Extreme madness is instantaneous, and in the long run, it is death.

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Vampires, a race abandoned by God, are neither gods, nor devils, nor people.

It began in Eastern Europe in the Middle Ages, and has always been bizarre and terrifying and psychedelic when it appears before the eyes of mankind.

It was only around the 14th century in the European Middle Ages that the Church openly admitted that vampires existed, and then sanctioned and hunted them. Although the Church has kept the number of vampires to the point where it is not dangerous to humans, in the hearts of everyone, the vampire count on Xi Mountain, whom no one has ever seen, is still a nightmare at midnight.

When Bai Wanwan was forcibly separated from the previous book, her task had actually been completed. She rubbed her eyebrows, and didn't even bother to ask for points, so she beckoned 001 to send her the plot to herself, so she had to get busy... Only then can she forget the things that are blocked in her heart.

It is a fantasy book that takes place around the 18th century before the French Revolution, four hundred years after the first generation of vampires appeared. Although the race that lived in the darkness of the night has disappeared, there are always several horrific news of blood-sucking corpses every year, this time the original owner is the sole heir of a down-and-out swordsman family.

Originally, the family was prosperous and famous, but the swordsmanship, which symbolized courage, strength and tenacity, was gradually eliminated in the evolution of the times, and when it came to the vein of Bai Wanwan, she was the only one left.

She left her family since she was a child and was sent to a prestigious church in a small town near Xishan, not only because of the legend that it cultivated vampire hunters who can fight vampires, but also because of that one... Archpriest.

Bai Wanwan thought that the villain identity would be the very terrifying vampire count in the backstory, but as a result, this time the villain's father character turned out to be an arrogant and noble priest.

The parasitic relationship has nothing to do with him, although she said that she was sent to this holy church for study, but in fact, she is a ruined dog who has been abandoned, and this church is equivalent to an orphanage in her heart.

The parasitic inherits the family's pride, and does not feel inferior because of his identity. Even though her boring physics tricks couldn't compare to those kids who could use magic-like light.

Reverend Adrian has always liked children who are intelligent, obedient and extremely gifted, and it just so happens that none of these three traits are white. She was rebellious by nature, clumsy but diligent. It's a pity that even 100% of the acquired effort can't compare to those gifted weirdos.

As such, she is also an ostracized freak in the church. And the parasite didn't bother to be with the flowers in the greenhouse, just huddled in his room and practiced the sword pose passed down by his grandfather over and over again.

Although she lived under the same roof as those children, few people remembered her, and she had no friends.

This mission is a bit more difficult, requiring her to slay the vampires on Mount Xi. and the guardian of the Holy Church.

The house she was in was small, damp, with a large water stain on the walls, and judging by the dim lighting, it was probably in a basement somewhere. There was only a rudimentary wooden bed, a table, and a chair with missing legs. There was a row of clothes hanging on a hanger in the corner, and there was no furniture left.

A small mirror was placed on the table, and Bai Wanwan raised the mirror to look at it, falling into deep thought......

The original owner was born in the aristocracy, and naturally she was a beautiful blonde girl with clear blue eyes. Originally, the temperament and beauty were very good, but unfortunately because I didn't care about the appearance, I didn't take care of the bangs and left them too long to cover half of the face, and the whole person looked very spiritless, decadent, depressed, like a female ghost wandering in the middle of the night.

Because he has been holding a sword all the year round, his hands are full of scars and calluses, and he can't tell the hand of a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl at all.

Her room had difficulty drying clothes, so she was occasionally forced to wear soiled clothes. Among the beautiful and clean angelic children, she did live like a monster.

Just as he was thinking about the plot, there was a quick knock on the door.

"Who's that, you're not going to today's magic class, are you? If it weren't for Lord Adrian's name today, I wouldn't have bothered to call you. ”

Bai Wanwan was stunned, according to her memory, this voice should belong to a girl named Lancao, her family is a big family in the town, and her own talent is also excellent, and she belongs to the category of "genius" in the holy church.

The magic class should be taught by the villain's father, right? Bai Wanwan cleared her throat before she spoke: "Got it." ”

The man outside the door snorted coldly, and didn't linger long, and the footsteps faded away.

The white silk in the room looked at the little beggar like himself in the mirror... When you go out with this kind of image, no one should like it, right? But she didn't have much time to take care of herself now.

went to the hanger to find a set of clean clothes to change into, and Bai Wanwan pulled the bangs that blocked the vision of her eyes behind her ears and pushed the door open. But she only took two steps forward, and then she stepped back into the corner and picked up the white saber that had no sense of existence, and fastened the scabbard to her belt, and then she walked out with her chest held high.

As she expected, her room was far away from the others. Although all the children who are sent to the Holy Church for study have the same food and lodging in the course, the adults always prefer those who are well-behaved and obedient. As for Bai Wanwan, an outlier, it would be good to have a place to live for her to eat.

The overall architectural style of the Holy Church presents the retro style of Eastern Europe, with bell plates, spires, crosses, and alternating white and red paint. Passing around the lodging area, you can see the statue of Our Lady of the Crucifixion standing at the side door, and the whole looks solemn and faintly bright.

Generally speaking, the children who come to the church will wear special red and white robes, which are wide and elegant, and the girls' uniforms are as cute as dresses, and the boys' uniforms are more western. The parasite's uniform had long since been damaged by mischief, so she now looked quite out of place in the uniformly dressed crowd.

Along the way, no one looked at her much, at most they glanced at the saber on her waist with novelty. More people avoided her in disgust.

Bai Wanwan doesn't mind, her current personality is a social terror who doesn't talk much, and her task has nothing to do with these people, so she doesn't need to deal with it.

The accommodation area was not far from the side hall where the class was taught, and when Bai Wanwan was still outside the door, she heard a call from inside, and it happened to be her name.

She froze for a moment, then took a deep breath and pushed the door open.

The side halls are warm and clean, and candles are lit even in broad daylight. The angels on the roof were illuminated by beautiful frescoes and crystal chandeliers, and children about her size sat in their seats, looking back at her curiously.

When Bai Wanwan raised his eyes, he met the eyes of the Adrian Archpriest. His eyes are like a surging wine red, unfathomable, long black hair up to the waist, the middle forehead bangs against his deliberately stretched eyebrows and eyes always reveal a kind and stern strange temperament, deep facial features, high nose bridge, and a pair of monocle silver-rimmed glasses hanging from silver chains. A small tear mole happens to be the finishing touch, extending the perfection and abstinence of the whole person to the extreme.

Red and white robes, the Bible in the palm of his hand, what a solemn and holy person. At this moment, he cast an unkind look like he was looking at a mouse in the gutter.