Dust of History: Blood-sucking tenderness (Part 1)

The female knight no longer has the shining armor with magical lights, but the silver full-body armor looks equally mighty and conspicuous. He still had such a handsome and beautiful face that exuded heroism, waterfall-like blond hair, and a taller figure than ordinary men. In this messy and noisy tavern, he was like a statue that was very out of place. No matter where she is, anyone she knows can recognize these temple knights at a glance.

Several soldiers on the ground who were moaning after being beaten slowly moved away. They knew that they were not opponents, and they could also see that this woman might not be something they could provoke. The people standing around and outside the tavern door also looked at her and pointed and discussed.

The female knight didn't care about the many bystanders at all, she just stared at the three people at the door with round almond eyes, her hand was already on the scabbard at her waist.

Just like what the female knight had just said, Asa really stopped and didn't move. Because he knew that if the three of them turned around and ran away, the female knight would draw her sword recklessly and catch up with them. Although he still wears a mask on his face, there is no room to cover up the subtleties between his body posture and actions. At this time, for a master who has fought each other and is impressive, it is almost the same as wearing a label. And although the black elf's nomadic attire in the western desert could deceive people who had never seen her before, the temple knights had not seen her face to face once or twice, and it was absolutely unavoidable to be recognized at a glance.

If they were chasing and fleeing in broad daylight, according to the style of the female knight, things would probably only get worse. Even if he could escape in the end, the new cardinal would be alarmed to some extent, and everything would be much more troublesome. So even though the black elf and Luya wanted to rush towards the door subconsciously, Asa dragged them back one by one.

"The Lord said, I will repay those who do me favors." Asa bowed to the female knight as a believer. "Master Knight, it is really unexpected to meet you here. I believe this must be the guidance of the Lord. The Lord guides us to resolve all the grievances and confusions before."

The expression on the female knight's face really began to fluctuate. His eyes also began to switch between confusion and sternness.

"The Lord said that violence is the worst solution, and all confusion and conflicts can be saved through faith and communication." Asa said again. "I think it would be better for us to sit down and talk in private, and you know the worst way can only lead to the worst result."

Although the meaning of this statement is very simple, it is to remind the female knight to remember the favor that he once saved her, and she won't get any favors if he does it now, so it is better for everyone to find a place to speak clearly. But it is indeed difficult to make this meaning less noticeable in public. Asa had to be a little grateful for the days when he was a priest in the Magic Academy for a while. Although he himself had no interest in studying the scriptures, he listened to the priests' reciting every day and remembered a little bit. He didn't expect to be in the queue at this time. use.

More importantly, I don't know if it's because I've been racking my brains about the matter between the two elves these days. Let the eloquence and adaptability that have nowhere to be exercised at ordinary times be solidly honed, so that they can be used at critical moments. At other times, even he himself didn't believe that he could say such a thing.

"Hmph, I also have a lot of questions to ask you. There are a lot of people here, let's find a place to talk." He wanted to speak, but he didn't dare to shout out after all. He just looked at the mess on the ground and his face was already sweating.

Asa sighed and threw a gold coin to the boss. After following the female knight, Luya and Jessica had to follow behind.

"This seems to be another self-righteous rigid woman with no brains. Hell, why do I have to be with these prudish women whose heads are only used to grow hair? I said I would kill her." The black elf looked Looking at the background of the female knight in front, she said angrily.

On this night, Wangdu.

The darkness before dawn is the quietest time in the capital, and the lights and human voices are already silent. Only a handful of people still walk the streets. These people are generally either drunks who are dizzy soaked in wine, or playboys who are indulging in sensuality.

Lord Thomason was undoubtedly both, and from the evening till now he had devoted all his energy and time to the wine and the Viscountess. After the first glass of wine, the woman's face turned red and her eyes moved, which greatly stimulated the baron's fighting spirit, so he kept persuading him to drink, kept sending sweet words, and kept drinking and talking. But until he felt that even the blood flowing in his veins was squeezed out by the alcohol, and his tongue was almost a piece of wood due to overwork, the Viscountess was still in the half-drunk state of the first glass of wine, and she still refused to drink. Leave with Thomason to find another place to communicate. Finally, the bell of the carriage outside the tavern rang, and the Viscountess flew out of the carriage like a butterfly and got into the carriage of the Home Affairs Officer, leaving Thomason with a hasty wink and a "see you next time". There's that sizable bill.

See you next time, see your mother. Next time we see each other, I will find someone to QJ her... No, although Thomasson is half drunk, he can still tell that neither the Viscount nor the office concubine is something he can afford. The concept of hooking up with women and QJ women is terrible totally different. So he could only curse and stagger home alone in the dark street.

It will be home not far ahead, Thomason suddenly feels a little guilty when he thinks of the baroness who is at home alone. Although this wife who has just been married for less than three months is just a by-product of her father's promotion, and her appearance is not as good as that of the maids in the tavern, she is actually a good person. Hot water for him to wash and go to bed.

But at this moment, the baron suddenly heard a soft crying sound in the darkness ahead, he raised the lantern in his hand and looked, and found a woman there in the corner.

This woman's whole body is wrapped in a layer of black vision, with only one face exposed. But it was this face that instantly sobered the half-drunk Thomason, and then immediately became irretrievably drunk again. It was a face that should only appear in a man's dream. It was extremely beautiful, delicate and gorgeous, and the key was that that snow-white face seemed to reveal a refined taste that could not eat human fireworks.

Thomasson is no longer the kind of boy who loves fantasy. In fact, as soon as he sees a woman's dress, he will immediately associate her naked shape, and when he sees a woman's appearance, he can immediately imitate her in his imagination The expression when moaning and screaming. He knew that no matter how noble, pure and attractive a woman was, it would be the same if she was naked. But just like this, he, who already had a thorough understanding of women, was completely stunned and drunk when he saw this face, which made him more confused than the wine that cost half a gold coin just now.

The woman was also looking at him, and she seemed to have been looking at him in the dark. There were some tears in her soul-stirring eyes, and the look on her face was sad and sad, as if she had just been sad. Thomason felt that his heart and soul were completely attracted by this face.

"Miss, what's the matter? Is there anything to be sad about?" Thomason walked towards the woman in a daze but cautiously, fearing that his movements would scare away the dreamy and elf-like woman.

"No, I'm sorry." The woman cried to him, with tears falling from the corners of her eyes.

"I'm sorry, it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter." Thomason walked in front of the woman, and he felt his eyes twitch with the two tears on the woman's face.

The woman didn't speak, but put both hands on Thomason's shoulders, and her face slowly moved closer.

"Miss~IndoMTL.com~Let's go to another place and have a good chat." Thomason felt the body in front of him leaning against his arms, except that it seemed a little cold, but the soft and graceful touch had already made his soul fly out.

But then the hands on his shoulders slid to his head. As soon as he pressed it, he immediately lowered his head involuntarily. These slender arms were actually more powerful than the muscular arms of the tavern owner just now. Then he felt two sharp sensations in his neck that tore through the skin and pierced the arteries.

What does this fresh play mean? The baron was thinking in a daze, and gradually he couldn't think of anything.

The body of Baron Thomason was found lying on the corner of the street in the early morning of the next day. His face was full of satisfaction and enjoyment. There were two sharp holes in his neck, and the blood in his body had already No trickle left.

There is nothing else that can create such a corpse, only vampires. The capital suddenly exploded.

The vampire incident that caused a sensation in the entire Eastern Continent more than a year ago left an indelible impression on the evil and terrifying undead monsters. The people who witnessed the brutal killing of vampires that day were all princes and ministers. After the news spread, one can imagine the vigilance and tension in the entire capital.