Osia looked at him with a smile: "Are you sure it's not another version of love and killing each other?"

"..." Ansbilis said to Mession, who was standing beside him and watching the show, "Search the photos of Old Benson online and let him refresh the aesthetic limit."

Osia said: "No, I've seen it."

Ansbilis recalled that he had planned to bring the black cat to Westminster Palace, but was scolded by Old Benson in public: "Well, you remember it very clearly."

Osia said: "I thought you would bite his neck at the time."

Ansbilis said: "It's definitely an illusion. Even if I twist his neck, I will wear gloves, let alone touch his skin with my kissed lips. If you think about it, you will get goose bumps. Are you deliberately disgusting me?"

Osia laughed.

"So it was intentional?" Ansbilis rushed over.

Mession saw the two of them quarreled as if no one was around, and left the room tactfully. Walking downstairs, Quentin was sitting at the dining table eating sandwiches. The chair with armrests was too narrow for him, and he was sitting on a piano stool under his butt.

Noticing that the other party was looking at his stool, Quentin's cheeks were slightly red, he stood up and said, "I will put it back after I finish eating."

"Just as you please," said Mession. "It is my negligence to not notice your special needs."

Quentin said: "You are so kind, I am just an unwelcome uninvited guest."

Mession said: "So, how long are you going to stay here?"

His sudden bluntness made Quentin stunned for a moment before saying, "Wait for a new order."

"Then you may need to be mentally prepared. My host will hold several banquets in the near future, hoping that it won't disturb your sleep."

Ansbilis is going to have a banquet?

Could it be a blood sucking conference?

Quentin's heart tightened, but he had no objection, so he had to say: "Don't worry, my sleep quality has always been very good."

Mession smiled and bowed, turned around to prepare dinner, leaving Quentin struggling while biting the sandwich.

“Hold a banquet?”

It was the first time that people who claimed to be holding a banquet heard this news.

Osia said: "I decided."

Ansbilis hooked his chin and kissed him, "I can't think of a second person, either."

Thinking of the lively scene of the banquet, Osia was excited: "We can hold a costume dance! But we are not allowed to play vampires or humans!"

Seeing his eyes shining but not for himself, Ansbilis was a little chewy: "Yes, yes, what a harsh condition."

Osia said: "Who are we playing? How about the Angel and the Fallen Angel?" He snapped his fingers, "Metatron and Mamen! Apart from you and Mamen, I can't think of anyone else who can control a black shirt and pink suit."

Ansbilis has a dark face. What is the strange taste of Mamen!

Osia said: "I'll go and make it right now!"

"Wait!" Ansbilis gritted his teeth and hugged him in the waist, "I think I should discuss it again."

Osia said: "No need to discuss it! Metatron and I are both blonde and blue-eyed, you are not suitable."

Ansbilis said: "I think Barr and Wang Xiaoming are better."

"Wang Xiaoming is a blood clan."

“…He doesn’t look like it.”

"Yes, he looks like a human, and it's not OK."

"..." Ansbilis took the initiative. Although he didn't like the two names he wanted to say next, he didn't like the pink suit even more. "How about the Pope and Timothy?"

Osia said: "Can you imagine them holding each other and kissing?"

Ansbilis: "…"

Osia said: "You are still going to stop kissing me."

Ansbilis was shaken.

Osia continued to say, "It's fine for Timothy, can you think about the Pope when he was young or like me?"

Ansbilis gave up the idea.

Osia said: "The most important thing is that they belong to the human category."

Ansbilis: "..." I didn't realize it just now.

Osia said: "There is another option, Lilith and Evon."

Ansbilis: "…"

Osia fully understood his mood at this moment, patted him on the shoulder and said, "So, let's go to Metatron and Mamen."

Ansbilis was completely convinced.

To host a perfect masquerade ball, Osia decided to purchase all the supplies from the ball himself.

Ansbilis said dissatisfiedly: "Is the dance so important?"

Osia looked serious: "It's very important."

"More important than me."

"It's because of you that matters." Just leave the bed!

Ansbilis raised his eyebrows: "Why?"

Osia said seriously: "The dance party is held in your name, and you must not be embarrassed!"

Ansbilis smiles.

Osia secretly breathed a sigh of relief and laughed: "Hahaha..."

Ansbilis suddenly hugged him, put his mouth to his neck, gently licked his ears, and whispered: "Can't it be to avoid me?"

"Of course not!" Osia answered firmly, "Didn't I pull you out? It fully reflects my desire to be with you all the time!"

Ansbilis smiled sincerely immediately.

Osia kissed him.

Ansbilis hugged his waist: "What are you going to buy next?"

Buy Ka.

...

No matter what the process is, it's finally done.

Osia replied in a good mood: "Pink suit."

Ansbilis: "…"

The news that Ainsbilis McAve invited European 7th-level vampires to attend the masquerade held next door to the Central Vatican shocked the whole of Europe!

The first surprise—

The legendary madman Ainsbilis McAvey, the madman who was sealed, actually came back and appeared swaggeringly!

Second surprise—

He actually summoned a high-level blood clan. Do he want to form a blood clan legion?!

The third shock-

The meeting place was actually next door to the Central Holy See. This is a naked declaration of war! Will the holy war begin again?

Fourth... Holding a costume party or something, haha, they won’t believe that things will be so simple.

The news of the Holy See also of course, and in fact, they knew it from Quentin before it spread widely. Compared to the Pope's restlessness, Timothy maintained his usual calmness: "Just a masquerade."

The Pope said: "It's hard to believe you can still be so calm. He summoned the Blood Clan Legion, right at the door of the Holy Church! Maybe they played the Blood Clan Legion during the Holy War period, and Ansbilis was Leslie. With the order, the Blood Clan Legion will attack the gate of the Holy Church!... The poor gate was sprayed with paint two days before."

Timothy said: "There is no way."

"There is no way? The continent of Europe is so big, I don't believe they can only afford a house in Rome! Houses in Brescia are cheaper, why don't he go?"

"Because we don't allow him to leave Rome."

The pope's face turned red, as if he had been stalked by someone. After a long time, he said: "Well, it seems that this matter made him hold a grudge. He must be planning something! He is holding a blood clan conference in front of the home of the Central Vatican. Who is he disgusting?!"

Timothy said: "As long as you don't mind, he will be unhappy."

"Haha, I don't mind, I don't mind... How could I not mind!" The Pope was furious.

Timothy was used to his moodiness and waited silently for him to vent, before saying, "I have contacted Lawrence Vanzhuo. He will meet us in the masquerade."

The Pope said: "A five-generation blood clan? The three-generation Leslie signed a peace agreement with the Holy See! Now they are only willing to send a five-generation blood clan out... Who are they looking down on?" Another thunderous wrath.

It was two hours after the Pope calmed down. Timothy seized the time to take a nap with his eyes open. After the angry Pope was exhausted, the energetic Timothy persuaded him to leave, and then called the people around the Pope: "For the sake of the Pope's body, we should leave joy to His Majesty and trouble to ourselves."

December 2nd, originally an ordinary day, attracted attention from all sides because it was the hosting day of the Ainsbilis Masquerade and became unique.

The Italian government, the Central Vatican, the Hunter Guild, etc. have sent many people to patrol and ambush nearby, so as to ensure that no storm will be caused.

In the evening, a drizzle drizzle drizzled over Rome.
To be continued...