When Constantine walked back to the castle from the astrological tower, it was nearly dusk.

Having spent almost a year at the Royal Academy of Magic, he was already familiar with the environment, and all the roads in the dense forest, the distribution of different buildings, and the density of people at different times were firmly imprinted in his mind, which was his habit as a bounty hunter.

At the moment he was walking down a lonely path, through which he could skillfully avoid the dense crowds of the evening and easily return to the castle's quarters.

Twilight shines through the cracks in the trees and sprinkles on the stone slabs, gilding them with a pleasing golden yellow, and Constantine walks slowly on the bluestone paved stone path, enjoying the rare silence and leisure.

There was a sound of brisk footsteps, Constantine looked up, and a fiery red-haired female mage walked towards him, this female mage was very beautiful in appearance and fair-skinned, and when she saw Constantine looking at him, the female mage pursed her lips and smiled, and hurriedly walked past Constantine.

Constantine was no stranger to this kind of thing, and since the last time he blasted Rommel into the lake with an arcane missile, there would always be a few people of the opposite sex looking at him with strange eyes whenever he walked halfway.

Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he saw that there seemed to be something more between the pages of the book "The Cornerstone of the Arcane Temple" that he had sandwiched under his armpit.

Spread out the book, between the snow-white title pages, there was a pale yellow parchment fragment, the beautiful flower-style handwriting was written in pale red ink, only two short lines, but Constantine couldn't help but pause.

"Your Excellency Constantine Elliottal, the only son of the former Grand Duke of Azeroria, would you mind coming to the top tower of the castle at midnight tonight to spend an unforgettable evening with a lady in the beautiful moonlight?"

There is no name underneath the parchment, only a half-moon patterned mark, like a crescent moon.

Looking at the beautiful handwriting full of charming flavor between the lines, the temperature in Constantine's eyes quickly dropped to freezing.

Constantine did not look back, and could quietly stuff the note into his book, how could a man with such a subtle technique remain where he was and let him find it.

"Do you know my true identity and plan to blackmail me with this?" thought to Constantine, and was about to put away the parchment, but the parchment burned in his hand of its own, and in the end, only a handful of ashes remained in the young man's palm.

Elliottard, a surname that has been buried in the pile of old papers in the eyes of many, belongs to the former owner of the Duchy of Azeroria.

Ten years ago, on the night of blood, the Guardians of Winter withered with the appearance of the Heavenly Gate, and the armies of the Dragonlance took the opportunity to settle in, turning the principality that had stood in the north for hundreds of years into a term in the history books, and the Duchy of Azeroya was destroyed.

However, Constantine never forgot that night, and that last promise of his parents, that surname, along with the glory and pride it represented, had been deeply imprinted in the blood of the young man.

But on today's continent, this surname is definitely something that the Dragon Lance Dynasty does not want to see, and if his identity spreads, then, it is conceivable that the northern kingdom will fall into a turmoil again, which Constantine does not want to see.

In Constantine's mind, there are no more than two people in the entire continent who know his identity, and those two people, one is his teacher and the other is his companion, and there is absolutely no possibility of the two of them leaking secrets.

So, who is the person who knows his background and writes this note to himself?

He walked quietly to the dormitory, his expression returned to his usual appearance, and even smiled and greeted a few of his classmates passing by.

Staying calm at all times is the credo of a good bounty hunter.

At midnight.

Heine was asleep with the Epic in his hand, drooling from the corners of his mouth, and the great poet was too flattering to sleep in his sleep, and Euler sat tirelessly at his desk calculating difficult and obscure topics that were too difficult for even many advanced mages who were quite accomplished in the theory of magic.

Constantine sat cross-legged on the bed, and when the hands of the magic clock in the room were drawing closer to zero, he got up, took the scabbard from the box, and quietly left the room.

There are a total of six towers above the castle, the top floor is a wide observation platform, Constantine chose to enter through the corridor on the side of the castle, stepping on the stone steps in the castle corridor, slowly walking to one of the towers, the moonlight through the windows spilled into the tower, the cold night breeze blew into this centuries-old building, hitting the stone wall, like a whimper.

The silver moon outside the window is incomparably bright, and the wonderful moonlight is enough to arouse people's inner yearning for beautiful things, and can also stimulate the most primitive desires in people's hearts.

Constantine stood still in the tower, looking through the window at the upper floors of the castle, and there was silence all around, but with sharp eyes, he had already seen a pair of young men and women sneaking up on the diagonal towers, making out with each other.

The male mage put his arms around the female magician's waist, whispered something emotionally, and from time to time put his lips to the female mage's forehead and kissed passionately, and a pair of hands began to wander on the graceful body of the female mage very dishonestly, the female mage was symbolically resisting at first, but slowly began to cater to the lover's hug and kiss, and the strong spring love rippled in the moonlight.

Constantine leaned against the stone wall, quietly watching this beautiful scene, his gaze as indifferent as frost and snow, without the slightest wave.

"Have you seen enough? A slightly lazy voice rang in his ears.

Constantine turned his head and saw a woman sitting on the edge of the window smiling, the same mage he had met at dusk, but her appearance was even more stunning than it had been then.

The fiery red hair swayed in the night breeze like a burning flame, the lips were as delicate as dew-stained roses, and the moonlight gently shrouded the white and almost transparent skin, adding to the beauty, which made people can't help but think about it, and the corners of the mouth pouted with a touch of charm, as if they could pour out all beings, as if they were fairies or elves that came out of mythology.

Even if he was as calm as Constantine, he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, in terms of beauty, among the women Constantine had seen, only Diana was comparable to it. However, his stunned stwere only lasted for about a second, and the next moment, he regained his calm and indifferent attitude.

"I think you must know this. The red-haired woman reached out and threw out something, a ring with the Hunters' Guild emblem on it.

Constantine took the ring, somewhat surprised, for it was the ring of the two great heretics he had thrown to the Luciferian Order that day.

This is a communication tool worn by the members of the Hunters' Guild, but Constantine had already left the guild at that time, and there was not much energy left in this ring, so he threw this ring to Daedalus that day, originally with the idea of using the name of the Hunters' Guild to suppress the other party.

Now that this ring appears in front of him again, then the origin of the other party is about to come out.

"You are a heretic of the Luciferian Order. Constantine narrowed his eyes, "A half-blood, interesting. ”

"Recognizable?" the red-haired woman stroked her red hair, her smile still on, but her pupils turned an eerie vermilion in the moonlight. "However, the fact that one of the continent's top bounty hunters, Azero's former heir, actually turned into a monk and went to the Royal Academy to study magic, I think it will be interesting for more people!"

Half-bloods, or half-vampires, are the product of blood and humans.

One fact that has lamented all plane biology researchers is that fate seems to favor creations such as hybrids, and the offspring of different races mating with humans, such as half-orcs, half-elves, and even half-bloods, have excellent qualities and abilities far beyond the ontological races of their parents.

Races such as the Half-Bloods, who have inherited the powerful physique of vampires and their lifespans far beyond those of ordinary people, and have the ability to walk in the sunlight just like humans.

"I seem to remember that I didn't tell your noble alchemist and the vampire next to him my code name, but how did you find out who I am?" said Constantine politely, his eyes revealing "sincere" doubt.

"You're talking about Daedalus and Borherz, those two guys, one buried in the skeleton of boring experiments, the other an idiot who indulges in the aesthetics of absurd killing, don't you deserve your praise from Lord Morningstar?? The red-haired girl pursed her lips and said disdainfully, looking at Constantine's beautiful eyes, "As for how I knew about your dual identity, guess what?"

"I've never had much interest in guessing games. Constantine said coldly, "If you don't want to say it, then die." ”

He raised his hand, a purple glow lit up on his fingertips, and the orb of arcane energy shot at close range towards the red-haired woman in front of him.