Blood Lovers: Frost Cutpoint Password

The skin fell gently from his jaw onto the back of his hand.

As cold as melting snow.

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As the future candidate for the Quartet of the Throne, the King's Servant has a lot of work to deal with every day.Even if they are just children who have just woken up, they still face many heavy tasks.

Especially as the servant of the king of the Lai clan who will be the head of the four parties in the future, Ronald is the object of emphasis on training.Originally, there should be a Vanjo clan among them, but no one who looked at Diolot's situation could connect him with the identity of the King's Servant.

When returning to Malfahorn from Blood Night Castle, Ronald saw the carriage standing in front of the castle, and the family crest of the Ventrue clan on it made him slightly startled.

The Diolotte family is here?

What are they going to do, take him back?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but hasten his steps.For some reason, he just didn't want those people to take him back.

"Uncle, I'm back..." He was about to greet him when he entered the door, but he saw Lord Mondbat standing in the living room, he bowed his head towards Syl in front of him, and sighed heavily.

"Please." The voice was full of helplessness and faint sadness.

Syl sat in front of the sofa, looked up at him expressionlessly, and his eyes flickered slightly when he heard his words. "Aren't you going to see him?"

Mondbat looked up at him, and also saw Ronald next to him, with a wry smile on his lips. "If he wants to see me."

Syl turned to Ronald. "Ron, take Lord Mondbate upstairs to meet Diolot."

"...Okay." He guessed the relationship between the two. As far as he knew, Master Mundbat had twins, so what is Diolot to him? ...one of the sons?But he didn't feel the feeling that a father should have when he heard of his son's misfortune from this person... all he had was full of helplessness and sighs.

Leading Mundbat upstairs, he heard his faint voice behind him, which was not much different from what he usually heard in Blood Night Castle.

"I heard that you have been taking care of him."

"I didn't do anything," he replied, regret in his voice. "I want to do something for him, but he'll never know or respond."

Mondebat's footsteps seemed to pause. "……What?"

He stood still in front of his door, and then looked back at him. "Because he has lost his will, like a puppet."

The moment he finished speaking, he turned his head and opened the door gently, so he didn't see the turbulent sorrow in Lord Mundbat's eyes.

And his sigh was assimilated when he called Diolot softly.

Diolot was still lying on the bed.Opening eyes he never seemed to close.He tried his best to make him close his eyes and fall asleep, but he still didn't respond.Although he had actually seen the tears he shed, it was like a rare dream, and it never happened again.

Ronald took Mondebat into the bedroom, and the curtain of the big bed fell to block the people inside, leaving only a hazy and dark silhouette.

"Diolot, someone has come to see you." He stood beside the bed and whispered, then pulled up the curtain on one side, and turned to look at Mundbat. "I think, my lord, it's better not to look at his face."

Mondbat glanced at the bed, and could only see the protrusion under the quilt. Ronald deliberately did not pull up the curtain over his head, which made him suddenly have an extremely ominous premonition.

"why?"

Ronald squatted down beside the bed, held Diolot's cold and stiff hand outside the quilt, and looked up at him.

"Because he ruined his looks. My lord. He ruined himself."

His voice was very calm, but deep in that calm was boundless sadness.

Mondebat was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly opened the curtain on the other side, so fast that he couldn't react in time, and saw him froze suddenly at the moment his eyes fell.

That was the first time he saw Mondebat lose his composure.

In fact, basically everyone will lose their composure when they see Diolot's current appearance.

As a proud and narcissistic blood clan, even if it wasn't the Toledo clan who put appearance more important than life, it would be unbearable to have their face covered with scars.

And that person, he did this, with a cold sharp blade full of despair and hatred for this clan and the world, cutting through everything he was once proud of.

"Dior..." Ronald heard Mondbart's low-pitched murmur, and his eyes were filled with infinite shock and remorse, which made him very uncomfortable.

What is he regretting?He didn't want to know at all.

He was afraid that if the truth came out, he might be driven mad by it.

Mondebat grabbed Diolot's hand very hard, almost breaking his bones. The gray emotion in his eyes turned into an inexplicable anger, which turned into a cold color under the extension of his sideburn pattern.

"My son is so fragile, Diolot, how can you let me down!"

Ronald stood up in shock.Son, he said it was his son.Diolot is a son of Lord Mondbart...

Those truths that he didn't want to know but already knew in another way surged down from the depths of his consciousness like an avalanche, engulfing him.

That's how it is, that's how it is...

——How could it be like this!

Ronald looked at the "doll" on the bed in disbelief, his lips trembled a few times as if he wanted to say something, but finally turned his gaze to Mondbat, who was showing a hateful expression.

"grown ups……"

Mondebat suddenly came back to his senses when he heard the sound, and looked at him apologetically. "My worthless son is really giving you trouble, Ronald."

"...No, you shouldn't have said that..." Ronald faced the expression on his face, but suddenly couldn't say anything.

His expression made him angry, and he couldn't tell.

Everything in front of me is so sad, I can't tell.

The truth being known is so desperate that nothing can be said.

He didn't know what else Lord Mondbat said.

He only remembered that at the end, he looked at Diolotte lying on the bed, and opened his lips coldly.

"Please go away, my lord."

"Please leave."

Mondebat looked at him in surprise.And he just looked at Diolot sadly.

What kind of father's face is reflected in his beautiful black pupils?

He is so sad, so sad.

Uncle Syl came upstairs to see him after Lord Mondbat left.

Ronald was sitting on the edge of the bed, holding Diolot's hand and whispering something in his ear.

The child remained motionless, and even he seemed to be starting to despair.

"Then, Ron." The cane tapped lightly on the ground, attracting the boy's attention.

"uncle."

"If you believe me, just give this child to me temporarily." Syl looked at him and said softly.

"..." Ronald pursed his lips tightly and did not speak.

Sil just stared at him. "I believe that you already know that someone can help you, right?"

His shoulders trembled slightly after these words fell.

Syl noticed, and a slight smile appeared on the corners of his lips.

"So, give him a chance, and give yourself a chance, Ron."

"He is your 'lover', as long as you don't give up, no one will give up."

"Including himself."

Ronald looked back at the man.

He lay there quietly, with his only pure black pupil as bright as a jewel open.

When he got close, there was his face in those mirror-like pupils.

He believed he could see it.

and so.

"We won't be separated." He bit his fingertips lightly, and the spilled blood stained Diolot's pale lips.

"Father God will witness all this," he said with his head bowed. "Diolot, even if it's for me, please wake up."

Then Syl took him.

And what he didn't know, after that, there were many, many things.

But it's all about him.

Eighth Night Escape from the Frost Wolf [Part [-]]

Rejecting the servant who wanted to accompany him out, Feng Wuyang walked to the lake in front of the castle, and didn't stop until his toes were slightly wet by the lake water.

The air was filled with the thick water vapor and the smell of plants before dawn. The heavy water vapor made the air heavy and difficult to breathe. Although it had no effect on their family, for her who was already used to breathing and living like a human being, The way of life of the blood race seems so strange and distant.

——"Don't you want to come back?"

When the young master smiled and asked this sentence, she almost blurted out "yes".But finally shook his head.

They are the blood clan of the Bloody Continent.

This special race has existed in hell for an unknown number of years. Their world and everything about them are firmly planted in their souls and blood.The influence of bloodline memory, the influence of racial blood...the influence of everything, as long as the day has not disappeared, they are absolutely unable to resist.

This is fate.A fate you fear and cannot believe.

She once asked the reason why the young master Feng's family was expelled.

A long time ago, the boy's answer was a shallow and cold smile, and he didn't say anything.

She asked this question again tonight, and the boy still smiled, but the meaning of the smile became a little more meaningful.

—"Leave, wise king