If the unconscious young man could still perceive the outside world subconsciously, he would be confused about whether the speaker was death or a savior, and when he opened his eyes, the only thing he could confirm was that he was still alive.

Before he could fully see his surroundings, he first smelled a strange mixture of soy sauce and various spices, and the sound of snoring and purring seemed to be eating noodles. He tilted his head slightly to the sound and taste, his eyes fixed on the boy.

He was sitting cross-legged on the hospital bed next to him, with a computer on the small table, holding an instant noodle bowl in his hand and staring at the computer screen while sending noodles to his mouth, and the strange smell emanated from the instant noodles in his hand.

Maybe because of his profession, the man didn't bother him at first, but took a closer look, black hair, black eyes, yellow skin, should be Azi Asian, wearing a hooded sweatshirt and jeans, and his attention was completely on the game on the screen, and the preliminary judgment was basically harmless.

After some brief research, he decided to speak, and when he did, he only made a sizzling sound, and it was clear that his vocal cords had not opened for a while. And this small sizzling sound can't compete with the sound of a fight in a boy's computer game.

He pondered for a while before he made a sound: "May I ask ......" At this time he heard the boy's impatient voice: "Don't ask me where you are, you are in the hospital, you have been asleep for three days, what do you have to say until I finish this game." The man was stunned by the complete and irrefutable words he heard when he opened his eyes.

He listened to the sound of fighting coming from the computer, wondering how he could sleep in such a harsh noise environment for three whole days! That's what a lot of perseverance it takes, or... His hand subconsciously touched his chest wrapped in bandages, "I really passed by death..."At this time, there was a dense gunshot sound from the computer, and he looked up at the cold white ceiling: "Oh....?Custer. Roy... You actually wish you were dead......"

Twenty-five years ago, on a snowy night in winter, in the city of Milano, Italia

Thin flakes of snow fell on the pine needle trees in the courtyard, and the silent streets were deserted. Only in the distant church can be heard the sound of a gentle chant. Every house on both sides of the street decorates their homes with Christmas decorations to add to the festive atmosphere.

An old-fashioned two-story house with lanterns hanging from the door beams on the outside. Twinkling lights illuminate the snowy courtyard, and a three-year-old boy is busy building a snowman with an adult man in his thirties.

The adult man stacked the big snowball on the snowdrift and said to the boy next to him, "Look at this snowman who is taller than our Custer." The little boy looked up at the snowman and asked, "Will I be so tall in the future?" Man: "Of course! You'll be taller than Daddy in the future! ”

The little boy's clear eyes showed a curious look: "Really? Will I really be taller than my dad? Man: "Of course! With that, he held up his arm and said, "Custer is taller than Daddy now." The boy chuckled. The man said, "The snowman only has eyes and nose and no mouth now, so I'll hold you, can you draw it?" ”

The little boy blinked and asked the man, "How should I draw it?" At this time, the corners of the man's mouth rose and said, "Just draw according to Daddy's mouth, let's draw a big smile." The little boy clapped his hands: "Okay! All right! The man leaned over and approached the snowman with the boy in his arms, just as the chant of the church in the distance drew the last note.

With a long falling voice, the man heard a voice behind him, "Willis. Mr. Roy. There was no sound of footsteps, the smile on the man's face disappeared in an instant, and the boy's blue eyes stared at his father tightly. At this time, her father's face showed an expression that she had never seen before, and it felt as cold as snow.

Willis, the father, slowly lowered his son Custer down and whispered to him, "When I turn around, you run to Mommy, do you understand?" Custer had never seen his father's expression so stern, and he had never felt his father's hand on his shoulder so hard.

"Understood?" The father asked again, and the son nodded dumbly. At this time, he seemed to hear his father's soft sigh, he looked up at his father who slowly straightened up, snowflakes fell on his head, he stood in place like a statue, and suddenly a white light flashed in his palm, "Run!" The father turned and yelled.

Custer turned his head and ran towards the room behind him with all his might, feeling fear like never before, crying and running as hard as he could, his father's roar and strange flashes of light behind him, and he didn't dare to look back. The distance of more than ten meters used to be able to run to the door in one breath, but it seems so long at this time.

The snow stuck to the boots, and the footsteps became heavier and heavier: "Mom! Mom! He was crying in the direction of the house, when someone suddenly grabbed him by the neck and pushed him down into the snow. Custer! Father's shouts were in his ears, and Custer's face was buried in the snow. His mouth and nose were filled with cold snow that prevented him from breathing, and he struggled. A short knife was hanging over his head at this time.

"Custer!" The sound of his father's cries rang out at the same time as the gunshots rang out, and the force on his neck vanished, and Custer looked up from the snow in horror and breathed heavily. At this time, he saw the black liquid flowing in the pure white snow beside him. At this time, warm arms wrapped around his trembling body. The warm and familiar feeling dispelled the fear in his heart, and he cried out with a crying voice: "Mom....Mom..."

"Shirley!" Willis shouted, as his wife, Shirley, threw a coiled whip at him. Willis took it and shouted to his wife, "Go back!" "At his feet lay four people. Willis looked at the young man in a black coat standing across from him, his face hidden under a black bowler hat. Finally, his eyes fixed on the left chest of the crisp coat, a crystal crown horsehead brooch inlaid with purple, gray, pink, white, brown and black.

"The First Black Knight?" Willis's tone was questionable. The young man in front of him took off the bowler hat on his head and bowed to him: "Honorable Gordon District Sheriff, Vampire Hunter Guild First Class Hunter Willis. Mr. Roy, it's a pleasure to meet you. At this time, he straightened up, with a pale and handsome face with an expression that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and a pair of breathtaking red eyes squinted slightly, revealing a bit of noble cold arrogance.

"Pureblood!" Willis looked at his red eyes that seemed to have a soul flowing, and whispered alertly. The man put on his top hat and shiny leather shoes, stepped through the snow mixed with black blood, and took two steps forward to introduce himself: "It is Mr. Roy, I am none other than 'Lancelot', the first black knight of His Royal Highness the Godfather of Bram." (To be continued......)