"Are these all you?" Jeno asked.

The answer floated down from the curtain of red light.

"My life is not the same as yours. The talent that flowed in the blood of my former master changed me forever, and I lived many lives. ”

Therefore, the paintings around Jeno are different moments in Vladimir's life, although not all of them are highlights.

Yes, Vladimir's immortality from the Darkspawn is not complete, and his flesh will still grow old, and he will have to change his body to survive.

But after each rebirth, Vladimir's previous memories are sealed.

Therefore, he would find the most outstanding painters and record the appearance and deeds of each of his lives on the paintings, helping him to recall the memories of his previous lives. That's why there are so many portraits of him that they fill the entire interior of the tall tower.

This is also the reason why Svein has no way of knowing Vladimir's secrets, because Vladimir himself has not been able to fully inherit it.

"If you tell us this kind of secret, aren't you afraid of leaking it afterwards?"

Jeno's doubts deepened, and normally, no one would want to share his biggest secret with a stranger who had only met once, but Vladimir seemed to care about these things at all, and told Jeno these things as capital to show off his wealth.

"I'm not worried, because after you leave, you'll forget what you see and hear here, and you won't remember that you've been here." Vladimir reveals a startling fact that explains why many people know that he lives in Moltora, but no one remembers that he ever visited.

Sivir and Riven were secretly surprised, but Jeno was unimpressed, because there were some things he knew before he came here, and he wanted to see what Vladimir could do to break through his magic and erase his memory.

Jeno treats the portraits on the walls as comic strips, savoring the lives of others, and sees them with relish, but the closer he gets to the top, the slower he finds that these portraits are updated more and more frequently.

"Why is the time span of these paintings getting bigger and bigger? Is it true that the more you live, the more boring you are, and there are no more moments worth recording? ”

Since Vladimir did not hesitate to teach, then Jeno let go of the question, although he was a little suspicious of wanting to eat fart, but if the other party could teach some blood magic, it would be great.

"No, I used to be too arrogant to think that every deed of my deeds deserves such a commemoration, but now ...... It is only when I encounter a major turning point in the world that I renew my life on the canvas. ”

"And is that time now?" Jeno stood at the top of the staircase, looking at the last painting and smiling meaningfully.

Because he knows that he is the key to the change of the world pattern, and he has decided to threaten to shake the iron power of the Trifali parliament by changing the world pattern, so this question is nothing more than a mockery of Vladimir.

When you can freely influence the outcome, it will feel like the answer given by others is very ridiculous.

But Vladimir did not answer directly: "Come in, you come in and see." ”

Jeno retracted his smile and stepped up the final staircase, lifting the crimson curtain to enter.

What does Vladimir want him to see?

Behind the curtain, he saw a burning forge by the window, with the same crimson flame burning in the hearth of Theon's belly, from which the hot air of steel came from the roundhouse, and it constituted the only light in the mansion, and the smell of black magic wafted through the air

In front of the forge stood out the silhouette of a young man, dressed in an elegant gold and white gown and striped flared trousers, with a slender and messy figure facing the staircase. The white hair was all combed back to the back of his head, and a flock of scarlet-winged butterflies flew densely above.

His eyes, once painted in azure blue, were now the dark red of the embers of the furnace.

The fire in his eyes danced with the flickering fire.

He was calcining the claw-like finger cuffs in the fire, and these finger cuffs were golden and luxurious, and the shortest ones were more than ten centimeters, like a knife on his fingers, which was a sharp elegance.

From these things, Genno only saw that Sean's hearth had something to do with Vladimir's blood magic, and that the long nails in his hands were forged by himself.

That didn't answer his doubts, so he turned his head back to a large red bed.

On the bed lay an old man with a withered face, eyes closed and cheeks thin.

It was a corpse with no visible wounds on it, but the blood in it had been drained by some evil witchcraft.

The most important thing is that he can see a little bit of Vladimir's appearance in the appearance of this old man, who looks very similar to the young man in front of the fire, as if he is the same person in the same room when he was young and when he died.

Seeing this, Jeno understood - Vladimir had completed the replacement of his body to cope with this special era.

"I have a question, Baron Vladimir."

"Ask, Lord Jeno."

"How did you make sure your new body was the same as before?"

"It's a simple question, it just requires some patience. Transferring my experiments with butterflies to humans, and then selecting them one by one, I can naturally make the perfect container for what I want. ”

He looked at his old corpse, his flat gaze as if it were as merciless as a snake that could not see the molt of the snake he had just shed.

"However, the comparison between humans and butterflies is still too complicated, with too many uncertainties, and every time my life is approaching, I fail to accomplish the goal I set, and in the end I can only use blood magic to rudely shape these container embryos into what I have in mind."

Vladimir replied softly in front of the fire, and took out the red-hot finger cuff and tapped it gently.

After each rebirth, the size of the finger cuffs could not fully fit the new body, he only had plastic surgery, and the size of the hands still changed slightly, so the recreation of the finger cuffs became a necessary ritual for Vladimir to get acquainted with the new body.

Jeno listened to Vladimir's answer, and secretly sighed that such a method was not much different from those depraved dark spawns.

"So the blood and tears of the Broken became fertilizer for the Nightflower in the garden?" Jeno may have guessed why there was not a single servant in a huge manor.

"I actually knew that those red flowers were the flowers of the night, but I didn't expect Your Excellency to look young, but your knowledge is extraordinary." Vladimir put down his work, and the flying blood butterflies finally quieted down and lay out on the window.