Where is this guy talking to himself hiding?

Moria's eyes kept moving around the reception room, looking for traces of Methuselah, and the guests present were all paying attention to the two statues in the secret room, and no one seemed to care what Mothlea was doing. Vertex X23US

However, in Moria's opinion, everyone here is suspicious.

She was about to continue talking to the mysterious fellow when Methuselah's voice reappeared in her consciousness:

"Don't waste time, my body isn't here. But I think you should see that Duke Feigna has fallen into the trap. ”

"Why do you say that?" Moria has a "divine relationship" with the other party in her consciousness.

"This 'Bellock' deliberately provided the ancient books so that Duke Feigner could find the so-called angelic corpse. He was actually a dark mage who only took advantage of Duke Feigner for his own purposes. ”

Speaking of this, Methuselah's tone rose slightly, with a hint of sarcasm: "Human beings are always like this, it is too easy to believe the lies of 'friends', and only when they suffer losses can they wake up." But Figner is afraid that this opportunity is gone. ”

Seeing that Duke Feigner had not yet uncovered the red cloth on the statue, Moria fixed her eyes on the back of the alchemist Bellock, the thin bald man, the green tendons on his skin were clearly visible, and he really didn't look like a good person just by looking at it.

However, Moria, who had finally suppressed the urge to suck blood, naturally did not believe what Methuselah said, but asked, "How did you know such a thing?" ”

"Because I gave the book to Bellock." Methuselah hissed like a viper, not sure if she was laughing or expressing some other emotion.

"You scumbag." Moriya frowned slightly.

She wanted to stand up and interrupt Duke Figner's introduction, but Moria also knew that even if she did, few people would believe her, and she was more likely to be kicked out.

Although it is possible to use the charm ability of the blood clan to make most of the people present lose their minds, Bellock does not eat this at all, and the worst case scenario is that a battle breaks out with Bellock here, and then there will definitely be a bloody storm in the reception room, and everyone, including Duke Feigna, is guaranteed to die.

Moria sat on a wooden chair and thought about how to save Duke Figner, and Methuselah's voice came to her ears again, and she laughed mockingly:

"Please, aren't you a Blood? Do you want to save him? ”

"He's my friend." Moria replied.

"I didn't expect you to be so naïve, much more naïve than I thought." Methuselah sighed lowly, "Forget it, I thought you could understand me......"

"What the hell is that statue?" Molysa interrupted Methuselah.

Hearing this, Methuselah replied honestly: "Feigner is right, it is indeed the corpse of an 'angel', and it can indeed bring them eternal life. At this point, I didn't lie to them. ”

"What is your purpose?" Molya asked bluntly.

"Ha, my purpose...... Of course, let them also experience this eternal 'curse'. Methuselah's laughter seemed to carry a cold wind, sending chills down her body: "Someday you will understand, see you next time." ”

After leaving these words, Methuselah was silent forever, as if it had never appeared, leaving no trace.

At this time, Duke Figner finally uncovered the two red cloths on the "statue":

"Behold, friends, this is the embodiment of angels!"

Like everyone else present, Moria stood up and leaned forward to gaze at the two "statues" that showed their true faces, and what appeared in her sight were two unusually vivid bodies, which did not look like corpses at all from the color of their skin.

The big man standing on the left was a muscular man with white hair and a long beard, and his armor was extremely rudimentary, that is, iron pieces were chained to his body, and his exposed strong body was covered with countless scars.

The statue on the right is a young woman in a purple robe, with black hair and black eyes that looks like she is from the Eastern Country, holding a small staff in her hand, and her eyes are kept open, as if a star is shining.

"It's not an angel at all, is it?" A guest made a confused sound.

"They are not pure angels, but they have angelic blood in them." The hunched alchemist Bellock stepped forward and answered the question for Duke Figner: "These two men are from the primeval era, and they both have angelic blood in their bodies, and even today, this blood is still pure. ”

"You say they're ancient warriors, and I'd still believe them. But how can this be said to be not a descendant of angels? The noble lady who had spoken to Molya just now continued to raise her own questions: "They don't have the divine aura of angels on them at all, if they are angels, shouldn't they be even more ...... That ......"

The noblewoman, who couldn't think of an adjective, was speechless for a moment, and a gentleman next to her answered: "It should be more holy." ”

"yes, that's what I want to say." The noble lady nodded busily: "They don't look holy at all, especially this man, it's too rude......"

The guests began to talk a lot, and seeing that everyone present did not trust him, Duke Feigna was about to speak, and Bellock had patiently explained again:

"The body of this male is from an ancient race of barbarians who once lived in the holy mountain of Arret, and left their original home after the destruction of the World Stone. As for the woman next to her, she is a magician from the ancient kingdom of 'Xiansai'......"

"Who understands that?" One young man complained: "I've never heard of these names!" ”

"Well, I'm sorry." Bellock grinned, and a purple mist suddenly floated from the top of the skull staff in his hand.

Almost everyone in the reception room, including Duke Figner, fell into a coma. Seeing his magic take effect, Bellock nodded in satisfaction, only to see a pale figure emerge from the mist.

Click!

The short knife slit Bellelock's throat, dark yellow strange blood spurted out from the wound, Moria took a step back to avoid the gushing blood, and the scimitar in her right hand flashed a hint of coldness:

"Don't think you'll get your way." She whispered.

Curiously, when the instigator had his throat cut, the magical effect that caused the guests to lose consciousness did not disappear. Bellock, who was mortally wounded, suddenly flickered and disappeared into the dark purple smoke:

Is it illusion magic?

Realizing that something was wrong, Moria jerked back, but she bumped into something cold and hard, and her chest suddenly became hot and a mouthful of blood spurted out of her mouth.

The translucent magic blade pierced Jaria's chest, tearing flesh and skin apart while ruining the long white dress on her body.

It's a pity that this kind of attack alone won't have any effect on the blood clan at all.

Molya's body disintegrated into a swarm of bats, condensed at the other end of the reception room, and the white dress on her body fell to the position where it was attacked, replaced by a dark red light armor that covered her body.

For the Bloodline, the "armor" forged with blood can be regarded as the ultimate means of defense. Moria kicked open the door of the conference room and was about to leave the place with Duke Figner, but saw that Bellock had already grabbed Duke Figner by the collar and lifted the unconscious old man up.

"Are you looking for him?" Bellock smiled.

"Let him go." Moria's brows furrowed.

"I can't imagine that vampires can be so 'kind'." Bellock sneered, "I'm ashamed of you, little girl. ”

"I'll let you go." Moriya repeated it again, and a long knife made of blood clotted slowly appeared in her right hand.

"What do you think"

Bellock triumphantly wanted to say something, but the swift blade had already cut off his head, and at the moment when the illusion disappeared, Moria grabbed Duke Feigna by the collar and dragged the old man out of the reception room.

Bang bang bang!

Several fireballs chased out from behind the door, dragging a long flame towards Moria, but she was easily dodged by the nimble bloods, who flew directly out of the temple with Duke Feigna, into the streets shrouded in night, and hid in the dark alleys.

The cunning dark mage did not chase him out, and the former Methuselah was nowhere to be found, and Molya put Duke Figner in the corner and pushed him the shoulder, trying to wake up the old friend.

"Hmm......"

Duke Feigna's wrinkled face twitched, slowly opened his eyes, and asked, "Where is this?" I can't see anything......"

"Your friend lied to you." Moria whispered.

Even in the dark night when she couldn't see her fingers, her vision was still clear, but Duke Feigna, who was a human being, still couldn't see anything, and could only identify the other party's identity through his voice:

"Lady Mary? Is that you? ”

"Yes."

"What's going on, where am I? It doesn't seem like this is a temple. "Duke Feigna, who had just woken up, was a little unconscious.

Seeing Duke Feigner's blank face, Moria explained what had just happened, and Duke Feigna's expression became more and more solemn:

"Original...... Did Bellock lie to me......" Figner lowered his head and blinked, as if he didn't want to believe what he had just heard.

"He used magic to make you faint." Molya nodded, and added, "Please trust me." ”

"yes, I know." Duke Feigna leaned against the wall in frustration: "Actually, I have long been vaguely aware that something is wrong, when I saw those two 'statues', I thought that they were the corpses of angels, as if they were hypnotized by something. ”

"You should be careful." Moriya said seriously.

"yes, if only I had realized that Bellock was lying to me sooner." Duke Feigner stood up slowly against the wall, and turned his head to look at the light of the street lamp at the exit of the alley:

"I have to go back."

"Bellock will kill you." Moria stood in front of Duke Figner.

"Thank you, Maria." A grateful smile appeared on Feigna's old face, but there was no intention of backing down: "I know you are here to save me, but I must go back or the rest of the temple will suffer." ”

"You don't have to pay so much for them." Moria couldn't understand the old man's thoughts.

Methuselah's statement that "eternal life is a curse" is already a bit difficult to understand, and the current Duke of Figner is also baffling to Moria.

Why do humans sacrifice themselves for others? For Moria, this kind of thing is completely unreasonable. However, even knowing that he was no match for Bellock, Duke Figner's attitude was still resolute:

"Thank you for saving me, just as you saved me, all the people in the temple are my friends, and I must protect them, or even if I survive, I will be condemned forever in my heart."

Faced with the unanswerable words, Molya was silent again.

Often ...... with humans To be precise, Moria, who deals with "food", has long seen the ugliness of human nature: in order to attract her own attention, the mother leaves the baby in her arms and runs away by herself. The older sister killed the younger sister and left the body to throw in the house, and delivered food to the door that would not resist. There are so many things like this that she has long been numb.

However, Duke Feigna's actions made Moria's deep-seated conclusion in her heart shake a little:

Are humans such altruistic creatures? What are the ugly "humans" I saw before?

"I'm going with me too." Moria whispered.

"You're still young, you don't have to go on adventures with me." Duke Feigner shook his head.

"I'm older than you." Molya said seriously.

When the two returned to the gate of the temple, they saw that all the guards in front of the door were lying in a pool of blood, and an earthy yellow phantom was floating around.

"My old friend, you're finally back, and I know you won't abandon your companions!" Bellock's hoarse voice, with its undisguised sarcasm, sounded more disgusting than usual.

"Please let them go." Duke Feigna bowed to the remnant of Bellock, and pleaded, "I can give you all my possessions, please spare their lives." ”

"You're such a good old man, Feigener......" Bellock raised his eyebrows contemptuously: "You seemed to be a general when you were young, why have you become so cowardly now?" It was an eye-opener. ”

"I'm old and don't want to make death anymore." Duke Feigna hung his head and clenched his still powerful fists: "Please don't hurt them. ”

Moria stood in silence, staring at Duke Figner's old appearance. For some reason, the rickety back seemed to her to be more majestic than a two-meter-tall barbarian.

Something deep in her heart was touched, and Moria, who had always been relatively indifferent, seemed to experience some new emotion.