The space of the City of Eternal Night is silent, the eternal gray sky, the forest shrouded in darkness, and the pure white thorny rose that seems to have been forgotten by the gods in the mortal dust.

There is no sun, no warm colors, and no people.

The castle of Turst is like an accident in the mist, deceiving the eyes of outsiders with its ornate and classical appearance, but inside it is the residence of the cold-blooded people.

The young Bloodclan stood at the window, his back straight like a winter pine, his exposed skin pale with coldness, which made him look more and more cold and distant.

Wen Cha put down the water cup in his hand and secretly glanced at him several times, wanting to say something, but couldn't find a reason to say.

Steward Kyle came in through the door, "My lord, there's a messenger from Mordo. ”

Tullste glanced sideways slightly, his gaze turned around the girl, "Let him wait outside." ”

"Okay." Butler Kyle smiled at Wen Cha and turned to go out.

Wen Cha looked at Tulst suspiciously, and had no impression of the unfamiliar name "Modo".

However, this did not prevent her from speculating that this might be the residence of another Blood, with the same location as the City of Eternal Night, and of course, Tullster did not have a crush on "Mordo", as he had previously called them "Rebels".

The young Bloodclan turned from the window, walked to Wen Cha with a pale face, grabbed her wrist and took her to the basement, and roughly pressed her into last night's coffin, "Wait for me here." ”

He extinguished the whale oil lamp on the wall and left like a ghost, the sound of the floor closing into Wencha's eardrums, and the surroundings were plunged into darkness like never before.

Reaching out and not seeing his five fingers, he could only smell the faint cold fragrance in the coffin, which was the smell of Tulst's body, he seemed to like roses very much, and his body was also stained with this unsuitable fragrance of flowers, and he did not even let go of the sleeping place.

Wen Cha couldn't sleep, although she was a little scared in her heart, but she wasn't frightened, she listened to the sound outside with her breath, and only heard the hazy footsteps.

The young Bloodclan walked over to the table and poured himself a glass of red liquid, waved his hand to the butler, and let the guests in.

It was a young man in a black suit, he had long golden hair, the color was vibrant, like jewelry made of gold and stone, his eyes were blue like a pool of seawater, even if his face was expressionless, his eyes seemed to be full of affection, and the people he gazed at seemed to be deeply loved by him.

"Prince Turst, long time no see." The person who came took the lead in greeting, a bright smile hooked up at the corner of his mouth, and said affectionately: "Over the years, I have been thinking about you all the time."

"Wright." The young Bloodclan called out his name, and there was a murderous intent in his black eyes, as if he was about to tear him apart in the next moment.

"I didn't expect the prince to remember me?" The man walked up to Turst, his face without reverence for the nobles, and even with a smug sigh: "This is really my honor."

"What did Katis ask you to do?" Tulster didn't mean to talk nonsense with him.

Wright's face paused slightly, and he sat down in his chair, "Why did Master Katis ask me to come?" Can't I just take the initiative to come and see you? ”

Turst glanced at him coldly, his eyes full of ferocity and impatience, as if he would make him regret one more nonsense.

"You're still so impatient," Wright shook his head, putting away the smile on his face, "and I can't complain that Master Katis will take us away." ”

Turst didn't pay any attention to him, he got up from his chair, his slender figure flashed, and instantly appeared in front of Wright, and before he could react, he grabbed him by the neck and threw him to the ground like a quail that had no power to resist.

Wright was caught off guard and was about to beg for mercy when the young Bloodclan had torn off both of his arms.

Vampire blood is dark red, cold and evil.

Wright frowned in pain, and he couldn't say a word of the words begging for mercy.

Butler Kyle walked in from the outside, not surprised to see this scene, he respectfully walked up to Tullst's side, "My lord, do you need to burn him?" ”

Tullst didn't answer, threw away the arm in his hand, looked at Wright condescendingly, his expression was cold and indifferent, he took the handkerchief handed over by Butler Kyle, carefully took care of his fingers, and said expressionlessly: "I don't like the tone of your conversation with me, it seems that Katis didn't teach you well."

Wright's face changed slightly, and he defended himself regardless of his injuries: "It's none of my business, Lord Katis, I made you misunderstand, and I can apologize to you." Mistress Katis sent me here because she heard the news that you had woken up and wanted to show you her sincerity. ”

Turst paused, "Show me sincerity?" ”

Wright endured the pain, no longer had the previous hanger, and said, "It's your birthday next month, and he wants to come and see you."

The corners of Tulster's mouth were hooked, and an extremely strange smile appeared, and his black eyes locked on Wright, obviously unconvinced by this reason.

"You go back and tell him that if you don't want to die, I'm always welcome."

Turst lost all interest in the conversation, and motioned for the butler to throw Wright out, the expression on his face still disgusted and disgusted.

Butler Kyle dared not delay, and hurriedly disposed of the two severed arms.

"Your Excellency," Butler Kyle said worriedly, walking in from outside, "it looks like the rebels of Mordo want to come over and challenge you." ”

Tulst looked at the carpet on the floor stained with vampire's blood, unaffected by Kyle's butler's words, "Clean it up." ”

"Okay." Steward Kyle took the order and left, still not calm.

The rebels of Mordor defected from the city of eternal night sixty years ago, when Prince Tulst had just woken up from a dream, and it was a starvation period when he was in urgent need of food, and his Count Katis led the knight Wright and dozens of bloods to take the opportunity to sneak up on the prince, and after returning from the feather, he defected from the city of eternal night and established his rule in Mordor, in the north of the Gera continent.

The city of Eternal Night suffered heavy losses in this battle, and the prince entered a period of desperate need for strength, and it was only after the night of sixty years ago that a village was bloodied before it re-entered a period of dormancy.

Prior to this, Tulst had banished all of the Bloodlines of the Eternal Night, leaving only the Steward of Kyle to take care of the castle for him.

After that, Mordo's rebels repeatedly entered the city of eternal night and attacked them, but they were all stopped by Steward Kyle, and the prince did not really fall into a deep sleep, but set a lot of traps, waiting for the rebels to fall into the net and kill one ambitious Bloodclan after another.

Turst has always been a cold-blooded superior, and he never spares a betrayer.

The provocation of the rebel Katis will only make him fight.