leaning against the table froze, and he slowly relaxed and stood up straight.

Diolot stepped forward slowly and touched his shoulder, lowered his eyes to look at the scattered ashes on the table, stretched out his hand and swept across it with an indifferent expression.

"how do you want to do it?"

"I do not know."

"If there is really no way, breaking the seal is not a serious crime that will be severely punished."

"No...it's not like that..."

"Then what do you want to say?" Diolot was a little impatient.

Ronald's face looked a little pale. He smiled weakly when he heard the other party's displeased words, and slowly turned his head.

"No... just a little impatient to wait."

Diolot looked at his back, and that figure gave him a somewhat different feeling at the moment. Although he couldn't tell what was different, he still felt that this person seemed to be hiding something.

"Ron." With a twitch in his heart, he stretched out his hand and pulled Ronald to face him, squinting into his eyes.

"Ok?"

"Did you hide something from me?" He narrowed his eyes, and there seemed to be something flickering in those deep wolf eyes against the light, but when he looked carefully, there was nothing.

Business as usual.

Ronald smiled and reached out to massage his head. "What can I hide from you?" After speaking, he broke away and walked aside. "Don't think about it, you just woke up