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"Maybe the origin of vampires is recorded in ancient books?" the man asked.

"It says that the God of the Dark Abyss is your father."

"Oh—yes, he created us, but he can't be called a father. The gods are still gods. It is impossible for them to give to their children as selflessly as human parents. Gods created a race not just because of love. So We all call it, Father God."

"Go on. You haven't had your Bloody Dusk yet, so don't waste your money."

"No, dear, you know I hate it. According to legend, the God of Darkness saw the huge number of humans under the Goddess of Light and respected her, so he was dissatisfied and decided to create a race by himself, so there is The blood race, and tell these new races that the source of your life is darkness, and darkness can give you the most powerful power."

"But the book I read says that vampires evolved from humans. They are the sinners who betrayed the goddess of light. They are cursed by the god of light and can only live in a dark place forever." The priest raised his eyebrows.

"Then what you're watching must be a pirated version. Well, dear, don't interrupt, you know not many people will have the honor of hearing a story told by a Duke of Blood."

"...Well, you go on."

"There were thirteen vampires in the first generation. They were endowed with different abilities by the God of Darkness. As the initial leader of the entire blood race, not long after, drastic changes occurred in Olin Continent, and the gods fell one after another. The huge human race has to contend, and they have to live in seclusion, just like the Holy See said, living in a dark place forever."

"You are the first generation of blood, so you are at least a thousand years old?"

"Of course, baby, now you know how honored you are, but not everyone has the opportunity to sleep with a blood duke!" The man winked at him.

The priest was silent for a moment: "Why is the original form of a thousand-year-old vampire such a small cat?"

The man blinked: "Because no one would have thought that the soul of such a small cat would be a thousand years old. Haven't you been deceived too?"

Priest: "..."

As if realizing that the expression of the priest had completely darkened, the man stroked the rim of the cup with his slender fingers: "Okay, let's get down to business. From the second generation of blood races onwards, they have lost any relationship with the gods. The source of their birth Based on the first generation of blood clans, the third generation of blood clans will continue to be created by the second generation of blood clans, so that the number of blood clans will increase from generation to generation."

"Since you are a blood clan of the first generation, why are you being hunted down to such an abyss? Maybe I can think you are the weakest among the thirteen blood clans of the first generation? Or is there no tradition of respecting the old and the virtuous in the blood clan?"

"It's not difficult to understand, my dear, just like the intrigue within your Holy See. Even if the Pope is still here, Vaserich and Gustav have already started fighting. When the old man dies, if he If there is no designated heir, just think about it, what kind of chaos will happen to the Holy See." The man spread his hands, "Of course the blood race is no exception."

"In other words, since the God of the Dark Abyss fell, the blood race has always been divided?"

"No, there was still a period of peaceful unification. Among the thirteen people at that time, Phoenix was the most favored by the Father God and had the most descendants. He became the first generation of blood princes. This period lasted for 500 years."

"Ok?"

"And then he died."

"...Don't the blood race claim to have eternal life?"

"Honey, even the gods will fall, what is eternal? But Phoenix died under the conspiracy of the Holy See."

The silver-haired priest blinked: "Your words make me doubt the ability of the first-generation blood race."

"Ah, there is no need to doubt that the Holy See at that time was indeed full of talented people. The twelve cardinals and the Pope all participated in the siege. It is difficult for even the gods to be unscathed under such an attack, not to mention that the Pope also used a big prophecy. technique."

"The legendary ultimate spell? Counting the time, it should be the last time the Holy See used the great prophecy in the history of the records."

"Yes, I wasn't there at the time, so I haven't seen that spell, unfortunately." The man seemed to really hate the cup of Bloody Dusk, and he took a sip of the endless sea in front of the priest.

The corner of the priest's mouth twitched, and he turned to call the bartender, "Man, please bring me another glass of Endless Sea."

The man looked at him resentfully: "Baby, you broke my heart, we even slept in bed, you don't even want to share your saliva with me!"

The priest had no expression on his face: "Let me tell you, that's called adultery. Are you going to remind me over and over again that there is still a big debt to settle between you and me?"

"Okay, where did we just talk about? After Phoenix's death, the blood race entered a period of division. Behind each generation of the blood race there are descendants who support him. Although the second and third generations were not created by the God of Darkness himself, their fighting power is not equal to that of the God of Darkness. Not weak, and the blood clan has never produced a prince again." The man spread his clasped palms, "Honey, my story is over, can you reward me with a kiss?"

"I'm sorry, I don't have a hobby of kissing a cat." The priest rested his chin on one hand, and knocked on the table with the other hand, "The one who killed a high-ranking priest here last time, shouldn't be a blood race?"

"Of course not. A generation doesn't have the hobby of sucking priests dry. They are more willing to develop priests into their descendants and watch the original enemies become slaves crawling under their feet, especially a beautiful priest like you. Dear, you Better be careful, they're more inclined to just give you a first hug and make you their bedmate!"

"Speak as if that's not what you do." The priest sneered.

"They won't be a gentleman like me, and make a contract with you." The man smiled, showing his fangs slightly, "The reason why I was injured was that I was surrounded and assassinated by several generations, but in the end, I escaped. I went out and left them a lot of gifts. I believe that they, like me, will not show up easily in the short term. The goal of your mission this time should be the descendants of those people, maybe the second generation, maybe It’s three generations. According to the content of the contract, I will protect your safety, but I will not take action easily when it is not necessary, and I will not help you kill your own kind. Even if I don’t like them, this is a certain principle And the bottom line, you know."

If he did that, it would be more than a simple internal conflict. The blood clan and the Holy See colluded to attack the same kind, which is an intolerable crime. Even if he is a noble blood clan duke, he cannot bear the consequences.

The priest raised his eyebrows: "Even if they want to kill you?"

The man changed his words without changing his face: "Oh, that's different, you know, murdering the Duke of Blood is an unpardonable crime."

The priest is speechless, this guy is simply a typical representative of "the hooligans are not scary, but the hooligans are educated"!

"Honey, don't be afraid, I will protect you." The rogue vampire was still performing affectionate and boring scenes, he took the priest's hand, bowed his head and branded a kiss.

As a result, before touching the fingertips of the other party, I felt that I was holding the priest's hand like a needle prick. The feeling was really indescribable, and even this noble blood duke's face was distorted for a while.

Of course, Yannick couldn't experience what he had experienced, so he found that his hand had been loosened.

"It seems that the contract is really useful." The priest smiled.

"I'm already starting to regret it." The man sighed.

"If you are willing to do a small thing for me, I will allow you to kiss my fingertips." The priest raised his chin and ordered like a prince.

Troon Town seems to be a world independent of the jurisdiction of the Principality of Ceylon, and it is also a paradise for those who yearn for degeneration and spend money like water. It reflects all the deepest desires of human beings, which is why it is so popular.

Night Bar is just like its name, which provides all the services you can imagine. The bar owner even created a light mist in the bar with water mist technique, so that all guests can meet in this atmosphere and do anything. what you want to do.

Taylor is a regular here.

He was a very handsome young man with very attractive eyes under thick black brows, when those eyes look at you, you feel that you don't need anything anymore, even if the whole world is held in front of you , It's not as good as this person looking at you affectionately.

Taylor is also a recognized master of sex hunting in the bar. Take tonight as an example. He had just sat down for less than 10 minutes, and three people came to strike up a conversation. They were men and women. They ordered Taylor the most expensive bar in the bar. The wine was placed in front of him.

But Tyler just smiled and flirted with them for a while, then sent them away.

Because he already has a new goal.

It was a man sitting in the corner.

From Taylor's point of view, he can only see the side profile of the other party, but judging from Taylor's many years of experience in the field of love, it can be judged at a glance that this is a rare beauty.

The beauty has very conspicuous silver hair, which is tied behind the back with a ribbon, and she is wearing an exquisitely crafted gown, with unique patterns embroidered on the cuffs and neckline, which looks like the crest of a certain family. His long eyelashes trembled slightly under the shadow of the flickering candle, his fingers stroked the rim of the cup for a while, and put them in the pocket of his robe for a while, looking as if he had just set foot in this world of feasting and feasting, and he was still a little at a loss.

Still a baby.Taylor thought, then got up and walked over.

Beauty is always welcome.In addition to Taylor, there are several other people who obviously have their eyes on the young man. They went to strike up a conversation with the beauty one after another, and even used coercive methods. The beauty became more and more panicked, and her blue eyes flickered. Frightened, utterly frightened little animal.

When those people saw Taylor walking towards this side, they quickly retreated wisely, and one of them refused to give up—he was still holding the beauty's wrist, how could the delicious food that was almost in his mouth be willing to be taken away like this.

"Dude, he's mine." Taylor laughed, patting him on the shoulder.

"Hey, don't think I don't know, it's obviously his first time..."

At an angle that no one else could see, Taylor's eyes instantly became darker and thicker. The man's heart turned cold, he let go of his hand involuntarily, gritted his teeth, and left reluctantly.

"They didn't scare you, did they?" Taylor sat down beside the beauty with a charming smile.

"No..." The beauty looked very curious and a little excited, a typical child of an aristocratic family who doesn't know the world. "How do you tell them to quit, they seem afraid of you?"

"Oh, because I'm a frequent visitor to this bar, and I'm good at fighting." Taylor arched his arms and made a muscular gesture, making the beauty laugh.

The other party's smile had a sense of abstinence and holiness, which made Taylor feel even more itchy. He hadn't encountered such a suitable prey for a long time.

"My name is Taylor, what about you?"

"My name is Yannick, nice to meet you."

"God's gift? It suits you very well."

"Thank you." After being praised for his name, the young man was a little shy, "I traveled here with my cousin, but he followed someone else to the casino. I don't know the way here."

"It's okay, I can take you to play, wherever you want." With these words, Taylor covered the opponent's hand.

The young man trembled slightly, but did not break free.

What a stunner, aristocrats are not all of that kind of virtue, they pretend to be so serious on the surface, maybe they are lewd and coquettish on the inside.Taylor thought, and moved closer, the two of them were almost touching each other.

"Or let's go play tomorrow, and now go and have a good rest, Yannick." His breath sprayed on the young man's ear, especially when he chewed out the other party's name at the end, the young man couldn't help but want to run away, but was caught Holding the waist firmly, it softened instantly.

"Okay..." He responded in a loud voice.

"So good." Taylor couldn't help biting his earlobe and licking it lightly. The young man was completely turned into a ball of water, and Taylor was more than happy to hold him half in his arms.

Facing the fiery eyes of envy and hatred from others, the two walked out of the bar. The young man seemed to wake up a little bit, and whispered: "No, we can't do this..."

"You're too shy, baby." Taylor pinched the soft flesh around his waist, feeling satisfied with the other's shrinking and submission. "If you don't want to go to a hotel, I have a better place, secluded enough, and exciting..."

Half seduced and half forced to lead the beautiful young man into a dark alley, there is no imaginary smell of rubbish here, on the contrary, under the dim street lights, it is dry and airy, and you can still see several couples of men and women embracing each other .

Of course, it's not all men and women.

When they passed by two men who had almost taken off their clothes, and one of them was pressing the other to do passionate sports, the young man almost crawled into the crack of the ground in embarrassment.

Taylor's excellent night vision allowed him to clearly see the young man's flushed face.

"Are you nervous?" He suddenly pressed the young man against the wall, lowered his head and licked his neck.

"No, no, Taylor, this is really weird, I, I'm a little scared." The young man raised his head to bear his love, and said with a trembling voice.

The docile, timid eyes were a little moist, which aroused Taylor's sadistic desire hidden in his heart.

"Baby, believe me, you will like it soon." The hand slipped in from the unbuttoned skirt, caressing tenderly, the head resting on the young man's neck, at an angle that no one could see, showing the fierce fangs. tooth. "I can't wait... let me love you hard first, and then let you get your first hug in orgasm, oh, it's exciting to think about it!"

"What is first hug?" The young man opened his eyes wide.

"It's a small ceremony, come on, close your eyes, and enjoy it all!" Taylor smiled lowly, his handsome eyebrows and eyes may have become evil because of the fangs, he was excited to have sex with such a stunner , the uncontrollable excitement of capturing his first night - for an experienced sex hunter like him, this feeling has not appeared for a long time.

"Ah, Taylor, right? I'm sorry, I think you're going to be disappointed." The young man's timid, confused voice suddenly became clear, and even a little lazy, making people want to take a bite. lazy.

Immediately afterwards, Taylor only felt a pain in his heart, and his eyes widened in disbelief.