Autumn 1508, Archduchy of Austria, Linz. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

As night fell, the sails faded and the Danube slept peacefully after the day's exhaustion. The taverns on both sides of the river were brightly lit, and merchants and fishermen with different accents gathered here, holding beer glasses in their hands, and talking in vulgar language about the princes and nobles of the castle, with red faces and thick necks.

The streets along the river are deserted, and there are few people, except for two figures, one tall and one short, walking side by side. Both men wore cloaks and buried their faces in the shadow of their hoods, so that their true faces could not be seen. Occasionally, when the street lights happened to shimmer across their faces, a strange red light flashed from under the hood.

If the clergy of the church had seen this, they would have removed the cross from their necks on the spot, pinched it in the palm of their hand, and read the Bible aloud. Leaving aside the usefulness of this behavior, at this point, there would be no church members wandering the streets at all, so the two vampires could quietly walk through the human street market to their destination.

"Fran ......," said the short man, as he walked, "my sister, she...... Is it really here?"

The man's voice was sharp and thin, sounding like a little girl who had not yet begun to develop. In fact, she was still a little older than a child of that age - not much, only five years.

"I'm not sure. The tall man beside her whispered, "That's why we're going to find out, aren't we?"

The tall man's voice sounded like that of a young man, about in his teens and twenties. Of course, even after another thousand years, his voice will not change in the slightest.

"It's been five years since then...... the short man muttered to himself, "and I don't know what happened to Fran." ”

"You have to see people in life, and you have to see corpses in death, that's what we agreed at the beginning, right?" the tall man listened to her words and bowed his head.

"Hmm. ”

"That's easy to say, five years, five hundred years, as long as the person hasn't been found, let's keep looking, anyway, there is time, right?"

"Hmm!"

The short man nodded heavily, and quickened his pace. Gradually, the two drifted away from the heart of the city and into the squalid and gloomy slums.

Unlike the city center, it is dark, and you can't see your fingers, and probably the people who live on this street can't afford to use oil lamps! This narrow alley is full of garbage, the sour smell of food decay mixed with the stench of human excrement, and the swarm of flies and the stench of the sky. It can be seen that there is neither a drainage system nor a concept of hygiene.

The homeless people were lying lazily on the garbage heap on the side of the street, holding half a bottle of cheap and shoddy wine in their hands, unconscious. Even if they are stepped on by someone passing by, they will not react in any way, and they do not know if they are dead or asleep.

Two visitors, whose vision was not affected by the darkness, covered their mouths and noses with their cloaks, walked briskly through the rows of huts, and finally stopped at the door of a shop.

Like many of the shops on this street, it is a grocery store that sells low-quality food at low prices, along with home-brewed water. A wooden sign in the shape of a cat's head hanging on the door of the store is probably the only feature of this store.

And the tall man, relying on this wooden sign, locked on to the target.

"It's here. He glanced at the wooden sign and said.

"Is this the place?" said the short man, suspiciously, "it looks ordinary." ”

"'Ominous Black Cat grocery store at the end of the street with a cat's head wooden sign on the door,' is what my informant told me. Anyway, let's go in and take a look!"

With that, the tall man kicked open the door and led the short man into the dark grocery store.

The sound of his foot was heard through most of the street, but there was not even a single person who opened the door to confirm the situation. Presumably, the residents of this street have long been accustomed to burglaries and debt collection, and they are too lazy to bother with this idle matter, so as not to get into trouble.

Thanks to their numbness, the two uninvited guests moved more smoothly tonight than expected.

The store is not very spacey, and the shelves are crammed, which makes it look cramped. As soon as the two of them entered the door, they hadn't taken two steps when three strong men with knives jumped out of the dark room, and the man at the head asked viciously:

"Who are you and what are you doing here?"

The tall man standing in front did not answer his question, but looked at the three men carefully, and chuckled:

"You're human. ”

"Lao Tzu asks you!" the big man waved the long knife in his hand and shouted.

The broadsword in his hand glittered silver in the darkness, and those who knew it could tell by looking at its luster that it was expensive, and it was not something that a man hiding in a slum could afford.

"Well, I have some questions for you. The tall man once again ignored the other man's inquiry, and said to himself, "We are looking for a little girl, about ten years old, blonde, whose name is Flandrew, do you have any impression?"

When the big man heard this, he was stunned for a moment, and then he raised the long knife in his hand and slashed heavily at the person in front of him.

"Die!" he roared as the blade fell.

This knife is both straight and steady, which shows that the person who wields the knife is not a reckless man with brute force, but a practitioner who makes real kung fu. If it was an ordinary person standing in front of him, he would definitely be unable to dodge, and he would be split in half from top to bottom, and he would die with a whimper!

It's a pity that what he is facing at this time is not only not an ordinary person, but even a human being.

The black cloak shattered into pieces of cloth in front of his eyes, but the imaginary scene of blood splashing did not appear, and the hand felt soft, without any real sense of hitting the target. Sensing the abnormality, he was about to turn around, but found that his body could not move.

No, it's not that he can't move, but it's out of control, because the part that connects his brain to his torso, his neck, has been severed.

As his head slipped from his neck, he saw the bodies of his two companions, who had fallen with him. This scene will be imprinted in his soul as a farewell gift, and follow him all the way to the Nai He Bridge.

Standing in the middle of the three corpses was a handsome young man with black hair and red eyes, who did not look like a local from the physiognomy. He was dressed in an aristocratic black gown, with a few rags hanging from it—the remains of the cloak that had just been draped over him.

"Thank you for your cooperation. ”

The boy shook off the drops of blood from his fingers and bowed gracefully to the three corpses that had fallen to the ground.

At this point, the short man also took off his cloak and threw it aside. Beneath this black coarse cloth cloak hides a petite girl with batwing on her back. The girl was dressed in a light red dress and looked like a rich lady.

"Nalan, how did it turn out. The girl took two steps forward, stood beside the boy, and asked.

"Bingo, I've won the lottery!" Nalan said with a smile and snapped his fingers.

"How do you tell. ”

"Looks, movements, and intuition. "He may not want to say it, but his body doesn't lie." He faltered a little when I pronounced the name 'Flandrew', which at least meant that he knew the name. ”

"That's ......"

"Yes, that means your sister must have been here, and if we hadn't been late, she might not have had time to leave. ”

"Fran......" Remilia lowered her head, her heart full of mixed feelings.

The thought of being able to reunite with her only blood relative soon, of course, she was so happy that she almost cried. But in addition to being happy, there was a trace of worry in her heart.

Now that she is really accepted by her sister?

Remilia glanced back at the wings that had emerged from her back, smiled wryly and shook her head.

"Remy, I don't know what you think. "But if I were human and my only sister became a vampire, I would still love her as much as I always did, and I would even beg her to turn me into a vampire." ”

"Why?"

"Hey, that's my sister!" Nalan stopped what she was doing and turned back, "I mean, if I have such a relative left, then do I have to choose? I have to follow her, don't I?"

"So be at ease," he said, turning his head back again, and going on with what he was supposed to do, "your sister is your sister, and you are still her sister, and no matter what you become, that will never change." ”

"Hmm. Remilia nodded, and then went up to give Nalan a hand.

The two of them emptied the shelves of things, and they didn't find any suspicious mechanisms or anything else. At this time, Nalan Yu suddenly leaned down, squatted on the ground, pointed to the floor and said:

"Look at this. ”

Remilia followed his fingers and saw two lines of shallow scratches on the wooden floor. Considering the surrounding light environment, if the two of them were humans without night vision, I am afraid it would be impossible to find this detail!

"It seems that the shelves are constantly pushed open, and there may be something hidden underneath. Remilia speculated.

"Clever!"

Nalan straightened up and slammed the shelf that stood on the scratch with a punch. The two of them took a look at the pieces of wood on the ground and found that there was indeed a small secret door hidden underneath.

"You first, I'll go first?" asked Nalan Twilight as he opened the secret door.

"I'll go first!"

Remilia, who had followed Nalan Twilight all the way, walked very resolutely to the front at this time. The two of them walked down the stairs under the secret door, and in a short time they came to a cold, damp cellar.

The space in the cellar is larger than the shop above, and the stone walls are lit with torches on all sides, and the light of the fire illuminates the sealed cellar. There were only two things in the cellar - a small table full of papers and books, and a large cylindrical iron cage large enough to hold one person.

The iron cage stood in the middle of the cellar, and in it sat a blonde girl in ragged clothes. The girl looked about ten years old, with a pale complexion, skinny skin, and almost no flesh on her body, except skin and bones, and she looked not at all like a living person, but like a starving corpse. She sat there with her eyes closed, her head down, unresponsive to the movement of the outside world, whether she was dead or fainted.

Remilia recognized at a glance the face that resembled hers, and recognized the blonde hair that was different from hers. After so many years, the person who haunted her finally appeared in front of her.

The girl in the cage is her own sister, Flandrew, and there is absolutely nothing wrong with it.

"Fran...... Fran!"

Crying and shouting, Remilia rushed forward, taping her entire body to the cage. She grasped the railing with both hands, but found that no matter how hard she tried, she could not tear the fragile cage - it was definitely not made of iron, and even if it was, it could not be ordinary iron.

"Fran, you...... Wait a minute, I'll get you out!"

Remilia shuddered uncontrollably, snot and tears mixed together and ran down her open mouth, tasting salty. She scrambled to find a lock on the edge of the cage, but her eyes were blurred with tears and she couldn't find it for a long time.

Nalan looked at her sluggy appearance, and couldn't cry or laugh for a while, so she shook her head and walked to the small table and looked through the information on it.

"Find ...... Found it!"

Remilia felt the lock hanging from the cage door with all her senses, and quickly crushed it. The narrow cage door creaked open, and the last barrier separating the two sisters was gone.

"Fran!"

Remilia rushed to the cage and grabbed her sister, Flandrew. After all these years, she finally felt the body temperature of her loved ones again—a feeling that was heartbreaking.

The person in her arms was as light as paper, and Remilia hugged her, barely feeling a trace of warmth. Only the faint heartbeat that seemed to disappear at any moment could make Remilia breathe a little relieved, and at the same time, it also pierced her heart deeply.

She didn't know how cruel the abuse Flan had endured to get to her, but she swore that from now on, no one would be able to touch even a finger of her sister.

She'll never be separated from Fran again, never again.

"Sister...... Is it my sister?"

At this time, the girl in her arms woke up and opened a pair of red eyes as bright as blood—not the color of human pupils.

The eyes, which were exactly the same as Remilia's "now" eyes. It's a pity that Remilia, who hugged Fran closely, didn't notice this abnormality.

"Well, it's me, I'm your sister, Remilia!" Remilia said in a choked voice.

"Sister, great, sister!"

Unlike her sister, Fran's face was clean and there wasn't a teardrop. She smiled, but her eyes were so hollow that they were frightening, and her extremely incongruous expression looked very strange.

"Now, sister, Fran has a question for you......"

The two pale, slender little arms moved, and in turn hugged Remilia tightly, with such force that it made Remilia's back ache.

Speaking of which, can such thin arms really exert such great strength?

Such doubts only lingered in Remilia's mind for a moment, and then dissipated. She didn't think too much, she couldn't think too much—her longing sister was lying in her arms, and that was what she could think!

"Well, let's go!" Remilia sniffed and nodded.

"Excuse me, dear sister......" Flandrelu leaned into Remilia's ear and whispered her plea, "Can I kill you?"

"Huh?"

Everything happened so fast that Remilia didn't even understand the meaning of the words, and she didn't even have time to listen to Fran's words, and Flandrew's little hands were already clenched.

Before losing consciousness, the last thing Remilia heard was the sound of her own body shattering, and Nalan Twilight's fading shouts.

"Remy, get out of there, that guy is dangerous!"