Oleg didn't move, he stood there and watched the boy open the huge coffin, in which was a small white square table, from which the smell of blood came out, as if it were the hospitality of the blood clan.

"What about Ian IV?"

"In the labyrinth, my illusion. The boy had a slight smile on his face, black hair, and a blue and white aristocratic dress, and he tied his bow tie very seriously.

The blood clan is like this, no matter what class of the blood clan, more or less have such a problem. And the young man in front of him is not lightly ill.

But, he actually said that he lived longer than himself?

He was only born three hundred years later than Ficher, and there was not much difference in age before he had the opportunity to challenge him. If there is anyone who lives longer than Ficher, I am not sure that I can defeat him.

For the Bloodline, age is almost synonymous with strength.

"I haven't heard of any Bloods who can hallucinate, or do you know sorcery?" Oleg still assumed an offensive stance, his muscles tense and ready to pounce at any moment.

"It's not a bad thing to learn miscellaneous, but when you have time, you have to know how to understand it. The boy's hand flashed with the light of the spirit spell and said, "The spirit spell can also do the effect of witchcraft, and witchcraft can also do the effect of the spirit spell." ”

"Really?" Oleg relaxed in the boy's languid tone, and the strength he displayed aroused his curiosity even more: "You have also learned both?"

The boy smiled and did not speak. He turned around and picked up the wine glass on the table and brought it to Oleg. The blood in the cup seems to remain warm all the time, and it seems that it never clots.

Oleg stared at the blood in the cup for a moment, then at the boy, but did not take it.

The boy brought the glass close to his lips and took a sip, the smell of blood around him getting stronger.

"It's the blood of the nobles, but don't worry, I didn't kill anyone. The boy watched as Oleg took the glass, touched the rim lightly, turned to walk in the darkness, and said, "The city of Kowi welcomes neither the mage, nor the Lords, nor the bloods. ”

He opened the coffin again, and this time inside the coffin were more than a dozen blood bags of various sizes.

Some of the blood bags had their names written on them, some of them were blank, and some of them were empty and there was nothing in them.

"Mr. Oleg, before you became a blood clan, you were a chef, just like humans make bacon, do you know how to preserve the deliciousness of blood for a long time?"

"You can add salt ......"

"I'm talking about the non-condensing method. ”

Oleg shook his head and stared at the wine glass in his hand, maybe the blood in it was also the result of long-term preservation, but he didn't drink any difference from the blood.

"I've found that the best thing to do is to have a spell. The boy said, "You know what? Spells are like a bridge to the truth, you just need to find a reasonable program to do what you want to do." Witchcraft is often only effective for people, and the ritual of panic is too restricted. And the city of Kowe, they want to build a bridge to the truth themselves. But people don't know that the people who can see the truth have been fixed, and one will make up for one, but not more. ”

"Who the hell are you?" Oleg frowned.

"It doesn't matter who I am, the point is that I know what you want. The boy pulled out two more things from the coffin, a blood bag and a stack of paper with patterns on it.

He handed the blood bag with his name on it side up and handed it to Oleg.

It reads: Esneo Holder.

Kewei Group, a member of the Committee of Nine, his resume does not need to be repeated, because the wreath in his honor was placed in the center of the street a hundred meters away.

It was close at hand, but no one found the dead man's blood in the hands of a boy.

"You won't ...... The blood of nine people has been collected, right?" Oleg took the blood bag and his hand trembled a little.

Being able to collect their blood as a blood clan already shows that the boy is not simple.

"It's not just these nine people. The boy still smiled, but didn't reveal anything more: "Take it, and this spell, you can use it too." ”

"This spell?" Oleg was skeptical of the word, and he took the stack of papers, each one full of charms: "This is more than one spell, right?"

"The variants and fusions of the two eighth-order spirit spells, except for the immortal page, no one will find any trace of you. ”

"Senior, why did you help me?"

Oleg watched the boy turn around and get into the coffin, as if he was going to get a good night's sleep, hearing this, he glanced sideways at Oleg, and said: "It's rare for an active junior to appear in the blood clan, so simple to die, or die stupidly with Shudruman, it's not worth it." Since he has Chumol behind him, and there is the Black Tower, you have to believe that there are people behind you. ”

After saying this, the boy completely disappeared into the coffin. A few bats fluttered in his face, he covered his hand, and the next second, he heard Xia Nai's voice.

"Mr. Oleg, Mr. Oleg!"

Xanai pounced on Oleg and helped him press on his chest.

"Ahem. ”

"Wake up, wake up, sister, don't press it. ”

"That is, can the Bloods be rescued after they die?" Ian IV's voice came from the side. Oleg, who regained consciousness, opened his eyes and followed Ian's gaze, he saw a bat flying towards the starry sky in the dark night, and the sensitive Ian had already seen this vision, maybe he had already guessed a few points.

"It's okay, I'm confused. ”

"Who can confuse you?" Ian stepped forward and pulled Oleg up from the ground and held his right hand: "And give you something out of thin air?"

Oleg looked down and saw that the blood bag and the spirit spell were displayed in front of Ian, and several people covered their mouths in surprise when they saw the names on the blood bag.

If this blood bag is true, then this is the only clue left by Holder, who is already dead.

"Is it possible that this blood clan is lying to you?" Ian touched his chin after listening to Oleg's words, and asked, "Where is there such a good thing, there are masters waiting here to give you something." ”

"He's supposed to be much stronger than me, at least, these spells are real. Oleg flipped through the papers in the dark, patted Ian on the shoulder, and said, "I'll go back tonight, I'm going to study these things." ”

Ian and the others looked at each other, seeing that it was getting late, and they all raised their hands in approval. Xia Nai also took the leaflet to the tavern and bought some supper, and the refreshing beer was delicious, and the summer began to be wonderful.

Oleg wrote and drew on a bed, and the paper in his hand filled the bed, and under his study, soon all the paper was put together into a round charm.

It's so mysterious and complicated that if you want to finish it in one stroke, you don't know how long it will take the computer to calculate.

"What level of spell is this?" Ian leaned in, and Chana helped pluck Hazelnut from the side.

"At least level eight, level eight spirit spells, skilled mages also need to draw for half an hour. Oleg imitated the spirit spell, his fingers drew in the void for a moment, and the blue energy quickly condensed in his hand, but as long as he drew one wrong place, the spiritual power disappeared without a trace.

"Can you do it?"

"As long as it is a spirit spell above level six, what you eat is the talent of a mage. The talent of the Bloodline is already set at birth, and if I can't understand it, I will have to find another skill. Oleg waved his hand impatiently: "Go to sleep, don't disturb me." ”

"Oh. Ian took Chanay and Pamorissa's hands and said, "Let's not disturb him, let's go to sleep." ”

"Hmm. Pamulissa smiled and nodded.

"Young master, there is only one bed in the other room............ Xia Nai said.

"You sleep in the bed, I sleep on the floor, get up tomorrow morning, and wait for Oleg's good news. Ian tapped the two forest elves on the shoulder,

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The next day, at three o'clock in the morning, Xia Nai, who came back from buying breakfast, couldn't bear to disturb Oleg next door. But just as she was going to buy lunch, the door next to her opened suddenly, startling her.

There are only four rooms on the fourth floor, and the innermost two are surrounded by Ian, and the surroundings are very quiet at this time, and the sound of the door opening is unusually loud.

But when Xia Nai looked closely, there was no one behind the door.

"Mr. Oleg?" she ran goosebumps as she ruffled her hair and leaned closer to the room to look inside. I thought to myself, don't have another adventure last night, this small Kewei City is going to hide so many masters, and I should take Young Master Ian away as soon as possible.

But when she fully entered the room, she found that there was still no one inside, and Oleg did not wait behind the door to scare her.

"Mr. Oleg?ah......hhhh

She hurriedly looked for the shadow to get in, the lunch in her hand fell to the ground, and the saber on her body was picked up by her, with a posture of meeting the enemy.

"You can't see me at all?" At this moment, Oleg's voice came from a corner of the room, and Xia Nai looked up again to find that Oleg, who was neatly dressed, was standing at the door, but the dark circles under his eyes were a little heavy.

"I didn't see it, I didn't even make a sound...... "Xia Nai picked up her lunch with a trembling expression, with a distressed expression: "Mr. Oleg, what are you doing?"

"The spell should have worked. Oleg smiled innocently, reopened the door, and shouted to the other side: "Hudruman!

"Oh, my ancestors, don't shout so loudly. Ian was wearing pajamas, rubbing his eyes and opening the door, almost covering Oleg's mouth: "What's the matter, you have learned? It seems that you have a lot of talent." You should change your career to study mathematics, and you will contribute more to humanity. ”

"The eighth-order spirit spell, let's name it 'No Trace' for the time being, it is estimated that the blood clan did not record it in the legal code, and they will never appear in public. Oleg couldn't wait to pull Ian closer to the room, and after almost an hour, the spiritual power completely enveloped Ian's body, completely engulfing his whereabouts.

Under the fierce sunlight, the four of them returned to their original streets, and none of them could see them.

Even the knights guarding the gate of the construction site did not squint.

"Let's go, let's go inside. Oleg held a blood bag in his hand, waited for the other party to change shifts, and walked into the construction site with Ian.