England, a small town in the middle of nowhere, where people are mainly engaged in hard farming, and on the edge of the town are fertile fields.

With the passage of time, the gradual development of the environment, the growth of the population, the fertile land has gradually become barren, and the food has become a little insufficient, some people think about developing the field a little more, but when they think of the legend that has been circulating in the town for hundreds of years, they all give up this idea.

It's a no-go town with an old castle that's no one knows how old it is, some speculate it's from Queen Elizabeth's time, because it was also the heyday, most mysterious and weird of Britain.

The castle is said to be inhabited by vampires, and everyone who enters it is drained of blood and thrown into a river behind the castle.

"Tsk, old Dirk, how many years have you not been here. ”

At this time, in the ancient castle, a voice suddenly sounded in the gray hall, and then a figure suddenly appeared in front of the round table in the center of the hall, sat down slowly, picked up a goblet on the table, and shook the bright red liquid inside.

"No one comes, so where does the blood in your cup come from? An old voice sounded across the shadow.

"Oh, and the townsfolk who dare to go up more than the sky to explore the treasure?" the man chuckled.

"Hehe, the townsfolk haven't set foot here in decades, and the blood in your cup is a historian's, or a pretty stout young man, and that pretty blond hair should be an American. ”

"Historian, that should increase your IQ if you drink it. ”

"Well, I heard that Americans like to play with their lives, and maybe you'll eat with the silver fork in my cupboard later. ”

"Silver, you still have silver, I think you're the one who likes to play with your life. “

"Each other, each other. ”

The two voices fell silent suddenly, and the gray hall fell into dead silence again.

Many people appeared in front of the round table one after another, and finally only one empty seat remained.

"Is Pardis late again. "This time it's a female voice.

"Who said I was late, Fia, are you too old to see clearly. A somewhat hoarse male voice rang out.

", the old lady is only 800 years old. ”

"Who's late?" asked one of them.

There was silence for a while, and old Dick said, "It's the Simor clan, the group of people who have turned from human magicians, the youngest patriarch who is only a half-earl. ”

"I think it's called Kulin, I saw him fifty years ago, and he was just a bear child. Fia snorted coldly.

"I didn't participate in the meeting of elders of the thirteen clans once every five hundred years, it's time for them to elect the core family. ”

"Ladies and gentlemen, have you all forgotten that this ceremony of Cain's summoning was given to the Sinmors. ”

"Oh yes, I remembered, but it failed, didn't it. ”

"Yes, it failed, but as we expected, that Culin made a big fuss and imprisoned the queen of one of their Sinmore clans. ”

"That Kruru, who's about the same age as us, and though she's quite young, I think he's more reliable than Curin. ”

"It was the Kruru family who failed to summon Cain. ”

"Hmph, Kulin's coward, if you are not sure, let your subordinate family do things. ”

"Don't say that, at least he's going to crusade against the human who disrupted the summoning ritual himself. ”

As soon as the words fell, the door was pushed open, the blazing sun shone in, and the faces of the people in front of the round table were suddenly revealed.

Pale skin without a trace of blood, dressed in aristocratic clothes, but there were two people wearing suits, a cold-looking female blood clan put her hand in front of her eyes and said angrily: "Won't you knock on the door?" ”

The blood servant at the door hurriedly bowed and apologized: "I'm sorry, Lord Fia, I'm from the Simor clan, and the Kulin patriarch is dead." ”

What, dead?

Everyone was in shock, and just as he was mentioned, the next second the news of his death came.

Said Cao Cao, Cao Cao will die.

The blood servant felt the air around him gradually become cold, and he couldn't help but shiver, and raised his head tremblingly, finding that the expressions of the elders in front of the round table were a little strange.

"Hahahahaha, finally dead. Fia hid her face and smiled.

"It's better to die, and disgrace our bloodline. Old Dick nodded.

The Blood Servant was suddenly on the verge of an ice cellar, which meant that their clan was finished, to be precise, their Ankulo family was finished.

The elders didn't lend a hand, which meant that their Ankulo family really had to be re-elected this time.

"Well, you go back quickly and tell the current acting patriarch of your family, and let Kruru go, her Sangunem family is now the core family of the Simor clan. Fia decided the position of the patriarch by herself, but this is also the idea of everyone here, anyone is better than Kulin, and better than the Ankuro family.

The Blood Servant hesitated, gritted his teeth, and decided to fight one last time.

"Elders, please listen to the next word, in order to sanction the guy who disturbed the summoning ceremony, the Kulin patriarch casually let the younger generation of the clan test, and took four people to Huaxia, after seeing that person, he found that his strength and intelligence were seriously inconsistent, and when he was about to retreat, that person also had a helper but launched a sneak attack very insidiously, there was a very strange weapon that killed the Kulin patriarch and three young blood clans on the spot, and captured one.

The Bloodsmen told the story passively, and the meaning was very clear, Kulin went to find the man for the honor of the Bloodline, but he was attacked, and the most important thing was to capture one, so that the secrets of the Bloodline would be exposed.

The elders at the round table looked at him, and their eyes, which were still a little pitying, suddenly became very disgusted.

"The dignified blood clan can't even hide its breath well. ”

"I went to settle accounts with someone before I fully grasped the information, and my brain was caught by Old Dick's door panel?"

"Fuck off, Lao Tzu's door hasn't been opened in five hundred years. ”

There was a commotion at the round table, but everyone could be heard joking, and the Blood Servant finally gave up hope completely, his eyes dimmed, and he bowed slightly before turning away.

The door was shut, and the hall was plunged into darkness again.

Simor's Profile:

Tremere is one of the shortest known clans, having been founded in the early days of the Dark Ages. The original members of the Tremere were a group of human magicians who longed for eternal life, and with the help of some unknown power, they were able to obtain the ability to suck blood through alchemy, magic, and the blood of an elder Tzimisce. However, they soon discovered that their original spells were no longer as powerful. But through study and devotion, they mastered a new form of magic - Thaumaturgy. This magic is done with the help of the power of blood. Because of their method of becoming vampires, they become enemies of other vampire clans. However, thanks to the Tremere's contributions to fending off the "Inquisition" instigated by humans, and their strict adherence to theMasquerade, Tremere has finally found a place in the Esoteric Order. In the Secret Order, Tremere uses their magic to prove themselves to be formidable allies – and of course, dangerous enemies. In fact, Tremere used their magic for the Secret Party as much as he did for himself. (To be continued.) )