Fasol stepped forward respectfully, but did not dare to look up until he was an arm's length from the coffin, and then respectfully raised the wine glass above his head.

Lodell took it gently.

An elegant and mysterious aristocratic young man, with pale and beautiful skin, silver hair and red eyes, slender fingers gently took the wine glass, there was no special expression on a beautiful face, and the wine red eyes were staring at the wine glass.

Fasol was slightly nervous.

There was not human blood in the glass, but the blood of a unicorn.

The unicorn is a symbol of beauty and purity, and legend has it that it is called a child of the gods along with the mermaid. Their blood is not nourishing, but naturally cursed.

To hurt or even kill such a pure life is in itself a curse.

In the whole world, only this young king can drink the blood of a unicorn without changing his face.

He never ate according to the habits of normal blood clans, and the Senate had searched for him all the high-quality young men and girls for him, but it could not arouse the appetite of the young king in the slightest.

His Royal Highness Lodell's strength is so strong that he is already equivalent to a god in the hearts of the blood clan, but most of the time, the god has no intention of caring about the trivial affairs of power, just sleeping peacefully.

It seems that there is no desire and no desire.

Slowly drinking the blood from the cup, the bright red color dyed on the lips of the youth, lining the color like rose petals, thin and seductive.

Slender pale fingers fell, and Lodel gently placed the glass on the tray that Fasol had raised.

He lowered his eyelashes, pale and indifferent, and his burgundy eyes revealed a strange elegance, adding a bit of mystery.

The perfect king of the perfect bloodline.

Fasol hesitated and said in a low voice: "Your Highness, the holy woman sent by the temple this time, you ......"

Before the words fell, the man had already said lightly:

"No, you don't."

His voice was as cool as a human, and his low voice was naturally seductive, like the cold surface of marble, and like the gorgeous bass of a violin.

Fasol was not surprised by this answer.

It stands to reason that every time a saint should be chosen by the king, but for so many years, King Del never allowed any saint to come to see him.

Naturally, those women had heard the legend of the King of the Blood Clan for a long time, and they came one by one with hope, but they could only return disappointed.

Fasol noticed that every time he drank the unicorn's blood, His Highness Lodell frowned slightly.

He had always been indifferent, frowning for a thrilling beauty, but the meaning contained in it was terrifying—even the blood of the Divine Unicorn made His Highness feel uncomfortable, let alone the blood of the much dirtier, lower human body?

The rejection was expected, and in fact, Fasol was just a casual reminder.

He bowed down respectfully.

The young man's slender pale fingers gently held the edge of the coffin, and lowered his burgundy eyes.

The delicate and beautiful face in the silver hair, a pair of narrow and beautiful red eyes, the appearance is pale and indifferent.

His slender index finger gently wiped the traces of blood from his lips, and he lowered his eyes slightly, looking calm.

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"Hurry up, don't let the adults wait!"

The next day, the maid who led the way hurried through the wide corridor, urging the saints behind her.

The girls trotted along with their skirts up.

Many of them came from aristocratic families, and were also sent to the castle to serve as blood servants out of the consideration of clinging to the bloodline, so even at a trot, the noble girls involuntarily tried to maintain their manners.

The group came to the outside of the hall.