"Hoo ......"

A white air wafted from under the hood, and the slender figure scurried in the moonlight, passing through the "shopping street" lined with stalls along the road, towards the center of the city.

"Ma'am, do you want to buy bread?"

The dirty child on the side of the street pitched his wares to the visitor, but when he saw the bloodshot red eyes under the hood, the child closed his mouth in amusement, and cowered back to the wall.

The uninvited guests ignored the merchants lining the streets, and just walked briskly towards the center of the city.

The castle under the cover of night is probably the "temple" that Duke Figner called in his letter.

With this in mind, the visitor's right hand, hidden under the cloak, touched the invitation in his pocket.

As a wandering "vampire aristocrat", Moria has become accustomed to wandering around. Having worked with humans a lot, she has long since learned to disguise herself in crowds and evade vampire hunters.

However, this seemingly ordinary small city seems to have some kind of magic, so that Moria, who is usually well disguised, is about to lose her true nature.

“……”

Looking at the vendors on the side of the street, who were still selling their goods without knowing the slightest danger coming, sniffing the tempting faint smell of blood in the air, and listening to the sound of sweet liquid flowing in her veins, Moriah restrained her blood-sucking urge and quickened her pace.

In order to avoid having a seizure here, I had already finished my meal before I came, so it stands to reason that I wouldn't be thirsty for blood so quickly, but ......

Moria walked briskly towards the temple, where the tall castle blocked her path, and the gray walls made of square rocks looked plain.

Several soldiers in light armor in front of the castle blocked Moria's path, and one of them, who was two meters tall, stood in front of her and said loudly:

"The temple is forbidden to strangers."

Moria didn't say anything, her long, pale arms stretched out from under her cloak, and she showed the invitation she had received in front of the guards.

"It turned out to be a guest invited by Duke Figner, welcome to you! Please forgive me for being rude. ”

The guards hurriedly stepped back to make way for the doorway, and Moria stood in front of the wooden side door of the castle, pushed open the creaking wooden door, and slowly walked into the antechamber of the temple.

Completely different from the splendor of the imagination, the temple looks like a king-size farmstead, and the floor, walls and ceiling of the vestibule are all made of wood, giving off the "scent of nature", which makes Moria, who often spends her days in the shadows of the woods, feel a little intimate.

In this hall, there were no extravagant ornaments, only intricately crafted wooden tables and chairs, and several soldiers patrolled from this side, bowing sideways to greet Moria when they saw her.

"Hello, welcome to the Temple!"

Moria didn't say anything, just nodded in response.

As a lone bloodline who was always alone, the enthusiasm of the soldiers made her feel a little uncomfortable. For her emotionally indifferent, the more hospitable the stranger she is, the more uncomfortable she feels.

If it weren't for the fact that she wanted to see what the "surprise" mentioned in Duke Figner's letter was, Moria would not have attended such an occasion. However, it's not a bad idea to visit this kind of place once in a while......

She walked slowly across the wooden floor, without making a single footstep sound, like a wandering ghost. Stopped in front of one of the soldiers, a velvety soft voice came from under the hood:

"Excuse me, where is Duke Figner?"

For ordinary humans who had no resistance, the voice of the blood clan had a slight charm effect, and not only the soldier, but also the others next to him also stopped, with blank expressions on their faces, and unconsciously provided information:

"Guest, please follow this road, Duke Figner is waiting in the reception room......"

Abandoning the guards who were in a trance, Moria followed the route indicated by the guards to the west side of the temple and continued to observe the inside of the huge castle.

Despite its name, the temple is less religious and more like a large farm. Even in the building, plantations can be seen on both sides of the road, and the moonlight casts on the skylights overhead, reflecting the green leaves.

- What is Duke Figner doing here?

Visiting this place for the first time, Moriya became more and more curious about the temple.

Pushing open the wooden door of the reception room, the flickering fire in the fireplace shook Moria's eyes, and she looked at the room, which was quite formal, and saw the gray-haired but still very energetic old man, standing in the center of the room and waving to herself.

"Welcome, Lady Maria!"

Hearing the other party report the fake name she provided, Moriya nodded and walked quickly towards the old man in the red robe.

The last time he saw Duke Figner, he didn't seem to be like this. Looking at Figner's gray-haired and wrinkled face, Molya couldn't help but wonder if there was something wrong with her sense of time.

However, this is also unavoidable.

As a blood person, although he also ages, he ages much slower than humans. Molya knew that even if Duke Feigna was buried in the ground, her appearance and physical state would not change at all.

Thinking of this, a trace of inexplicable sadness flowed through Moria's heart: with her own identity, maybe it is better not to make friends with humans......

"Maria? Is it the Virgin Mary? ”

A man standing next to Duke Figner laughed sarcastically.

Moria looked up at the bald man, his thick beard shaking, and the staff in his hand trembling slightly.

The guy was dressed in an old dark robe, with a villain's standard appearance and a snarky voice, and a big word that seemed to say "I'm a bad guy" on his face. Even though she knew that she shouldn't judge people by their appearance, Molya still felt a hint of danger from the other party.

"Who are you?" She asked in a low voice.

The Blood's seductive talent didn't work against the bald man, and the other party shook his staff and said with a smile: "Bellock, an alchemist. Since everyone is a friend of Duke Feigner, how about not hiding your appearance? ”

"Okay......"

Her eyes swept over the other people in the reception room, and Molya tore off her cloak and threw it on the bench beside her.

Her long silver hair poured down from behind, and her white clothes seemed to shimmer in the light, and Moria's eyes were tightly closed, and when they opened again, they had changed from dark red to a somewhat godless gray.

"Is it really the Holy Maiden......" A guest next to him made a surprised voice.

"I am Maria, here to see the discovery of Duke Figner."

Moria smiled and reintroduced herself, stood in front of Duke Feigna, stretched out her right hand to the old man, and shook the other's withered hand.

"You still haven't changed...... Duke Feigna's eyes widened in surprise, and the expression on his face seemed to be a little helpless: "Why do you think I'm the only one who is getting old?" ”

"I'll probably live a long life." Moria muttered, her gaze swept over the faces of the other guests in the room, watching for a surprise attack that might appear at any moment.

It wasn't until she was sure that there were no vampire hunters among these people that she finally relaxed. Sitting down in the corner of the reception room, a middle-aged woman dressed richly and who looked like a noble lady sat down beside her and asked curiously:

"Where did you buy this dress? I...... My daughter wanted one too. ”

"In the Persian bazaar." Moria smiled gently.

In fact, the white dress was snatched by her from the home of the previous victim. However, it is better to keep this truth hidden forever.

After waiting for a while, when all the guests had arrived, Duke Feigner stood in the center of the reception room again and announced in a loud voice the "content of today's event":

"Welcome to my 'farm', a temple I built to save refugees and the poor. Here, refugees who have the strength but nowhere to use it, and who can only survive by begging and stealing, can use their strength to participate in the construction of the temple. ”

- Does this guy want to be a "savior"?

Listening to Duke Figner's introduction, Moria's face still showed a polite smile, but her heart was full of contempt:

I thought Duke Figner was a more realistic person, but I didn't expect him to be an idealist. Moria, who has lived for hundreds of years and has seen a lot of "hot and cold worlds", knows very well that in this cruel world, the efforts of idealists will only end in failure.

There are countless people who need to be saved, and just giving a part of the labor opportunity will not solve any problem at all. No matter how selfless Duke Figner is, when he dies, the heir to this temple will not be as noble as him. When that time comes......

Realizing that she was wasting time, Moria was about to leave, but she heard Duke Figner's voice suddenly raised, and a huge amount of energy seemed to burst out from her seemingly old body:

"I know what you're thinking: 'This old man is just working in vain,' 'It's impossible to get these people to be redeemed'...... You all have that in mind, right? But now, as long as I have found something, what seems like an absurd ideal can also become a reality! ”

"Thanks to the ancient books provided by this Mr. Bellock, I found the account of 'angels' in the book, and in a cemetery, I found the real angels!"

As soon as these words came out, most of the guests present, except for Duke Figner and Bellock, fell into a state of confusion. After about thirty seconds of silence, a young man finally broke the silence with a confused voice:

"Huh?"

His voice seemed to have turned on a switch, and the guests at the scene were in an uproar and discussed:

"Angels? Just kidding......"

"How is it possible to find something like that in a human graveyard, isn't it supposed to be in heaven?"

"Are you crazy......"

Listening to the discussion around him, Duke Feigna left time for everyone to discuss, and did not continue to speak immediately. And Moria, who was sitting in the corner, trembled violently when she heard that word, and a trace of blood flashed in her eyes.

- There are angels here? Is this why I can't suppress my nature?

She sat motionless on the wooden chair, feeling the breath of the reception room, and did not notice anything obvious abnormal, but there was still a strange feeling lingering, like a layer of gloom that hung over her heart.

Angels are definitely the most intractable mortal enemies for the Bloods, and those messengers from Heaven carry divine power that can inflict incurable damage on the Bloodlines. Not to mention Moria, even the most powerful "Ancient Blood Clans" have only one way to escape when facing the angels!

By "surprise", Duke Figner meant that he had found an angel. But for me, I can only describe it as "frightened......

Realizing that the situation was not good, Moriya was about to leave directly, but she felt another "cordial" atmosphere.

By the time she froze, Duke Feigna had made his way through the crowd to the wall south of the reception room, and tapped lightly on a wooden plank, which rumbled and began to slide sideways, revealing the dark chamber hidden behind the wall.

The lights of the reception room illuminated the dark chamber, and to the astonishment of the crowd, Duke Feigna strode into the chamber and stood beside the two "statues" covered with red cloths.

The statue on the left looks almost two meters tall, while the one on the right is much thinner. Due to the red cloth, the guests present could not see the statue at all. I can only listen to the content of Duke Feigner's proud announcement of the "surprise":

"Guys, that's what I call a surprise, the corpses of two angels! With them, I can give you all eternal life! ”

This sentence was like releasing a large fireball in the house, causing the guests to be stunned again.

Moria's eyes turned dark red, staring at the statue covered in red cloth, and some unusual impulse was boiling in every corner of her body.

For some reason, those two "angel corpses" made her blood-sucking urge almost irrepressible, and she wanted to grab someone to eat immediately. Moria gritted her teeth, trying to suppress the impulse in her body.

At this time, a joking male voice seemed to sound directly from her head:

"You think it's ridiculous too...... Right. ”

Moria turned back suddenly, only to find that there were no other guests around her, all of them standing on the other side of the chamber, waiting for Duke Figner to uncover the red cloth on the "statue".

The voice seemed to have come directly into her consciousness through some kind of spell. Moria asked in a faint voice that only she could hear, "Who are you?" ”

"I am 'Methuselah.'" The other party reported his name, and then laughed again, his voice full of mockery:

"I can tell that you've lived as long as I do. You know that too, right? The so-called 'eternal life' is nothing but a curse. ”

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