Before the man arrived, the dagger came first. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Compared to the ghost touch, the threat has been more than doubled, making the night silent at this time stand on end.

The young man threw a cold glow at close range, which was blocked by the silence of the night, and the sound of the clanging dagger clashing made the silence of the night even more chilling in his heart.

Needless to say, the difference in strength between the two is that the level of the weapon is also a thousand miles apart.

His fine blue-level dagger had cracked in these few encounters, and it wouldn't be the damage that could be dealt with rare yellow.

So the boy's weapon must be above the rarity......

According to the rules of "Freedom", the damage is blocked by the silence of the night, but his current condition is not good.

First of all, because of the large difference in strength between the two, the system defaults to his suppression, so he is now constantly forced to retreat.

Besides, his dagger really didn't last long.

He could even imagine that if it weren't for the fact that he had become a dragon, the extra few damage resistance and damage increase skills in the skill bar would have been even more miserable for him before.

As long as the boy made a slight move, the silence of the night could always be barely blocked, and after a few times, the boy became interested in this human being, and his movements slowed down all of a sudden.

The silence of the night was not much effort to resist the rest of the day, but he felt the change in his hand, and his heart chuckled.

Compared with the silence of the night and the anxiety in the heart, the young man's thinking is much simpler.

Since the silence of the night can withstand his attack, the past that can escape from Sean's hands can also be explained, and he has not communicated with people outside for a long time, thinking of this, he made a virtual scratch on the dagger with his left sleeve.

His movement was so fast that the night was silent and he didn't notice it at all, he had just finished resisting a young man's attack, and suddenly felt that something was wrong in his hand.

only to find that there was an extra touch of green powder on his hand.

This reminded the silence of the night, the green powder in the air when the daggers intersected in the battle just now.

The Bloodclan boy had stopped his attack, and just smiled and watched the silence of the night.

The night was silent, but he couldn't laugh at this time, because his hands were paralyzed and couldn't move, and the dagger was taken back by him before it hit the ground first.

At this time, he seemed to have really exhausted his donkey skills.

"What's your name?"

The chestnut-haired boy asked him with interest.

"The night is silent."

After answering, he asked the chestnut-haired boy rhetorically.

"You're Il?"

When the chestnut-haired boy heard this, his original face suddenly became ugly: "Where did you know my name?" ”

After Il's words, the dagger in his right hand was clenched and tightened, and he leaned forward in the same motion as he had leaned forward in the previous attack.

The silence of the night in his heart answered Il: "Do you see the fur hat on my head?" ”

Ir, who was silently glancing at the top of the night's silent head, noticed the fur hat when a memory stirred into his mutilated mind, causing him to sigh involuntarily.

"How did you get this hat?"

The night silence answered the location of the explosive equipment.

"The Waia Mountains?"

Il's eyes flashed with warmth.

Later, at the urging of Il, Night Silence told the whole thing about the cause and effect.

Finding the main owner of the mission, the silence of the night naturally knows everything and speaks endlessly, not to mention that the progress of the mission changes with what he says.

Finding Sarah (4): The hat's former owner, Il, may know something.

Il's silence was long and silent without saying a word, and for him, the memories of the past were too painful.

"Master Aowei, is he okay?"

The Blood Clan's boy's voice unconsciously became difficult.

Night Silence nodded heavily: "He now has a well-known shop in the city of Borea as a master foundry, and there are many apprentices studying with him......"

The silence of the night had already explained why Master Aowei did not continue to work as a tailor.

Night Silence looked at Il, the blood boy seemed to have changed as if he had changed a person, and the sadness and pain on his face unconsciously infected him.

"I'm a Bloodline now, but I've been a real human before that."

Il said slowly.

This made the night silent think of the corpse through the robes that Master Aowei had said, and suddenly looked at the chestnut-haired boy.

"You were a mage when you were human?" Night Silence asked in surprise.

Yir nodded: "That's right, I was indeed a mage at that time. ”

Il was still holding two daggers in his hands when he said this, and he lowered his eyelids as if he was looking at his two daggers, and the night was silent and he couldn't see his current expression.

"My father has given me a new life, and from that day on, I will no longer be the human mage Eir, but the blood thief Eir."

"Father?"

Night Silence asked cautiously, for fear that Il would say Sean's name.

"My father's name is Falaire, and he left here after saving me for a while......"

Ilr reverted to his original form, raised his head and closed his eyes in recall.

"What about Sean?"

Hearing the silence of the night ask Sean, Il didn't seem surprised: "Sean, he's my brother." ”

When he said this, compared to the solemn tone of Farel, the tone of Il, who came to Shaun, was much more indifferent, as if he was not talking about his brother but a stranger.

The brother he said made Night Silent suddenly figure out the relationship between them, and Sean should be Il's brother at the blood level, and also a descendant of Farreel.

These are the most basic common sense of the Bloodline.

Basically, as long as you have the strength of a baron or above (that is, the first order in the usual sense), you can cultivate your own descendants, and the way to cultivate them is to feed your own blood.

For the blood clan, their blood can be replenished at any time, but if they cultivate their own descendants, the blood fed will be their original blood, which will damage their strength.

Therefore, generally speaking, in the long years of the blood clan, it is not very good to develop the base of its own offspring, and a large part of the reason is that it is the origin of one's own life to cultivate the offspring.

"I was supposed to be the one who was already dead, but it was Lord Farrell who saved me and let me live in the Nightingale's Castle, perhaps by coincidence, I met Sarah unexpectedly."

Il's lips pursed his lips and raised his head at the mention of Sarah, his blue eyes looking ahead, stunned, but the memory between his brows could tell that he was both happy and painful.

"When I first saw it, I was roughly used to the habits that I possessed as a Bloodline that I couldn't let go of in the eyes of humans."

Seeing Il's bitter smile in the silence of the night, he couldn't help but follow Il's words: "Do you feed on blood?" ”

But I couldn't help but hear Il sneer: "What's more, Sean is playing his usual tricks again, I am the dark party, he is the bright party, if there is really a difference between light and dark in this world, there will not be so many stories in the future." ”

Night Silence continued to listen to Il, "Lord Falaire, who saved me, is the original owner of Nightingale Castle, and also Sean and my father, and he has not built this Nightingale Castle for too long, and it has not been more than fifty years at most. ”

"And what about Sean?" Night Silence asked silently.

"Sean?"

Ilr replied after a moment's silence.

"He is five years older than me in terms of the age at which he was given the Bloodline. He was also the first human to be saved by Farrell, and his original profession was a ranger. ”

After saying this, Yir stroked the ring on the index finger of his right hand, on which was a brass-colored ring with a bat tattooed on it, what should be some kind of mark or something.

"Lord Farrell didn't stay long, probably a year before I brought Sarah here."

"Bring Sarah here?" Night Silence asked suspiciously.

"That's right, I quietly took Sarah to my castle room after I met her. If Master Farrell were still around, he would have given Sarah a warm welcome...... And things won't go that way. ”

Il's words were filled with endless chagrin and remorse, as if he blamed himself for bringing Sarah to the castle.

"Yes, I regret the decision."

"Although because of my appearance, Sean no longer gets the attention of Lord Farrell as before, I always thought that Sean and I were just the normal jealousy that we had because we only had Lord Farel, but I didn't expect him to be a premeditated secret party spy who had been lurking for a long time."

"Lord Farrell is a Ming party?"

Il's voice nodded when he heard the silent words of the night, and his expression became serious: "Our Nightingale Castle is under the Ming Party, and Lord Farrell is an earl (fourth-order profession), and it is precisely because of this that we have a bond with the empire that scattered vampires do not have, and we can legally obtain low-level bloodlines as our food." ”

Ye Silent listened to so many of the above words, and nodded understandingly: "Then according to what you said, what is the so-called habit that cannot be let go of in the eyes of human beings?" ”

"The root of the inferiority of the blood clan lies in the fact that although there are bright and dark parties, in fact, they all disdain human beings in their blood."

Il's silent glance up and down as he said this, combined with what he said, there was an urge to make Silent want to defend himself, but he could only hold his hands lightly now, and he had not recovered enough to hold a weapon.

"After all, the life of the Bloodline is almost infinite, except for a few specific things that can pose a threat to them, as long as it has blood, it can be turned into food for them......"

Speaking of this, Ille paused, silently raised his silent left hand, and spread his palm.

In the process, the silence of the night could not stop him at all.