The Windsor Castle, sleeping under the night, the spire-topped clock tower, the round tower with jagged walls, and the winding and long corridors, seem to give people a feeling of going back in time.
Today is not the day for the extravagant royal family to gather, race horses, and hunt, so this ancient castle looks extremely lonely under the stars, and only in the room at the westernmost end of the castle is still on, Yar
Kui leaned back on a sofa and poured blood-stirred high-purity brandy into his throat.
A servant with a wig knocked in respectfully and walked in, bowed to a standard royal noble manner, and reported with a down-eyed look, "Your Excellency, your two friends outside have arrived."
Yarqui hid the bottle behind the handrail of the sofa, waved weakly, and shouted weakly, "Please come up, hurry up, invite them up immediately."
The attendant stepped down respectfully. After about five minutes, two figures wrapped in black robes walked into the gorgeous study. Sorento took off his hood and his old face covered with cracks like a tree bark.
With a dissatisfied expression, the servant's footsteps just disappeared from outside the door, and he couldn't wait to stare at his eyes and rebuke, "Unbelievable, it's incredible, Yarqui, I can't believe you're so stupid
, I was actually sneak attacked by a group of mortals. It seems that I made a wrong decision. If I had known this, I would never have given you such an important task to complete, and I would never have."
Yarqui was lying on the sofa. He really didn't have the strength to stand up now. Flying here from London, he had exhausted all the strength he had finally accumulated, and he didn't care about giving the necessary etiquette, and used the last trace.
He complained, "Elder Soronto, please listen to my explanation. I swear, someone pointed the finger at us, those hateful human gunmen, they came with sufficient preparations, they set up an ambush early in the morning
, waiting for me and my subordinates to take the hook..."
"Enough." Sorento interrupted him coldly, "Are they ready? Those guys - those humans, did they come with silver bullets in their guns? They came with crosses
Did they know that you are a vampire who has lived for 500 years? So gathered a large group of people to try to dig out your heart? Mr. Yarqui, you will only find excuses for your incompetence. This time the excuse is a bit
Too bad.”
Yarqui opened his mouth wide and was about to defend himself. The little man shook his head and said slowly, "Mr. Sorento, I have secretly found out about this matter by my subordinates, attacking you."
It is a group of gang members from all over London. I may be a little sorry for saying that, the reason they attacked you may be because in recent times, my subordinates have killed gangsters in the city and robbed their money.
In order to revenge me, people came to you, but as a blood clan who has lived for 500 years, it should be easy to deal with a few humans, haha." The little man did not apologize at all, but instead showed a strong expression.
Thick ridicule.
Yarqui stared at the small man, but he no longer had the strength to scold the other party, and the other party was also carrying out Sorento's orders, so he had no way to blame him.
Forget it, compared to these, the most important thing now is my body. Yarqui, who was almost crushed to pieces in a series of car accidents, recovered some of his vitality in the cellar of the Sinti Lace Manor, but his body was not fully restored.
He rushed out of the manor. After a long flight, the accumulated strength was exhausted, and the disabled ** began to deteriorate again. If he could not get help, he would
Paralyzed in this castle, the fate was that the next day, the sun was roasted into ashes by the sun.
Yarqui moved his body hard, and stopped complaining, but said in a confessional tone, "Mr. Soronto, I admit my failure, and beg for your forgiveness and forgiveness, and I beg you to give me another chance,
I swear to the great god Satan that I will make up for the merits and demerits of our blood clan.”
"Do you still have the face to mention the honor of the blood clan?" Sorento rolled his eyes and hummed a few times, "Okay, but you must understand that this is the last time, the last time, I injected my precious vitality into
If you are beaten like this next time, I swear to throw you into the sun with my own hands."
After saying that, Sorento walked into Yarqui, tremblingly stretched out a gray hand with only flesh and bones tightly wrapped around his bones, and his long nails gently pinched his fingers like dead branches.
, a little bright red blood came out, drop by drop in Yarqui's mouth.
Alquima immediately opened his mouth like a thirsty plant, revealing two pointed teeth, greedily swallowing drop after drop of blood. The elder's blood possessed unusual magic, and he was incomplete.
The wound quickly began to heal, and the dense dark spots on the pale skin disappeared quickly.
"Okay, okay, damn it." Sorendo cursed and shrank his hand back and kicked Yarqui, "Greedy stuff, the essence of an old man is almost absorbed by you, how much does it take
The blood of a fresh virgin can be compensated. Tomorrow night, you have to send me a few more virgins, otherwise you will wait for me to cut off your nose and feed it to the dog."
Yarqui's whole body regained his spirit, and instantly changed from a dead dog to a nobleman with a dignified weapon. He wiped his mouth, stood up and bowed deeply to Sorento. No matter what, the other party saved him.
He must be grateful to the other party if he dies.
"Dear Lord Soronto, I promise that I will select twenty most beautiful girls in London tomorrow night to offer you."
The old vampire nodded with satisfaction as if he had received some compensation, moved to a sofa and sat down, and said slowly in a dry voice, "Okay, Yarqui, now tell us, our cute one."
What about sir? Where did that sir go after you were attacked? Don't tell me, he was killed by those hateful humans too."
Yarkui shook his head. He had completely lost consciousness at that time. He had no idea that it was Jiang Tianye who saved him. However, what he was most concerned about at the moment was another more important thing, which really concerns his fate.
Unable to answer Sorento's question, Yarqui hurriedly asked, "Where is the cross?"