Lewis was momentarily stunned, he didn't expect to get this answer.

You think I don't know you if you pretend to be stupid? My inspiration is a clear reminder that I am familiar with you, and that fate will not be wrong......

Lewis straightened up, a smile curled into his lips, and threatened:

"We met, in the basement of the church, when you were imprisoned and toyed with by Bishop Utravsky.

I've always kept this secret deep in my heart, but lately, I've suddenly felt like I want to talk to the Bloodline. ”

Emlin. White seemed to be touched by Lewis's sadness, and he looked up, and a shameful past came flooding back to him.

Imprisoned, forced to listen to the scriptures of the Mother Earth God Church every day, and even manipulated by the "Nightmare Candle", he gradually accepted the fact that he had betrayed his ancestors.

"Nope! Don't threaten me, you despicable creature, I won't give you a potion, die. ”

Lewis had tried to make Emlyn obedient by threatening, but it didn't work out, and the only good news was that the vampire finally admitted his identity.

Finding that the threat had no effect, Lewis immediately thought of another way, and in terms of Emlin's character as a secondary two, fooling was also a good way.

"Mr. Emlyn, I really wanted to save you from the underground of the church, do you know why I didn't save you in the end?" Lewis suddenly relaxed, and he sat casually on the side.

Emlyn didn't even glance at Lewis, he went on with his work, and he gradually became relieved in the monotony of life.

Lewis continued to flicker:

"Actually, I can see at a glance that you are not an ordinary blood clan, you have noble blood flowing in your body, and you are carrying a heavy and great mission!"

Noble! Mission! …… Emrin's body froze slightly, his mind went blank, and he remembered that he had joined the Tarot Society with the mission of the Bloodline, and that he had to keep moving forward in the darkness even if he was misunderstood by so many of his kind.

He is a hero who is about to save the Bloodline, even if he is always not understood, and is always destined to carry everything and struggle in the dark.

Thinking of the past when he was ridiculed, Emlyn straightened up slightly, straightened up his clothes, and said with a haughty expression:

"I didn't expect you to have a little vision."

"Of course! I am a person who believes in the guidance of fate and can see some of your destiny. Realizing that his flicker was working, Lewis immediately stepped up.

"You know, if the ancestor of Lilith wants to take on the task alone, he must be subjected to severe tempering, so that he can complete the transformation from mind to body.

Beasts of prey always walk alone, and cattle and sheep are in herds. Only when a person has experienced seven layers of loneliness can one become a true powerhouse! in order to bear the fate of reviving the blood clan! ”

Emlyn suddenly felt his brain tremble, he remembered that he had always had no friends before, and remembered the words of Mr. "Fool": Those who want to become heroes must always accept the fate of not being understood.

He clenched his right hand tightly, letting his slender nails sink into his flesh, red blood running down his elbow.

After a moment, Emlyn calmed down a little, he breathed a deep sigh of relief, and asked in a trembling voice:

"You say you can see through fate, how can I trust you?"

Lewis immediately gave his bad luck to Emlyn, and he tapped his fingers lightly on the table, and said:

"In the next 5 minutes, you will encounter very bad luck, don't worry, this must be a test left to you by the ancestor of the blood clan."

The next moment, a candle suddenly fell from the candlestick, and Emlyn hurriedly helped him, but his clothes were accidentally ignited.

Emlyn, who was afraid of fire, rolled on the ground in spite of his image, wailing and extinguishing the flames.

However, the bad luck was not over, and he saw the chandelier above his head loosen a little......

Five minutes later, the scene was in shambles, and Emlyn was covered in wounds of all sizes, but he was still not seriously injured.

At this moment, he laughed out loud, he was extremely sure that the Ancestor was guiding him, and he was extremely sure that he was the strong man who had experienced seven levels of loneliness.

Then, Emlyn straightened up his tattered clothes, walked up to Lewis, and stretched out his hand:

"Emlyn. White, I am an honorable Blood, and you may call me Mr. Emlyn. ”

Lewis shook hands with Emlyn, he opened his pocket watch, glanced anxiously, and said:

"Actually, I am also carrying a heavy fate, and now I must rush back to save someone."

Emlin didn't waste Lewis's time, he threw a bottle of potion to Lewis, saying:

"You give him this bottle of medicine first, and when I perfunctory the stinky old man here, I will personally help him diagnose and treat him."

Lewis agreed, left the address of his home, took the medicine, took the fastest subway, and arrived half an hour later.

The study had long been sealed off by a sealed spiritual wall, and Miss Elana was standing by the witch Shirley.

Shirley frowned hard, her body was badly wounded, and the blood was still oozing at a slow rate.

As if hearing a voice, she opened her eyes with all her might, and cried out to Lewis:

"Save ...... Help me, I'm ...... Can help you with anything. ”

Lewis fed the Eliminated potion to the other party, and he could sense that the witch was temporarily out of danger.

"Miss Elanna, I'll give you the traits of a serial killer at night, and now I have some things to do."

After settling the witch, Lewis entered the bathroom and walked four steps backwards into the gray mist.

He placed the dagger he had held in front of him and wrote the divination statement:

"The way this dagger is used."

Leaning back in his seat and falling asleep, Lewis walked through the pure white in front of him and saw the pitch-black corridor.

The witch poured her power into her dagger, then swung it with all her might, and in an instant, a storm rushed out and broke through the walls.

The screen turns:

In front of him was an ugly man, his body squirming, his mouth open and shouting silent words, followed by a mixture of flesh and blood exploding.

The witch held the dagger across her chest, and a wall appeared in front of her, blocking the impact of the explosion, but the ground in front of the witch had been blasted into a deep ravine.

Waking up from his sleep, Lewis set about building the file.

Name: Dusk Dagger

Guardian Shield (Ability 1): Infuses power into the dagger and blocks it with the side, summoning an impregnable wall that can rarely be broken below the high rank, even if it is hit by artillery, as long as it is not set on fire.

Storm of Light (Ability 2): Infuse your power and swing it out with all your might, and a storm will sweep in the specified direction, destroying the human body directly, as well as destroying resentful spirits and evil spirits.

Side effects: Just holding it will cause severe pain in the body, and the more you use it, the more your mind will blur and you will gradually become crazy.

(End of chapter)