Stepping over the tall dark red threshold, the first thing that catches Matthew Cullen's eye is a large floor-to-ceiling window. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The windows were closed, and the blood-red velvet curtains were hung on both sides by golden hooks, and they looked like a woman's long hair, gentle and moving.

Through the bright windows, the lush Silent Forest is in the distance and the bustling Beta Town Pedestrian Street is nearby. Between pitches, the movement and stillness are appropriate, which is intoxicating.

On either side of the floor-to-ceiling windows, two huge portraits hang from the white stone walls.

The man on the left sits to the right, reclining in a large, high-backed square chair, as if looking down on the whole world.

At the top of the back of the chair is a sculpture of vague shapes, which looks like an eye; the man wears a dark red cylinder hat on his head, and the upper half of his body is wrapped in a crimson velvet shawl, and the lower half of his body is hidden in a deep shadow; his two arms are neatly placed on the arm of the chair, his left hand is pressed by a thick hard-shell book, his right hand is naturally drooping, and he wears a gold ring on his ring finger, and there is a huge gem on the ring, the gem cannot see the color, and can only vaguely feel a heavy sense of vicissitudes being bound inside.

The man on the right turned to the left, mockingly looking at the sky above the left, with a cynical smile on the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were cold and cruel.

He wore a blonde curled wig that was draped to the right and left, revealing a smooth, high forehead. His face was pale, revealing an equally pale shirt with a wrinkled collar embroidered with gold on the collar, which looked like an ancient spell. He wore shiny leather shoes, stockings and tight breeches, a long sword at his waist in one hand, and a tall wooden cup in the other, the mouth of which was facing down, and the bright red liquid in the cup was about to fall.

Matthew Cullen took a deep breath, did not speak, and saluted the two portraits respectfully.

The man sitting in the chair on the left is the patriarch of the Black family, the oldest nobleman under the moon, Tony Brown. J. Black: The thick book he holds in his left hand is the oldest rule in the vampire world, the Code Under the Moon.

The man holding the sword on the right is the patriarch of the revitalized modern Karen family, the legend of the vampires, John Hugh Karen, and the wooden cup he holds in his right hand is the most sacred chalice of the blood family, and it is said that it contains the container of the original blood of the ancestors.

The two portraits are oblivious to the etiquette of this junior, and there is not a trace of fluctuation in their eyes. This made Matthew even more admired—it seemed that this was the only way to match their noble status.

He bowed and stood still, waiting for the portrait to speak.

"If you're waiting for these two old immortals to speak, then you can stand up straight. A clear voice broke the silence of the lounge and said with a smile: "This is an oil painting made by mortals, not the work of a magic painter, they are not the shadows of two old men, just some piles of oil paints." ”

Matthew Cullen straightened up in surprise and couldn't help but take a closer look at the two paintings.

Lifelike eyes, vivid expressions, almost like real people.

But there is not a trace of magic fluctuations in the portrait, it is really just two oil paintings.

"I can freeze the splendor of this moment...... Is...... Regrettable talent. Matthew muttered, his eyes full of unbearability.

In his opinion, the person who painted this picture had a talent that even wizards admired, but this talent appeared in fragile mortals, which made people sigh.

"So, you're here today to sigh at my two paintings?" the clear voice re-spoken, teasing.

Matthew Cullen finally reacted.

The only person who could speak freely in this lounge could be the owner of this room, his famous cousin, Friedman Blake Cullen.

Matthew looked up and glanced at it quickly.

Not far in front of him, in front of the tall floor-to-ceiling window, there was a large maroon wooden table.

The desk was filled with heavy magic books, various intricate magic instruments, and an hourglass for timekeeping happily flipping through the bucket.

A thick armchair sat beside the table, and a tall figure was lounging on the armchair, swaying slightly. He held a book in his left hand, and from time to time his right hand reached into the fruit bowl next to him to get a fruit.

At this moment, the owner of the house leaned forward, revealing platinum-blond hair and pale blue eyes.

These eyes met exactly with Matthew's gaze.

Matthew hung his head quickly.

"It is a great pleasure to meet you, Sir Friedman. Matthew put one hand on his chest, his body stiffened, and his voice trembled a little because of nervousness: "On behalf of Count Anglie Cullen and Countess Lindsay O'Brien Cullen, I would like to extend my greetings to you and wish you a good day. ”

Angliel Cullen is Matthew's father, and Countess Lindsey O'Brien Cullen is Matthew's mother.

With these old-fashioned pure-blood vampire aristocrats, you can't expect anything else useful in their rigid minds other than these cumbersome rituals.

Hearing the greetings of the guests, the owner of the house reluctantly put down the book in his hand, stood up, and walked in front of Matthew.

"Father and grandfather, I hope everything is well. The owner of the house, Sir Friedman, stood up, took Matthew's hand, and gave him a firm hug.

His tall body blocked the sunlight from the window, casting a heavy shadow in the spacious living room: "When I saw you, I couldn't help but think of the winter hunt in Bad Mington last year. It was as if it had happened yesterday. ”

"Yes, sir. Matthew didn't expect such a hug at all, and his face turned a little red with excitement - something that is rare for vampires: "The demon fox you killed in Worcesterloch made a big impression on everyone. ”

"If you spend a few years at the first university, I'm sure you'll be able to surprise more of the family's antique eyes. Sir said witticisms that did not match his status, scratched his platinum hair with some annoyance, and complained, "Ah, these dull fellows, they will not take the initiative to entertain guests when they come...... I have to send it to the Alchemy Research Institute for modification. ”

Matthew looked up in surprise.

"I beg your pardon, cousin Karen, I don't want you to think I'm being rude before we talk. Sir Friedman glanced apologetically at his cousin: "The house is a little small, and the servants are not professional enough......

"It was very difficult to get a spacious living room with a few well-bred servants in such a demanding place as First University...... Especially in the living room, when you are in the powerful forbidden of the first university, few people can use the superb space magic skills. ”

"Also, there are too many school rules that don't allow us to bring our own servants, so we have to use these dolls to make it up. ”

Matthew showed a sudden look and shook his head again and again, indicating that it didn't matter.

A servant brought a high-necked glass bottle and two Burgundy cups containing a bright red viscous liquid.

Another servant brought a high-backed chair decorated with badges, took the coat handed by Matthew, and quietly withdrew.