The hero is a portrait

The white marble floor, the purified toilet, and a corner of the wall were all spattered with blood.Erich stood pale, bent over from the pain, clutching the sink with one hand.Feeling the door open, he looked up quickly like a frightened cat, and saw that it was Rhine-Sock before relaxing his shoulders slightly.He trembled his lips a few times before finally speaking:

"Brother, don't force me..."

Rhine-Sock lowered his eyes, only to see a large stream of blood pouring down Erich's thigh.

He just felt very sad in his heart.

Rhine-Sock, the first emperor of the Federal Empire, left many doubts in history.

The AA fan insists that he has always loved an Alpha deeply, so he will forcibly pass the legal terms of AA love.

AO fan thinks that his true love is the queen, so that later the queen put milk in his food for her concubine, and he is willing to do so.

However, in the autobiography of Crown Prince Sauk, there is such a wonderful dialogue recorded:

[Mother, father loves you so much, why are you doing this? ]

[He loves me? ! ... Heh, he just wanted to die with peace of mind!He even wants to use me to death...]

The author has something to say:

Next Vampire Announcement:

One day, His Majesty, who lives in the city of vampires, Rome, received a package from a friend, and when he opened it, he saw a delicious human boy...

☆、15 On the Cultivation of a Tyrant

"The reason why there are unowned things in this world is because someone lost his memory." He pointed to the line of words to show him, and then said with a smile, "Don't lose your memory, or I will be lost."

Human life is too short, he thought.I must find a way to forget you.

——The Life of Claudius Drusus

Standing on the bell tower of the Roman Forum overlooking the northwest, the horizon is straight.The sky is as blue as a curtain, and it seems that heaven can be seen when it is lifted.

From 10:00 am to 3:00 pm is the time when there are few pedestrians in Rome.Those who can be met on the street are either servants who go out to do errands, or human beings who need to work hard to support themselves.The shops in the central street are all closed—those gorgeous clothes and beautiful jade have always been the main customers of vampire aristocrats.This should be the busiest street, but it is the most sparsely populated at the moment, only one "Blood&blood" shop is still open.

A plump woman walked into this store—this is a store that buys and sells human blood. The store is very dark. The taster behind the counter took a sample of the woman's blood, put a drop on the tip of her tongue, savored it carefully, and then Stamp "Class B" on a certificate of authenticity.He asked the woman how much River's blood she was going to sell, and wrote it down in the contract.He stored the woman's blood in a beautiful square glass bottle, then turned around and went into the warehouse to weigh some silver coins for the woman.

The woman thanked her repeatedly, and left the shop after recovering from the dizziness from blood loss.

This is the treatment that blood of D grade and above can get. If it is D- blood, the grade of this shop simply doesn't bother to accept it.

Green smoke seemed to be rising from the lonely stone road, and each of the central roads built from the square gates led straight to the Roman palace.The palace is also silent at this time, and the wisteria hangs down the Greek-style veranda, casting fragrant shadows.

Facing the garden is a terrace made of white jade. Through the French windows with golden frames, you can see the champagne-colored gauze curtains floating gently with the breeze.Inside is a spacious bedroom in a simple and welcoming style.A 3*3m large bed, with two symmetrical bedside lamps on the wall.This is the place where His Majesty Claudius sleeps in the afternoon (night), but at this time, there is no figure of His Majesty Claudius in this rather bright bedroom.

For vampires, excessive lighting is uncomfortable.He is currently resting in the underground palace.

……

A rush of horseshoes broke the silence of the city of Rome, and a dark carriage was galloping towards the palace on the Roman Avenue.

Not long after, a male servant in a black palace uniform hurried down the spiral staircase in the cellar and came outside the underground bedroom of His Majesty the Emperor.

"...Your Majesty, an expedited dispatch from your friend Count Baldiwin."

Count Baldiwin from Naples was a close comrade-in-arms of His Majesty Claudius when he unified the European continent in the early years. Now more than 100 years have passed since the Blood Race Battle, and Earl Baldiwin, who is in charge of the Naples area, has rarely been with Claudius. His Majesty has any close contacts.But the relationship between the two is still sincere. On the day of national celebrations, Earl Baldiwin often came to Rome to visit His Majesty. He was a loyal supporter of His Majesty Claudius.

In order to be able to enjoy high-quality blood stably, some nobles will raise humans in captivity.

However, unlike humans raising livestock, vampires are more like "humans" with cannibalism to humans, right?For humans there is appetite and sex at the same time.Desire... It is destined that the relationship between vampires and humans will be very complicated.

Count Baldiwin was so anxious and strongly demanded that this package be entrusted to His Majesty's hands precisely because the human boy he raised was being watched by the Duke of Sicily.

"...This incomparably precious treasure is worthy of entrustment only by His Majesty..."

The letter said so.

It is well known that the Duke of Sicily has no aristocratic demeanor. Whether it is someone else's wife or the land of other lords, he has to take it into his own hands, and his greatest interest is to win people's love. His style has always been Bandit style of means.It's no wonder that Earl Baldiwin was so shocked, but it's not worth fighting against the Duke of Sicily for a human boy...

His Majesty put the letter back on the wooden tray in the male waiter's hand, and then began to look at the package.

At this time, His Majesty was wearing a silk nightgown, and a silk coat was draped over his shoulders.His Majesty's crow-feather-like black hair fell down, and a few strands of hair fell on the neat and slender eyelashes.

At first, the servant unpacked the outer packaging, and inside was a large basket wrapped in lace gauze.A bow made of a big pink ribbon hangs down from above, and the delicate lace makes the carefully woven bamboo basket hazy.His Majesty's fingers gently tore the bow apart.The ribbon slid down like a snake.The soft gauze fell like smoke, revealing the large basket covered with goose down cushions.

A little boy about ten years old is lying on it.

The blond hair fell softly on the white cloud-like goose down pillow, and the slender and hazy eyelashes were opened like a fan, gently touching the cheeks.There was a rosy blush on his porcelain, flawless cheeks.With a burst of shallow breathing, like the fragrance of spring ripples in the room...

Even though the letter had just been opened and read, His Majesty thought it was a package from God.

The author has something to say: first let me write a little casually... I want to be better at the process...

All in all, it's a love story =. =

It's also a story about His Majesty loving the male protagonist calmly and deeply, but the male protagonist obsessively smashes it in front of the little bitch.

Why is it so short, because I masturbate deeply [seriously]

... By the way, I'm applying for the list ＿(:з"∠)＿ Facing the very aggressive Gengxin Jun, I'm really scared ＿(:з"∠)_

☆、16 On the Cultivation of a Tyrant

He said: I want to be a singer.

The Holiday Opera House was built.

He said: I want to see the nobles perform.

The duke is off to juggle.

He said: "I want to see Rome in ruins.

Rome is on fire.

He said: I want to be emperor.

Many people died because of it.

Every day, ice cream from Milan is sent to Rome.

——The Life of Claudius Drusus

His Majesty combed his hair, which was already very long.

"I'm going to cut my hair," he said.

But he didn't want the lowly barber to touch his head.On weekdays, His Majesty washes his hair.So His Majesty cut his hair, but as soon as the scissors closed, a strand of golden hair fell down, His Majesty regretted it.

Such a beautiful gold fell on the trampled Persian rug like sunlight on the dust.

His Majesty caressed the end of that strand of hair in regret, and said:

"Don't cut it."

"However, it's too troublesome." He lay on His Majesty's lap, "It's too hot in summer, and it will stick to your face when the wind blows."

His hair was so light and fluffy that it was very troublesome in the wind.Even the breeze in spring will brush his hair, making it wander in the air like spider silk.

His Majesty sympathetically pulled his sideburns behind his ears:

"Then make it up."

His Majesty combed his hair with a wooden comb, 50 strokes in total.Because I heard it is good for human beings.He braided these soft blonde locks into a braid that wasn't super tight, felt scalp-like, and didn't look disheveled.His Majesty's workmanship is good.

The golden twisted braid hangs obliquely behind his right shoulder, and there are fragments of hair falling down on his temples.Against the dewy grape-like green eyes, it is pleasant to see.His Majesty looked upon it as good.

At this moment, he stood up and pushed open the window together with the curtains. The blue sky suddenly came into view, and the sun also rushed in.His Majesty's face was pale with discomfort, but there was still a smile on his lips.His Majesty even walked to his side and accompanied him to look at the garden under the sun - the servant who was waiting for orders couldn't help but hide in a dark corner of the room.

He waited for a while, turned around and looked at His Majesty, and reminded after a while:

"I'm 14 years old."

His Majesty embraced his shoulders, pressed his other hand on top of his head, and then slid his palm horizontally to his ribs:

"I've grown a lot taller..."

The sun shone on His Majesty's handsome face, and the straight bridge of the nose cast a shadow on his face.His Majesty's palms were sweating a little. For a vampire with a cold physique, sweating is not a good thing.But the temperature of the sun made the milk-white face bloom with a more charming rosy flush... Therefore, His Majesty thinks this is also good.

"...What birthday present do you want?"

Finally hearing the expected words, he immediately took His Majesty's hand: "I want to be a singer!"

There are so many ways to understand this sentence: I want to be a singer → give me a music teacher, I want to be a singer → help me enter the opera house... His Majesty looked at those emerald green eyes with joy——Na Xin Yue Yuan knew that the person who asked would respond to his request——slightly lowered his eyes.

Those full and dense eyelashes blocked His Majesty's sight, only in this way could His Majesty say the words of rejection:

"No."

His Majesty frowned slightly when he thought of him standing on the stage being admired and judged by thousands of people.

He let go of His Majesty's hand, first looked at His Majesty for a while, and felt that His Majesty had not changed his mind, so he pushed his lower lip upwards.Maintaining this facial expression, he turned away from His Majesty, walked to the half-lit place in the room, and lay down on the peacock blue beauty couch.

His Majesty knew that if he didn't want to go against his will, he couldn't be the first to speak in the following time.So His Majesty sat on the other side, reading a book in the gloom.

I don't know how long it has passed, at least it is very long for His Majesty.His Majesty could not concentrate on reading.Often when I read the next line, I forget what was written in the previous line, so I have to read it over and over again.

He just lay motionless on the beauty couch, not even curling his little fingers.

His Majesty felt extremely uncomfortable.

He put down the book, sighed in frustration, and sat down beside him.His Majesty pinched his arm, and that arm was limp as if he had lost his strength. His Majesty let go, and it fell back with a click.His Majesty picked him up and let him lean into his arms, his head was swaying back and forth like a muscle, his empty green eyes didn't move at all like a puppet... His Majesty even listened to Not his breath.

He pretended to be a dead man and ignored His Majesty.

His Majesty said:

"Let's go see the Opera House."

Then he gets angry.

His Majesty said again:

"You choose one."

Then he lived.

He smiled at His Majesty like an angel in a cloud.

His Majesty also laughed.

But Rome did not have an opera house that could have entered Levitan's eyes.

"I want a pool on stage."

"I will be reflected by the crystal in all directions like a flower cluster of lights."

"The auditorium should be extremely large, with no end in sight."

"But whispers must also reach the rear."

Levitan asked to go to Venice or Calabrio to see operas everywhere, but His Majesty was unwilling.That's too far.Since it is inconvenient for His Majesty to leave Rome, I hope that he will not leave either.

"Then build a new theater."

After His Majesty said this, the best architect came.

"I can not wait anymore."

As soon as he said that, the Holiday Opera House was completed in five months.

It was an extremely gorgeous and grand opera house, it was white, blue, and gold—it had all the colors that a person could use to describe heaven—standing like a fairytale castle in the mid-air of Rome.

Levitan's first song must be full of seats, but in Rome, there are more rich merchants than commoners, and more nobles than merchants.For this reason, His Majesty issued an edict requiring all noble officials to enter the opera house on time.

At first the opera house was pitch black, and then a light suddenly hit the stage.The golden light surging from the bright pool flickered in front of people's eyes, and just such a water fairy protruded from the water--that indistinguishable appearance made it difficult to distinguish his gender! —He turned around, like the eyes of the forest at night, piercing all the darkness and throwing it into the void.

Sitting in the box on the second floor, His Majesty is in the direction of this gaze——

However, it is not because His Majesty is here that the eyes are cast here; it is because His Majesty is there because the eyes are cast here.

At this time, with this water fairy as the center, a gentle light diffused around.It seems that because of him, there is this light.

All this is wonderful, and the skirt floating in the pool is more graceful than the fish swimming.When the water fairy stood up, as the drops of water fell, the fragrance of human blood made people's hearts rippling like this pool of water.The blond hair stuck to his white back, winding into a magnificent picture.

The vampire loves all things shiny, and his skin is so white, and his lips are so red!

Boom—the sound of water drops falling from his arm and breaking the water surface seems to be in his ears.

After a sultry breath, he opened his lips made of roses.

He started singing.

☆、17 On the Cultivation of a Tyrant

His Majesty built an altar of Dionysus for him with rational bricks and stones.

——The Life of Claudius Drusus

His Majesty smiled slightly, and his whole body seemed to be covered with roses.

Seeing His Majesty's expression, the servant's whole face, which was only slightly twitching at the corner of his mouth, twitched uncomfortably.

His Majesty was in a good mood and scratched the table with his fingers, humming a beautiful tune from his nostrils - His Majesty is the one who composed the music, and His Majesty is obviously very satisfied with the singing effect now... The servant who saw this scene couldn't help but feel his stomach Also twitched.

As a musician who has an excellent timbre and can compose movements casually, His Majesty's ability to appreciate music is obviously everyone's... Moreover, composers never like their works to be profaned, right?The servant poured a cup of tea for His Majesty, but His Majesty held the teacup and did not drink it.The servant waited at the side again, listening to the singing outside for a while... He began to wonder if His Majesty and he heard the same voice.

No matter how hard you try to distinguish, you can't find the melody for such a singing voice...

It's as if that person is singing countless songs at the same time, and it's as if countless songs are being sung into the same song.

The tone of each sentence seems to be different, and the tone of each sentence seems to be the same.

... Such a delicate singing voice is really indescribable.

In fact, it's not too vomit and mocking.But when the gorgeous roses bloom, there are caterpillars in them, which is very unbearable.If the caterpillar was just crawling on the mud, the uncomfortable feeling would not be so profound.

The singing in front of me is more like a tragedy.

——The so-called tragedy is to destroy the beautiful things for others to see.

Some vampires in the auditorium showed a look of pity, and the gentleman with this look silently raised his hands to cover his ears.In this way, looking at the singers on the stage, they are still beautiful.

"It's a very moving performance," His Majesty praised sincerely, "singing exactly the emotion I wanted to express—and even more than that."

Since His Majesty thought the singing was very good, he wanted to tell everyone about it.So the editor-in-chief of Roman Holiday wrote:

"...As soon as he opened those charming cherry lips, a magical sharp arrow shot into my soul. No words can describe that singing voice."

His Majesty also asked the nobles to come to the Opera House regularly every weekend afternoon, just like Christians go to church.But Li Weidan soon got bored, His Majesty could only engrave these songs into a turntable and listen to them alone in the silent morning.As a result, the Holiday Opera House sits idle.

Before the Holiday Opera House was completed, His Majesty hosted a birthday party for Levitan.

The feast began in the evening, but that time was like morning to the vampires—they had to hurry up from their “catacombs” (as they called their underground chambers) and dress up for the palace banquet.

General Luculus was also one of them.

He is not a fan of court parties, but he is a fanatical follower of His Majesty.After His Majesty unified the continent of Europe, he was still fighting for His Majesty - crusade against those lords who dared to offend His Majesty's majesty.

He has a half-blood army under him-the so-called half-bloods are humans who have been transformed into vampires after the first embrace of vampires.The existence of mixed blood is just for the vampire nobles to enjoy better.Luculus is well aware of this.The nobles who passed by him regarded him as air, and the moment he lowered his head, the corner of his mouth curled into a sneer.

——That kind of decadent and contrived life is not rare for him.

This world is too boring and empty for him.He longed for the iron horse of war that His Majesty had brought him.At this time, a proud nobleman bumped into Luculus' arm. After glancing at Luculus, the nobleman patted his clothes in disgust, then continued talking and laughing with the people around him, and walked away.Luculus's long bangs covered his long and narrow eyes. He squinted his eyes and looked at the nobleman's back... He licked the corner of his mouth bloodthirsty.

However, vampires' pride in mixed blood is not without reason. Although mixed blood inherited blood from vampires, they are only half-finished products after all. Not only their life span is only half of that of normal vampires, but their abilities are also greatly reduced.

As a night creature, a vampire's night vision ability is naturally unmatched by other creatures...

Luculus fell on the steps by the veranda, knocked his elbows on the steps, and there was burning pain from the damaged skin.He touched the slippery substance of the slate floor... Before he could tell it was talcum powder, there was a crisp and wanton laughter from the side corridor—

cluck cluck cluck~

Luculus put his veined hand on the saber at his waist, and his oppressive golden eyes looked like a ferocious cheetah at night. Under the warm light, these eyes faintly revealed a bloodthirsty bright red.He stood up leaning on the knife, the scabbard sinking nine inches deep into the stone . . .

The knife was drawn too hastily.Come out, and make a sharp sound, but suddenly stop.The breeze picked up Luculus' dark bangs, revealing those hideous eyes.In those scarlet eyes, there is an extremely beautiful girl reflected...

She was sitting under the wisteria flowers, holding the hanging green vines with one hand, wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes with the other hand, looking at him with a smile.A bohemian headband is tied on her forehead, and her long golden hair is scattered in strands, winding over her fragile collarbone... She is wearing a skirt with a smoky blue background and an off-white lace cover. Under the skirt are white and slender legs.

Her moist green eyes were like a pool of cool lake water, which drowned his anger, but made a certain part of him heat up like a fire.

Luculus glared at the girl fiercely, while the other girl jumped down from the corridor lightly.

She stepped on the stone bricks and walked in front of him, looking straight at him all the way——Since the first embrace at the age of 16, Luculus has not grown taller, so the girl can easily look at him .

She looked at the military badge on his shoulder, then raised her chin arrogantly:

"Only the Duke is eligible to fall."

The fragrance of her body wafted into the air, making him thirsty and twitching his Adam's apple.

...It must be a pet raised by some nobleman, right?Thinking of this, he glanced at the girl in disgust, then turned and left with his lips pursed.He walked slowly, not waiting for the girl to come up to pester him, and he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

He didn't see her later at the buffet-style party, dodging the crowd and standing by the window with a goblet of Russian blood in his hand.He saw that His Majesty also looked bored. Although he dealt with the congratulatory nobles very gracefully, the smile on the corner of his mouth couldn't reach his eyes.Lucullus heard whispers of "that man" from those around him, and they withheld his name vaguely and mysteriously, but he was not interested.Regarding this court, he didn't care about anything other than bloodshed.

In fact, he was thinking about that girl all the time, even the cold blood on his lips seemed to be burning hot.Even the stomach is uncomfortably warm.

He soon saw her again, but in the wrong place.

Luculus squeezed [beep-], neither was it sprinkled, nor was it pushed back.However, the girl who entered the men's restroom by mistake seemed to have no such intuition at all, and stood beside him after glancing at him.

Then she lifted her skirt.

☆、18 On the Cultivation of a Tyrant

His Majesty was a little surprised and asked him: Why are you dressed like this?

He said: To dance with you.

——The Life of Claudius Drusus

His Majesty had to be patient because that was what he asked for.

His Majesty's slender fingers caressed the goblet filled with Germanic blood. His fingers slowly slid from top to bottom, then lifted up, and slid from top to bottom.His gestures were so slow that no one noticed his agitation.The cool evening breeze entered the room, and Margaret's soft petals swayed slightly.His Majesty stared at the dimly lit garden - in the eyes of night vision, this was another scene with a different color from the day - and sighed without even realizing it.

The protagonist of this party finally arrives at the opening of the dance.

As soon as he appeared, the ripples in His Majesty's wine glass subsided.

All clinking of glasses and conversation ceased.

His fragrance is like "Hungarian Dance" rushing through all the gaps in the space, arousing a sense of mysterious tension in people's hearts.He didn't know how to avoid it at all, and only took the shortest route.He walked towards the crowd, stepped out of the road, and approached His Majesty.

At this time, he had already changed into a set of skirts—a white fluffy skirt, golden double ponytails, and rose-patterned openwork lace stockings pulled up to his knees.

He tilted his head, and one side of the ponytail hung softly in the air, gently draped over his shoulder.He stared at His Majesty, then stretched out his small white hand:

"May I ask you to dance, Your Majesty?"

His Majesty is very tall, even if he is sitting, he can be at the same level as him, but His Majesty suddenly feels awkward.His Majesty pursed his lips, and sat upright for a moment before reaching out his hand reservedly... But His Majesty soon realized his mistake, he should have kissed the back of his hand in a gentlemanly way and said "I am honored", instead of putting his hand in his .

He took His Majesty's hand to the center of the hall.

At this time, the orchestra played a comfortable "Sicilian Dance", and he reached out to hold His Majesty's neck... Then he was quite shocked to find that His Majesty was much, much taller than him.

That's right, His Majesty seldom gets along with him in an attitude of looking down.His Majesty usually sits beside him, or holds him in his arms. Even if he sometimes stands beside him and talks to him, if he sees him raise his head, His Majesty must bend his neck and bring his lips close to the height of his ears. .

Although he knew that His Majesty was tall, he didn't know that it turned out to be a height beyond his reach.

His Majesty wanted to say to him: Let me dance with you in my arms.

He stared at Majesty for a while, then turned and ran away.

His Majesty did not move, and no one else dared to move.For a moment, the only sound in the whole hall was the sound of the violin playing "Sicilian Dances"... Then he ran back, holding a pair of lemon yellow high heels, and looked at His Majesty proudly.

His Majesty couldn't help laughing.

"She kicked off her left shoe, and it rolled to Duke Kamo's feet. She kicked off her right shoe, and the right shoe hit the teak cabinet where the margaritas were kept. Her toes were powdered like Cherry, the insteps of her feet were as white as panna cotta. She stuffed her feet into the shoes indiscriminately, and the soft skin bumped against the hard leather, which made people feel sorry."

"His Majesty bent his neck, and she put her hand on His Majesty's shoulder.

Her forest-colored pupils rested in His Majesty's eyes like butterflies.She seemed to be tiptoeing into His Majesty's arms, and His Majesty supported her waist. "

"They started dancing."

——The Life of Claudius Drusus

His hair was carefully braided into a herringbone braid by His Majesty.

His Majesty was reviewing official documents when he ran into the bedroom.

Since this official document has not been finished yet, His Majesty wants to settle this first before stopping what he is doing.

At first, he left His Majesty and ran out to play, but now when he came back, he couldn't bear His Majesty's ignorance of him.His Majesty was sitting on the reclining chair, wearing a silk coat, but a cold towel was placed on his forehead.The summer sun in Rome is getting more and more fierce, and the day is more difficult for vampires.His Majesty, who was suffering from heat stroke, half-lyed on the chair, raised his head slightly, and read the official document half-raised.

He first walked around His Majesty, and found that His Majesty ignored his plan.He couldn't wait to climb onto His Majesty's knee.

His Majesty took off the square handkerchief on his forehead, lowered the official document, cast a helpless gaze at him from above the kraft paper, and then raised the quill pen on one side to make annotations.He puffed up his face, then lifted his skirt and covered His Majesty's hand.As a result, His Majesty could not read the official document, nor could he comment on it.His Majesty had no choice but to put aside everything at hand, and embraced him in a consistent manner.

"I'm bored," he said.

His Majesty asked, "What do you want?"

He replied: "I want to see nobles juggling, ministers fighting like dogs, noble ladies dancing like prostitutes and women dancing cancan."

He added: "I want everyone to do what he is not fit to do."

His Majesty was silent.

The silence was accompanied by the chirping of cicadas on the rose trees.

When the cicadas stopped singing, he got up.He untied His Majesty's arms like unbuttoning his robe and stood up.

When he walked out of the bedroom, he passed the crystal glass window facing the rose garden.A huge cicada flew over and stuck to his sleeve.He flicked his sleeves, and the cobblestone-sized cicada still stuck to it quietly.He took it with him.

It took away all the slight annoyance and joy of His Majesty for summer.

Since he got up and left, the afternoon has become extremely long.But His Majesty knew he could not get up and look for him.

It is best not to leave even the deck chair.

But the tolerable sunlight became so poisonous that His Majesty felt that he could not stay in this well-lit room for a moment.The pain that was originally sweet and slightly hot became like a corrosive liquid, making His Majesty's skin smoke.

His Majesty stood up.

His Majesty told himself: Go back to the tomb.Don't turn your toes in his direction.

But the breath he leaves is like His Majesty's oxygen.

If your Majesty does not follow, you cannot breathe.

"Your Majesty knew the consequences of doing this, but still chose to do it... Where did he put his people?

- "The Life of Claudius Drusus"

His Majesty found his angel in a side hall.

He is naked.With her upper body exposed, she petted the man in front of her like a rewarding pet.

He was sitting in a dark gold armchair with one elbow resting on the armrest and his chin resting on the palm.Ling put a hand on the man's black hair.The man knelt at his feet reverently, kissing his soft navel.

He looked at His Majesty with pure green eyes, completely different from the intoxicated man below him.

His Majesty's expression remained calm, but he accidentally crushed the signet ring on his hand.

The servant dragged the viscount out of the palace.

His Majesty carefully wiped his body with a handkerchief, but he avoided it in disgust.

His Majesty kissed him.

Kiss his soft belly, round navel.

Sad to cry.

He pushed His Majesty away.

Sitting aside, His Majesty was silent for a moment, then said:

"Let the nobles perform, the ministers duel, and the ladies dance."

His majesty embellished the sentence, but it made no difference.

From then on, everyone does what he is not suitable for.

☆、19 On the Cultivation of a Tyrant

""Roman law" writes: the nobleman is obliged to perform for the public; the wife of the minister must perform on the stage; the man with the sword is subject to all duels."

- "The Life of Claudius Drusus"

Colosseum.

When the knife went down, the head of Duke Kamo was broken.

What was broken was not only the head of the Duke of Camo, but also the connection between Germany and Rome (the Duke of Camo was the younger brother of the German lord), and the last extravagant hope of the Roman nobles for His Majesty.

The cheering audience fell silent.

Then the auditorium roared with great excitement—they were merchants and civilians from all over Italy.

But the noble seat was extremely quiet.

The blood spurted so high, so much... However, if it is a vampire, it may not be impossible to save the head if it is brought back.But nobody does that.

Because His Majesty did not express his position.

If His Majesty did not express his position, His Majesty wanted him to die.

Since His Majesty wanted him to die, who would dare to save him?

Lukurus gasped like a wolf—as a half-breed, he was able to kill a pure blood like Kamo, relying largely on experience and ruthlessness regardless of elegance—he threw himself into the royal stands Take a peek, the man is smiling right there.

Luculus remembered the scene of Levidan knocking open his coffin at dawn, and he knelt at the mouth of the coffin, leaning on the side of the coffin with one elbow, looking down at him.

He put a gold coin on his chest, gave him another kiss, and asked him to challenge Duke Kamo to a duel.

This kind of duel to please His Majesty does not require life and death, but they all feel that it is too boring.It's like watching a person carved in a wax figure, alive but impersonal.

[Let the arena be watered with blood. ]

He agreed to the request for his own ambition.He has long seen through that beautiful appearance, is a soul filled with maggots... I really don't understand how His Majesty, who has been wise for a hundred years, can be confused by such a stinky bitch.

Luculus took a look at that smile again—there seemed to be a mountain of cherry blossoms between his eyebrows, which made people forget the bloody arena for a moment, and even reminded him of when he was a human being 100 years ago, his skin was covered by the sun. Feeling slightly ironed.

Luculus lowered his head, shaking the blood on the knife.

In the beginning, the blood race was not the master of this continent.

You must know that although the physical strength of the blood race is several times that of humans, and the healing ability is extremely powerful, the blood race also has a fatal weakness.

They are extremely prone to heat stroke, and prolonged exposure to the sun can lead to their death from heat stroke.At the same time, they are also extremely afraid of the cold. Their blood has a powerful healing ability, but it can only provide very little heat.They do have stronger physical strength and five senses than humans, and their life expectancy is several times that of humans.However, their fertility rate is extremely low, and a blood couple has not been married for hundreds of years.