"Huh!" Jacqueline returned to the table, "If you still want to control me like you used to, then we'll see." ”

Wen Cha held his forehead and became more and more speechless at her.

After dinner, the old gentleman next door, Alfred, invited them to a picnic in the suburbs tomorrow, and heard that the wild ginger flowers on the edge of the city were blooming, and there were many violets and golden lilies, which could be seen together.

Alfred is their old neighbor, and their children are all working in the royal capital of the Gera continent, and only he and his wife live in Ar City, and they have taken great care of the two sisters over the years.

"Okay," Wen Cha agreed without hesitation, "I'll see you tomorrow." ”

"See you tomorrow."

Early the next morning, Wen Cha dragged Jacqueline out of the bed and rode out of town in a carriage with old Mr. Alfred.

As he said, the edge of the city was already full of all kinds of wild flowers, gradually dyed and beautiful, changing the green fields into colorful and magnificent skirts.

The four of them found an open space and sat down, spread out the carpet with dahlias and delicate patterns, and set up a small folding wooden table to arrange the various pastries in turn.

Mrs. Alfred also boiled a pot of sweet fruit tea with great interest, which was very suitable with pastries of different tastes.

Mr. Alfred's tastes were different from those of the lady, and he preferred to drink black tea and sit quietly all morning with a fishing rod on the lake by the grass.

The early summer breeze was warm, the scent of flowers spread, Warm Tea smiled and talked to Mrs. Alfred, and Jacqueline dozed under her parasol.

"I heard from Sergeant Andre that the villages on the edge of the city have been a little unpeaceful recently, and there have been several cases of missing people, and I don't know who is committing the crime."

Wen Cha's eyes drooped slightly, "Maybe it's an accident." ”

"But there is no such accident," said Madame Alfred, firmly, "and this kind of thing happens quite a few times in Arles, where in previous years it was in the city, but this year it is only outside the city."

The elderly lady sighed faintly, "Arl City is good for everything, but it shouldn't face the City of Eternal Night, which is an unavoidable threat to us sooner or later. There was unspeakable concern in her tone.

Wen Cha's eyes flashed, and he said curiously: "Are the legends of the City of Eternal Night true?" Madam. ”

Mrs. Alfred shook her head, "Rumors are not unfounded, but they are not all true. ”

"Is this demon really inhabited in the City of Eternal Night?"

"It's not a demon, a demon doesn't live on humans, they're a blood clan."

"Bloodline?"

"They are a group of cursed human beings, who were once just ordinary people like us, but for various reasons, this group of people was cursed by God, separated from human life, and had eternal life, and at the same time lost the right to live in the sun, and could only stay in the endless night."

"They are bloodthirsty, they can't eat human food, they can only live on blood, they have a very high dependence on human blood, the more low-level blood clans are, the more greedy and evil they are, and they have repeatedly attacked humans, therefore, in the human world, blood clans are a symbol of ominous and death."

The Bloodline who sleeps beneath the Rose Ground is a powerful vampire.

Therefore, for so many years, even though he threatened the most beautiful flower city in the Gera continent, no hunter dared to touch him easily.

Wen Cha sighed when he heard it, "This blood clan is really a big trouble. ”

Mrs. Alfred sighed approvingly.

Jacqueline on the side opened her eyes at some point, glanced at Wen Cha expressionlessly, tilted her head and continued to sleep.

Mrs. Alfred told many more legends about the Bloodline, and at last she fell asleep on the chaise longe.

Wen Cha stood up boredly and stretched, intending to take a walk around the lake to see if there were any other wildflowers blooming this year.

She carried the hem of her skirt embroidered with irises, and walked quietly among the flowers and plants, like a curious baby, looking here and there, and when she met a favorite flower, she would pick two and decorate the flower branches with reed leaves by the lake.

After a while, Wen Cha found a few beautiful red pavilions in the flowers, blooming bright and bright, she couldn't help but touch the buds with her hands, her nose sniffed carefully, and then squinted her eyes and laughed, just about to raise her head and continue to walk forward, suddenly found that there was a night tree growing not far away, and the white vine rose was like a girl of age, wrapped around its trunk, adding a little white to the pink flower tree.

She strolled over, about to pick a few vine roses to make a bouquet of ornaments, a gust of wind blew, the flower branches swayed, a thin thorn actually pierced her fingertips, the sudden stinging pain made Wen Cha frown, she lowered her eyes and glanced at it, reached out and gently took out the thorn, a drop of blood quickly trickled out from her fingertips, and fell into the deep grass.

Annoyed, she took out a handkerchief to wrap her fingers, and when she reached for the vine rose again, she was about to pick it off carefully, when she suddenly smelled an inexplicable cold rose fragrance.

Her fingers stiffened, and she glanced back vigilantly, the sea of flowers was gorgeous, except for Alfred, there was no other figure.

Maybe it's feeling wrong? She touched her nose, there were so many flowers here, maybe she was too sensitive.

After taking off the vine rose, Wen Cha patted the door and did not go any further, intending to go back and show Mrs. Alfred her workmanship.

As soon as she turned around, she noticed a strong peeping, shooting out from not far behind her, falling on her back like a knife, so intense that it was impossible to ignore.

It was a staring that was explicit and profound.

A layer of sweat broke out on the tip of Wen Cha's nose, and he clenched the flowers in his hand, not daring to look back at all, and quickly walked back to Mrs. Alfred like a marionette.

The peeping still didn't go away, and even became more and more intense, with an unprecedented sense of aggression, as if a hunter had locked onto his beloved prey.

Wen Cha didn't wake up Mrs. Alfred, restrained her stiff body, pretended to easily arrange the bouquet of flowers, and put it next to Jacqueline.

She didn't dare to think about where that gaze came from, but a bad premonition rose in her heart.

That gaze had been on her for a long time, scorching, longing, and greed that could not be concealed. It's like an addict touching a drug.

Wen Cha couldn't help but glance back, just behind the night tree behind her, she seemed to see a black figure, vague, like a phantom, but she knew it wasn't.

It was a man, or rather, a bloodline.

He seemed to be wearing a long black trench coat, holding a black umbrella in his hand, his face was as pale as winter snow, and a pair of eyes that were cold and without a trace of humanity, he was staring at her, firmly, the depths of his pupils seemed to grow a dangerous whirlpool, and the cold color made people shudder.

Wen Cha didn't see his overall appearance clearly, but it was enough for her to judge.