the culprit

Cyril outside the door kept pounding on the door, yelling Felix's name, but the blood-stained vampire turned a deaf ear to it, and pushed his master's thin and frail body against the wall.He raised his hand and pulled out the dagger that was still stuck in the side of his neck, and his green eyes stared at the ferocious Heken for a moment, with fanaticism and greed in his eyes.

"Why didn't you keep that silver dagger back then?" He murmured, leaned over and bit Heken's neck forcefully.

The severe pain that he had never experienced before caused the man to utter trepidation full of fear. He struggled to move his limbs, beat and kicked, in an attempt to break free from the vampire's shackles, but the hand that was holding his throat was getting tighter and tighter.

Over the years, although his dislike for Felix was palpable, the only feedback from the other party was indifference that seemed to turn a blind eye.Felix didn't care about him at all, so he didn't care about his feelings, his emotions, or whether he liked or hated him.

——For Felix, his life is just like a fly that dies overnight. He is small, humble, and his life is fleeting. Even the greatest hatred can't hurt a vampire at all.

Like his elder brother, like his father, like his uncle who finally went insane, no one cared about him, and he was not Hucken, just a skeleton wrapped in skin and flesh, just a pile of internal organs and A steady stream of blood.

Skeleton, flesh, internal organs and blood are dead things in the first place.

The living don't go out of their way to kill the dead.

But at this moment, Heken clearly saw the ferocious killing intent in Felix's eyes.

"Kill me...you...you will die too..." He grabbed Felix's hand with both hands and tried his best to pull away the fingers that made him unable to breathe. When the fingertips touched the smooth phalanx, he was so frightened Ji Ling, finally saw clearly the deep burns on the opponent's face.

"Living creatures can be killed." Felix's lips pressed tightly against the man's slack neck, sucking blood greedily.

He was grateful to the ancestors of the Muller family for making a contract with him. At that time, he was on the verge of committing suicide and felt that life was meaningless.The knight pulled him into the dark cave, and with the smell of blood all over his body, he said that he wanted to make a deal with him.The knight's eyes were full of ambition, and he felt that a certain flame in his heart was suddenly awakened. Thinking of how he survived, he finally agreed to the knight's request.

He sympathizes with every victim, but he does not want to have any deeper ties with humans. It is best to maintain a simple exchange principle, but he will still restrain his monster side when asking for blood, and try his best to treat them tenderly. treat.

Tonight he was out of control.

he knows.

His wounds, his thirst for blood, and his rage.

Because Hucken hurt the boy he cared about most.

He let himself go.

Heken became weaker and weaker from the rapid blood loss, his limbs had already lost their movements and drooped feebly, and his breathing became weaker as well, only his body trembling never stopped.The premonition of death was approaching, but the pain and fear were suddenly pushed away. He trembled and murmured Felix's name, and suddenly found that he had never called this servant by the name of his cage like this.

When he was released, Heken was already dying.He wriggled his withered lips and spoke weakly begging words, not knowing that tears were streaming down his face.Knowing that his time was approaching, he tried his best to slander his father and elder brother, narrated his hatred for his nephew, and sobbed and cursed.He tried to push the vampire away, but the wounded monster wrapped his arms around his waist and covered his eyes with its mutilated hand.

"No, no... no... no..." He shook his head in horror, flinching in resistance, and a slight pain came from his neck again.

Like every time in the past.

The vampire had bitten him lightly and carefully, and the whores had bit him that way, laughing and saying they were going to leave some marks on him.He snapped like crazy, warning them not to do it again.The beautiful women looked at each other, only he knew that what he was disgusted with was the illusion given to him by the hypocritical monster.

"No...please, please..."

Hucken was shaking from crying, and Felix's sharp knuckles made his cheeks ache.He didn't know that the uncle who wanted to strangle him cried more pitifully than him at such a moment, and his uncle's uncle, and many more people whose names could not be found in the Muller family tree... Everyone is like this, cowardly accepting their fate because of mediocrity and incompetence, and at the same time hating their father and brothers and sisters; everyone is so tearful and delusional about vampires when facing the moment when they are about to be replaced Can open one side.

No one can escape.

At this time, Felix let go of Heken.He wiped the blood from his lips, looked down at the timid and selfish man in front of him, and said, "Then you promise me one thing."

Realizing that there was still a turning point for the matter, Hucken immediately felt dizzy, and before listening to Felix's conditions, he hastily promised that he would definitely comply with it.

Felix stated his conditions unhurriedly, and Heken was shocked. He was about to ask the reason, but the vampire raised his hand to stop him.

"I only have these two options for you, either you will lie down in the coffin that has been prepared in the basement tonight, or I will wait for you to die."

"Then, then you..."

"It's fine as before. We don't interfere with each other."

Hearken frowned and pondered for a while, and finally agreed to Felix's conditions.

The banging on the door didn't stop.

Heken looked at Felix in confusion, then turned his head to look at the door that was ringing non-stop, wondering what happened between Felix and Cyril that made the vampire in front of him make such an incredible request.

Is it...

"If you can restrain yourself for a few years and don't be so vagabond, you can probably live a few more years." Felix suddenly reminded with a hint, and then opened the door under Heken's astonished gaze.

Cyril outside the door stared at a pair of red eyes and panted heavily, his pale cheeks from poisoning were stained with an unnatural red.Unexpectedly, someone opened the door suddenly, and he was so excited that he almost ran into Felix.Seeing him coming out, the young man pressed his chest and took a few hard breaths, hurriedly pulled him behind him, looked into the room with vigilant eyes, and saw his uncle leaning against the wall powerlessly, a blood stain from his collar All the way down to the front of the shirt.The dagger used to assassinate Felix fell on the ground not far from Heken at this moment. The young man walked into the room to pick it up, and looked up coldly at the tearful uncle.

"What did he do to you again?" Cyril walked out of the room holding the dagger, looked Felix up and down, and asked worriedly.

Hearing the words, the vampire stretched out the tip of his tongue to lick the blood remaining on his lips, and smiled rarely.

"Did you care about the wrong person?" He said as he walked towards his room, and the young man behind him hurriedly caught up.

The two returned to Felix's room together, and Felix asked Cyril to rest early, took off the bloody clothes on his body, and dug out a clean one to put on.

No one thought there was anything wrong with it.

In the next few days, the three people in the manor lived in peace, and a terrifying commotion gradually subsided in the dead silence.

The frightened Heken fell ill again, and Doctor Douglas stayed in the manor for a few days for him, complaining every day that the cook's skills were not as good as his wife's.Although the servant cleaned his own room, Cyril stayed in Felix's room all the time. He asked Doris to cook the medicine. After drinking it for a few days, his complexion finally improved.

Five days later, Felix's horrific wounds were finally healed.He didn't tell the truth to Cyril's face, but he acted shamelessly to stay in his room. He also tacitly condoned it, but his attitude towards him was as lukewarm as usual.

Cyril didn't tell Felix that he wanted to see him one last time when he came back.Now that he can't leave, there is no need to say these things clearly.Besides, even if he did, maybe Felix wouldn't care.

He was always like that, indifferent.

But now that he has changed his decision, he has to find an excuse to change his uncle's rhetoric.

Although the uncle never cared about him.

It seemed that no one who lived on the estate cared about anyone else.

It took half a month for Heken's illness to finally improve, and a letter was delivered to the manor the day after he was able to get out of bed and go for a walk.As the host, he opened the letter, and his expression changed before he finished reading it.He grabbed the letter paper and hurried upstairs, seeing that Cyril was not in his room, cursed in a low voice with a sullen face, and broke into Felix's room.

Felix was resting, and Cyril was sitting by the window reading the latest travel book.The young man was displeased by his uncle's rude behavior. He glanced at Felix who was still asleep, put down the book in his hand, and stood in front of his uncle cautiously, fearing that he would plot against Felix again.

Heken saw all the nephew's little moves, and all the details confirmed his previous conjecture.The young man in front of him seemed to have forgotten all about being poisoned, but it was just right, Heken thought without guilt, if he forgot, he forgot.

He silently handed the letter in his hand to his nephew.Cyril took the letter in doubt, opened it and glanced at it quickly, then suddenly widened his eyes, and subconsciously turned back to look at Felix again.

"Is it true?" he asked uncertainly.

"I can hire a carriage to take you back to confront your father in person." Heken said sarcastically, grabbed the letter from his nephew, walked around him and woke Felix up.

"Extremely good news." Heken said with a sneer, and handed the letter to Felix who woke up.

The vampire took it, glanced at it twice, raised his eyebrows, and immediately got out of bed, put on his cloak, and was about to go out.

Cyril followed and grabbed his sleeve.

"Are you going to see your father? I'll go with you."

"This is a matter between Patriarch Muller and me. He won't see you." Felix said as he pushed the young man away, and left the manor without looking back.

Cyril still wanted to chase after him, but was held back by Heken behind him.He waved away the man's hand reflexively, looking back at him with gloomy eyes.

"We're free, boy."