Withered

Botnar wiped away tears, and he seemed to recover, saying: "Klein is a powerful vampire, and I was once obsessed with him."

Nosley listened to his words quietly, the black tea on the table was cold, but Botnar didn't mind at all, picked it up and drank a big cup, poured another cup, and said: "After so many years, I thought It was a long time before I realized why he stood up and stood up for me."

"I'm an illegitimate child. Even if my father cares about me, he can't make it too obvious. So he uses his actions to win his father's favor, so that he can take revenge and realize his ambition."

Botnar suddenly whispered: "Nosley, if I could see through his hot and cold attitude earlier and make my father beware of him, then my father might not die."

When Nosley thought of Bessie, he felt a twinge of pain in his heart, so he could only shake his head and say, "There is no if."

Botnar said: "I seem to have told you just now that I don't want to think about the days in the orphanage for a long time. In fact, I think about it more and more later. The donation to the orphanage He is a good person, but he doesn’t know that almost all the money he donates is embezzled by the dean. We often don’t have enough to eat and sleep well. It was indeed a painful and gloomy time.”

"But I can enjoy the sun freely every day. The weather in Italy is much better than that in the UK. I like to lie on the roof and bask in the sun. Sometimes one or two stray cats will walk past me lightly. However, no matter how hungry you are, don’t try to make plans with them. They have a very bad temper. I was scratched by a wild cat once when I was trying to catch a wild cat. Look—” Botnar took off the black Gloves, but there was nothing on the white wrist, he was taken aback suddenly, and said with a wry smile: "I forgot that the scar has completely healed, and I can't see any traces."

Nosley poured him a new cup of black tea.

Botnar said: "I love the sun, but since becoming a vampire, I can no longer enjoy the sun happily, especially the midday sun. This situation is particularly obvious because I am half-human, but in fact I just I am a low-level vampire. My surname gave me a high-level name. Every vampire has its own ability. My ability is quite ordinary. It protects me from the sun, but even so, I am still afraid of the sun. .”

"I had to wear heavy clothing, gloves and keep my hat down to reduce my fear of the sun."

After Botnar finished speaking, he gently put the hand that took off the glove into the mottled sunlight under the tree, sighed, and said: "But I shouldn't be afraid of it, I will eventually return to the sun, I am a human being , I want to return to human life."

Nosley thought for a while and said, "You can live among humans, believe me, you will be very popular."

"But I'm a damn vampire." Botnar took off the other glove, his fingers were slender and pale, he opened his hand, and said, "I can't stay among humans forever, because I'm not human." , I might even hurt them, since the pleasure I get is temporary, I'd rather not."

Then he stood up, took off his hat, and took off his heavy coat, as if taking off a burden he had been carrying all along, he sighed, stretched his waist, drank all the black tea Nosley poured him, and said, "Thank you You, I feel much more relaxed."

"I have been living in the shadows since I was a child, and now I want to return to the sun."

Nosley was taken aback and asked, "What do you want to do?"

Botnar walked to the edge of the shade and carefully put his hand out into the sun, safe and sound.

"I don't want to be the last member of the Olim family to live on mediocrity."

"Come back, Botnar." Nosri had a premonition of his behavior, his eyes were slightly red, but he couldn't stop him.

Botnar turned around and said to Nosley, "Relax, if I were still a human being, I would already be gray-haired."

"My lifespan is long enough, and I have no intention of staying in this world."

Botnar stepped out into the sunlight.

Nosley stood up and looked at him.

He withdrew the ability to protect himself from being burned by the sun. The scorching sun was shining on his body. He raised his head, faced the sun, and looked directly at it. In the burning glare, he seemed to see his father's reproachful eyes. He smiled.

Like a crystal, his body glowed beautifully, and while he was smiling, he slowly shattered into a pool of crystal clear powder, shining beautifully in the sun.

Klein, who was far away in Italy, suddenly covered his chest, his face contorted, and he whispered: "No."

Nosley sat back at once, staring blankly at the powder. After a long time, he returned to the mansion, took out a beautiful bottle, picked up the powder, and put it into the bottle bit by bit.

Between Knowsley and Morton was a table with the vase on it.

Knowsley said, "The Botnar incident finally made it clear to me, Morton, that I must leave you."

Morton stared at Nosley in silence.

"I don't want to stay, the pain is tormenting me, the sadness is drowning me, and I will slowly feel hopeless." Nosri said.

Morton said in a hoarse voice, "You can't."

"I'm going to North America," Knowsley said.

Morton's pupils turned blood red little by little, and he said, "You can't leave my shelter."

"If leaving your shelter is death, I have nothing to fear." Nosri stood up and said with certainty.He went back to the room, found the small box he had brought here, opened the closet, and only picked out one or two pieces of clothing. He didn't plan to take the rest. It seemed that everything here belonged to him, but in fact it really belonged to him. So little, he didn't need those things at all.

He closed the case and turned, and Morton stood squinting in the doorway.

Northley felt scared. He had never been afraid of Morton, because he believed that Morton would not hurt him, but he knew that he had angered Morton now. He bit his lip and said, "Get out of the way."

Morton walked in, closed the door, and locked it.

There was a drizzle in the sky, and the weather was erratic for a while, which was fatal to the roses in the manor.

"Morton, you have no right to stop me." Knowsley said, carrying the box, "If you let me leave now, I can come back to see you later."

"You can't." Morton repeated, hugging Nosley and kissing him eagerly.

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1w words per day for three days in a row, I'm going to die