Cologne tilted his head, his lips pursed tightly, and a pair of sword eyebrows frowned with an indissoluble coldness, avoiding Cologne's inquiring eyes.

He couldn't say anything.

This kind of thing can only rot in the stomach, and no one can tell it.

"Nothing else, I'll go first."

Cologne got up, picked up the glass in front of him, drank it down, turned and disappeared into the noisy tavern.

Matthew looked at Cologne's back as he left, and a wicked smile appeared on his bearded face: "Tsk, what a mouth."

It's not that Cologne is hypocritical, it's that he must not leak the experiments he has done.

The church has always hated vampires, but there will always be some outliers.

The archbishop was one hundred and three years old, and his entire body was almost buried in the coffin, leaving only one foot stuck outside.

What does the dying archbishop want most now?

Of course, fate!

And Cologne knew that he was nothing more than a lackey of the church.

If it weren't for the revenge for Amilia, he would never be a vampire hunter in his life!

What's more, he also underwent such a humiliating test.

His hands clenched into fists, and the muscles in his upper arms trembled slightly.

……

"Madam, you are about to become the Grand Duke, why are you still sad?"

A new maid combed Catherine's hair and put on her rich earrings, but Catherine frowned sadly.

"It's nothing, I'm just thinking about church things."

She found a reason to prevaricate.

The Church has always been authoritarian, and these days they have recruited several more vampire hunters, and it is said that they have completed several human trials, which has made several cardinals happy.

In the brightly lit castle, Mordo and Catherine are surrounded by many vampires.

Today is the day when the two of them are knighted.

Elaud had died in his home a few days earlier, and his butler, Modo, had become the new duke.

Catherine is wearing a silver evening gown today.

She is elegant, elegant and generous, and many vampires regard her as their dream lover [ghost].

Modo is also very heroic, and a dark red tuxedo makes him very tall.

It is clear to everyone that this is nothing more than a passing motion.

Elaud's fief was actually acquired by one of his first butlers, and Catherine was first embraced by the Prince himself.

Isn't this Prince Lambert demonstrating?

Today's banquet is still a little deserted, although the ordination ceremony was held by Lambert himself, but he has never attended such a dinner.

It wasn't until the human girl appeared that the crowd raised some interest.

"Tsk, such a porridge dish is not as good as a finger of Duke Catherine."

A woman licked her red nails and spoke.

Her nose suddenly shrank twice as if she smelled something: "But the smell of blood!" It's really fragrant. ”

That's right, as soon as Chen Xi entered the hall, he knew that he had been fooled!

Just now I met a little maid who was not very familiar, and said that the prince was waiting for her in the hall and had something to explain.

When she saw that the light was on, she pushed the door open and entered.

"Finish the calf! The sheep is in the mouth of the tiger, and one person is not enough to divide it! ”

Chen Xi and a large number of handsome men and beauties in front of him looked at each other.

"Hi, good evening, I went wrong."

She tugged at the corners of her mouth and smiled dryly, trying to close the door for them.

Too late for a pity!

Chen Xi reacted and was already in the center of the room.

Her arms are each framed by two particularly large bats.