Walking inside the castle, the sunlight is less and darker, and the light of the candles is not enough to dispel the unique coldness here, which makes Lance very uncomfortable.

"You don't seem to be curious about who I am. Lear said.

"Now that we know the identity of Lord Ascot, I think the identity of Lord Lear can still be deduced. ”

"Really, I'm curious, how did you get that adult's approval?"

"Where there is any recognition, it is nothing more than using and being used. ”

Lil stopped and glanced at Lance meaningfully, "Aren't you afraid I'll tell that lord when you say that?"

"I'm sure Lord Lear won't say it. ”

"Why are you so sure?"

"Because, Lord Lear is not like them. ”

He began to be a little curious about the boy, except for his alleged talent, "Why do you say that?"

"It's just a gut feeling. ”

"Is that so? I think I kind of agree with what the Lord said about you. ”

Throwing out a round pendant, the golden Holy Cross reflected the afterglow of the bright sun in the sun, which happened to fall into Lance's hand, "Return the thing to its original owner, someone will send him back to the church." ”

Rubbing the familiar veins on the medallion, Lance watched Lear's departing figure, never feeling the smell of blood on him, not at all.

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The so-called oath is issued by the oath itself and has a certain binding existence.

The sound of low footsteps was getting closer, and the shadow of Lance appeared in the dim light, this was the second time he had come to this place, located in the deepest part of the laboratory, the underground cage.

The faint flickering lines of magic on the steel railings, since Lance came here, the corpses that had been trapped in them had been freed as they deserved, and nothing else had entered.

But there is still one living person trapped in it, and now he too will face the fate of destruction.

Darkness shrouded him, obscuring his face, "ding, ding, ding", and the sharp knife edge made a screeching sound against the railing.

"Boom", the huge lock fell, and with the creak of the rusty iron door opening, Lance could see a thin figure curled up in the corner.

As if sensing Lance's coming, the old man moved, opened his cloudy eyes and looked at it, stopping for a moment on the sharp knife edge.

"Remember our bet?" Lance's deep voice rang out.

"Oh, it was you, I didn't expect you to survive. The old man's voice was even weaker than it had been when Lance had first seen him.

In this hazy darkness, Lance saw the whole picture of the old man with his own eyes, the naked upper body was the scar left by the dense wound healing, the ribs were clearly visible, the whole person was like a thin layer of flesh and bones wrapped in flesh, dry like a dry well, it was hard to imagine how long he had been locked up here.

"Will you keep your bet?"

"Of course, but sadly, I'm now penniless. ”

"Then let's change the chips. ”

"I don't think I have anything to use as a bargaining chip right now. ”

"No, you will. ”

"Is that so?"

The old man seemed to be about to laugh at himself, but he couldn't control the few muscles on his face, and tried his best to pull out a weird smile, and his cloudy eyes gradually became brighter.

"My name is Lance, can I ask you what your name is?"

"Rosie, so, are you here to kill me?"

The edge of the knife swayed, and the reflected light streaked across Lance's face, covered with bloody veins, like long maggots wound and wriggled themselves, sucking his blood every moment until he could find the blood to fulfill the oath, the dense bloodshot in his pupils, the muscles on his face trembling unconsciously, and he was trying to endure the pain it bringed.

Rossi turned shocked, "Blood oath! How could you make such an oath with them?" What shocked him even more was how he could still stay as awake as Lance could under the chaos of the Blood Oath.

"Because I'm weak, because I don't have a choice. ”

It was indeed the first time that Lance had encountered this so-called blood oath, that is, he had been put on a table by the two of them.

By the time the vow was made, it was too late.

And they gave Lance the best blood sacrifice, a stranger whose name Lance didn't even know.

"Are you going to be an executioner whose hands are stained with the blood of innocent people, just for the so-called ideals and pursuits?" Knowing his fate, Rosie returned to his original calm.

"No, I won't. ”

"Is that so?"

As if getting the answer she wanted, Rosie closed her eyes.

The sharp edge of the knife cut through the layer of flesh, and the blood splattered on his face, and at the same time cut the most primitive need in Lance's heart that had been hidden for a long time, and the two incomparable thirst for blood were enough to stun Lance.

Like the most primitive beast, it tore open its neck and frantically sucked the fiery scarlet liquid.

But there is only one part of blood, waiting for the blood to be exhausted, and the two blood desires finally begin to clash head-on, the same bloodthirsty devil, one from the ethereal void oath, and the other from the depths of the blood engraved into the soul.

In the chaotic void, a majestic shadow emerged, a boundless river of blood, and ancient words echoed among the boiling waves, as if provocative, and the void chose to be silent.

Rossi's mangled body slipped from Lance's hands and fell to the ground weakly, his neck almost severed, and his blood was pumped to the ground.

Blood melted into the skin at the corners of his mouth, and for the first time, Lance felt a slight sense of fullness.

A rare term came to his mind: blood awakening.

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The door opened, and looking at the fresh blood stains on Lance's clothes, Asco's stiff face finally showed a smile, "Welcome to the Dark Cross Church." ”

Lance's expressionless face was ushered in, "I need that person's flesh and blood for the experiment." ”

"Yes. The smile on Asco's face turned to excitement, and now, Lance and he were really together.