In the dawn of dawn, Al Ain walked the path built between the hills, which the people of Rulei proudly called the "Sky Corridor". Her gaze looked at the east gate, estimating how she could sense a person's talent remotely from a distance of thousands of miles according to the details mentioned in the vague information.

"Well, in terms of location, the most suitable place for the upper floor is here."

She pushed open the door that had already been searched once, and walked in again.

"Good location, if you put the True Eye here, the straight-line distance is only 2000 sub-distances, and with some auxiliary means, it can be done."

She touched her fingers on the table in the attic, put it to her nose, and sniffed it.

"This house doesn't look like it's completely deserted, and in the last month, someone has come to take care of it, let me see, where does the person who manages it come from?"

She made a detour downstairs, circled the courtyard, and fixed her gaze on an inconspicuous corner door.

Outside the corner gate, there is a secluded path that leads to the villas of other wealthy people.

"Let me guess who's running this house?"

She looked at the surrounding scenery, silently observed the color of the moss on the ground, guessed how the road was being used, carefully looked at the houses of the people on the side of the road, and walked down the path.

"This side of the path, it seems that someone has just walked it? What is it? It seems to smell a hint of blood. She looked down at the path that led to the edge of the cliff.

In the chamber, Morgana lost the strength to pray due to fear, blood loss, and dehydration. Her eyes closed limply, not believing that she would ever see the light again.

In the darkness, a glimmer of light was born and looked at her.

"Goddess, goddess, have you come to pick me up?" Stimulated by the light, Morgana opened her eyes again, and she stumbled over and hugged the light source with her last strength.

A slightly cold body, not as warm as she had imagined.

"Goddess? I don't believe in that woman. An equally cold male voice echoed through the chamber.

She looked up in surprise, and finally saw that it was a pair of glowing red eyes, which glowed in the darkness with a palpitating glow like the legendary devil.

Morgana was completely unconscious.

"Poor little one, your fate has fallen into darkness from now on, but you don't know it yet, it's sad."

Ansest, with three points of pity and more of a sense of schadenfreude, looked at the unconscious girl, and finally, leaned over to pick her up, and walked towards the dark staircase.

"Let me witness how a proud girl like you will go on in the future with a fate like us."

He muttered to himself in a wicked manner and walked up.

The chamber was built in a mountain on the edge of a cliff and was connected to the upper part by a deep vertical well. Due to the special habit of the lord, he did not install a guide ladder, and the lord hated everything related to the guide force.

It doesn't matter on weekdays, but holding a person today, Ansest feels that these winding stairs are so long. He cursed the Lord and everyone else, carefully stepping over the slippery, narrow stone staircase.

Just as he finally poked his head out into the light of dawn, a palpitating sensation hit him.

A nun was looking down from the ramp ahead, her big wavy brown hair waving in the morning breeze.

His intuition told him that he was in a dangerous situation right now. Such intuition has saved him countless times.

He threw the girl to the ground, turned and ran.

"Stop, if I were you, I wouldn't expect to escape from here." The nun's voice sounded in the back.

He naturally understands that there is a dead end ahead, but there is no way to live in the rear.

"If I don't stop, I'll activate the Hallows."

A heart-wrenching pain pierced his back.

Ansest slammed on the brakes, stopped on the edge of the cliff, and slowly turned around.

In the nun's hand, she was holding an ancient gun, pointed at his heart. Ansest knew what was in that gun, an energy that he could never fuse with or strip away from his body as long as he got it, and even caused his body to have an increasing rejection reaction until his whole body festered - Holy Light.

He honestly raised his hand and turned around slowly.

"I didn't do anything!" He said with three points of luck.

"What about the girl?"

"I didn't do it, they abandoned her there, I rescued her, really, I'm telling the truth, I don't believe you can wake her up and ask her."

Realizing that the nun was not going to strike immediately, Ansest suddenly felt that there was hope again, repeating exaggerated gestures and language, emphasizing Morgana's identity and importance, expecting the nun to turn her attention to the ground.

The nun seemed to believe what he said, put away the deadly gun, and looked at the girl on the ground.

Ansest was secretly happy in his heart, and pretended to care about the girl on the ground, and took a few wrong steps past the nun.

At the moment of misalignment.

"Smack!" A sudden punch hit him in the neck.

"It's barbaric! What kind of nun is this! He thought reluctantly, and passed out.

When he woke up again, he was lying on the floor of a bar, and there were three guys looking at him from above.

"The eldest sister deserves to be the eldest sister's head, and she caught a live mouth so quickly." Tovar was desperately slapping Red Stone's ass.

"You say he has vampire blood, but I think he's exactly like a normal person." Shadowthorn's eyes widened, trying to find something different from a human in Ansest.

"The bloodline is already extremely thin, and without being under the red moon, a little guy like him can't transform."

"Little one! They even used that word to say about me. Ansest thought angrily.

The nun walked over and stared into his eyes with brown eyes.

"I'm short on time, I'll ask a question, and you can answer."

Staring at those eyes, Ansest even felt a little tingling in his eyes, and the nun in front of him completely spread her power without any scruples, and that power was so dazzling, he was like a small shrimp caught ashore, roasting in the blazing sun.

He felt that the muscles and wills of his whole body were struggling, and even like boiling oil, they were sizzling, and all his wills flew away in the blink of an eye under this scorching.

In desperation, he remembered what was recorded in the dark book at home, the ancient true ancestor, with a strong bloodline and strength, almost immortal, but even the ordinary sun was afraid, as long as the sun was exposed for a period of time, the soul and body would turn into ashes.

Ansest had never felt uncomfortable with the sun since he was born, and at this moment, he gritted his teeth and thought of a possibility, perhaps this is the sun described in the ancient inheritance book.

"Where is the True Eye?" Hongyaoshi asked.

Ansest couldn't help but be surprised that the nun actually knew about it.

Under the pressure of will, he blurted out almost subconsciously: "The True Eye has always been kept by the Kashan witch, and only she will open that thing." ”

"What were you doing in the attic on January 5th?"

The vampire, who had lost the will to resist, poured out everything, including his speculations and the plans of his accomplices.

The nun had a smile on her face.

"What a group of delusional people, the true eye can only see a person's truth, including his hidden appearance, bloodline, potential, and talents, and is just an aid used by ancient wizards to select apprentices, scout around, and observe the weaknesses of enemies. As for the destiny you are talking about! ”

Hong Yaoshi couldn't help but laugh.

"The Mark of Destiny can only be released when it is manifested, and it can only be discovered when it is released, and it has nothing to do with talent. Otherwise, there would have been an institution like the 'Mandate of Heaven Laboratory' in this world, idiot! ”

Ansel's heart was like stagnant water.

This is indeed wishful thinking! For the sake of an ethereal legend, he completely buried his life.

"I should have ended your life casually, but the Holy Province is now only responsible for recovering the artifacts. So, let's go," the nun said magnanimously, recalling her strength.

Ansest was stunned for a moment, and then ecstatic to find a life, and it was best to leave immediately before the nun repented.