Blood Lovers: Frost Cutpoint Password

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The quill pen draws the last touch of Nord on the sheepskin scroll, and the curly arc is as beautiful and smooth as the end of a man's hair raised in the wind.

With his left hand on the table and a beautiful face like a work of art, Diolot waited for the handwriting on the parchment to slowly dry up and then disappear. Suddenly, he remembered what Feng Wuyang said to him in the attic that day.

"Don't worry, I won't compete with you for anything—including people. Now I just want to complete my mission, and in this way, I can bring the Feng Family back to the Bloody Continent."

"On Ronald's side, I will speak to him personally."

"Although everything is in the past tense, and you probably know him better than me now. But I still want to say that that person is too gentle, and he will treat you well, so I hope you can always accompany him By his side."

Will you stay with me all the time?

He lowered his head to look at the parchment scroll where the writing gradually disappeared, and gently stretched out his fingers to stroke the slowly fading writing.

Written words can slowly disappear or even never exist, but some things will remain in the body forever.

Yes, they will always be together.

--no matter what.

With his eyes downcast, he put his arms down on the pillow, as if falling into a slumber.But only he knows how conscious he is.

"Why are you able to say this?"

"Because you love him."

"Do you think I love him?"

"At least, love him more than I do."

-·-

"Feng Wuyang, you are a cold person, have you noticed?"

"Why not you, Diolotte."

It's just that your cruelty to yourself makes everyone feel pity, but my cruelty to others will naturally get farther and farther away from everyone.

Feng Wuyang raised her fingers and pushed the glasses on the bridge of her nose, and knocked on Ansair's door.

"Ye An,...Xiao Wu?" Ansair looked a little surprised when he saw the person standing at the door.

"I don't understand some things about those runes, so I want to ask you." Feng Wuyang shook the parchment in his hand.

"Please come in." Ansair smiled knowingly, and let her into the room sideways. "Are there any problems?" After closing the door, he walked forward, then stretched out his hand to signal Feng Wuyang to sit down.

"A question about a few letters." Feng Wuyang spread out the parchment in his hand on the coffee table, and took out a piece of draft paper. "I'm not very familiar with Eden, so I'm a little unclear about which spelling these phrases use."

"That's it." Ansair took her draft and looked at it for a few times, his slightly raised eyebrows revealed a trace of tranquility and gentleness. "It's this." He reached out and took Feng Wuyang's pen, and drew a line under the correct spelling.

"The spelling of Eden is very characteristic. Generally speaking, these few words are used as modal particles to guide the speed of the entire sentence. Because the pronunciation of ancient spells has very strict restrictions, different tones and even speed Both speed and slowness affect the effect of the spell, so use these words as instructions."

"It's very complicated." Feng Wuyang took the draft and wrote the correct phrase on the parchment, read it softly, and then said something with emotion.

Ansair chuckled. "So the current Nordic language has been greatly simplified, at least there are no such strict regulations on the severity and tone of speech. But I don't know much about it. If you want to know about the Eden language family, you can go to the book Look around in the museum, I remember that Ronald and the others are [Servants of the King], and the ancient language of Eden is a must-learn."

"No, I just learned about it at this time so that I can record the spells of the magic circle. It is impossible to use those in the future." Feng Wuyang shook his head. "If you memorize too many things, your brain will not be enough."

"I forgot, but you have a photographic memory." Ansair said softly. "But this kind of strong memory is really rare, are you sure it's not a talent?"

"I've never heard of a vampire who can master two talents at the same time." Feng Wuyang said with a smile.

"It's not impossible." Ansair said, "After all, no one stipulates that talents must be unique to each person. Even Andorra may have two talents at the same time, and Crowe can also inherit the clan. Awakening a talent after inheriting it proves that the awakening of the talent is not fixed. Maybe your photographic memory is really a talent, but no one pays attention to it.” He laughed softly as he spoke. "After all, the blood race has a good memory. But it's really rare to be as good as you."

"Maybe it's right from what you said. But are they all the same?" Feng Wuyang smiled and packed the sheepskin on the table and rolled it up. "I should go back, disturb your rest."

"It's okay." Ansair smiled softly. "If you have any problems, just come to me."

"Then say thank you first." Feng Wuyang smiled and nodded.Then go to the door.

"By the way, Xiao Wu..." Ansair looked at her back, hesitated for a while, and then called out to her.

"What's the matter?" Feng Wuyang looked back.The expression on the handsome young man's face was a little hesitant, and there were dark waves in his soft clear blue eyes.

"It may be impolite to say this, but you, Dio, and Ron..."

"It's all right." Feng Wuyang was not too surprised, and just said something with a light smile when he heard his words. "Don't worry, it's all right."

Ansair glanced at her with worried eyes, and then smiled slightly, but there was a bit of comfort in that smile. "It's fine."

"You are such a grown-up person, so you naturally know what you want and what to do." Feng Wuyang smiled at him, then nodded and turned to open the door to leave.

"..." Ansair watched her leave and sighed softly. "Do you know what you want and how to do it..."

No.19 The Book of Unnecessary Deaths Printed at Night 【Part [-]】

That should be a dream.

But it is also a past.

It was a city with a beautiful sky.From the end in front of the sky, the sky renders deep and shallow twilight, and then spreads continuously. The twilight gradually fades, and the night slowly emerges. The moon shadows of different colors in soft colors, densely turned into pieces of stars flowing under the moon halo, shining brightly.

The buildings in the surrounding cities adopt a dark tone, but the style is not single. On the contrary, it is full of complex styles of the dark ages of various periods.Only the bats, crows and gargoyles carved on the eaves, as well as the winding withered vines and roses, kept their appearance from beginning to end, dark and cold.The street floor is made of large chunks of black rough stones, which have gradually become smooth under the friction of countless years of driving footsteps.

In a straight line, that's where it is.

The shape outside the boundary is just a magnificent castle built up against the mountain. The blue-black city wall presents a solemn and eerie black-red color under the light of the blood moon.There is no guard and there is no need to guard. Just such a silent city standing there can already make people feel infinite humility and awe in their bones.

The icy boundary river flows down from the mountains and flows through the city, but an additional straight line diverges outside the castle, drawing a clear separation line between the castle and the city. The ancient Safa King Bridge over it is passed by This became the only medium connecting the city and the court, the common people and the royal family.

The sculptures on the columns of the long bridge are gargoyles of different shapes, sitting there quietly, watching with cold eyes the various people who have passed through it for thousands of years to enter and exit the magnificent royal city.No matter how the passers-by change, how many layers of dust are covered on their bodies, they are always squatting there, motionless and unchanged, but they can jump down at the first moment of danger and turn into huge and ferocious monster gargoyles. Minions tear up criminals who want to offend the supreme city.

The imperial capital Dulanze.Crimson Realm Crimson Barrier.Blood Night Castle, King City of the Realm.Divandel, the pedestal of the throne.

This is his dream, and it is also the place he has been looking at for thousands of years.

It was the winter of a certain year in the emperor's calendar. Accompanied by knights, he took a carriage across Safa King Bridge and got off at the outer edge of the scarlet barrier of the royal city.Ronald was standing outside the royal city at that time, wrapped in a thick velvet coat, his quiet expression turned into tenderness and joy the moment he stepped off the carriage.

That day, they stood under the magnificent royal city, Ronald held his hand and hugged him tightly.

He said, "Dior, we will stand here together, look at our king together, and become the most powerful left and right hand of the king together. Dior, we will always be together."

He raised his head, his eyes penetrated the barrier, as if he saw the vast kingdom behind the illusion of the realm, and the solemn castle standing in the bleak wind and sand for a long time defended this lonely and cold land like a sharp sword.That is their belief, their so-called eternal destination.

Yes, home, his and Ronald's home.

--

It wasn't Ronald and the others who returned to Eagle Castle first, but Crowe and Sherrill.

"We met Gloria, the Countess of the Ravno family, and we did get some information, but it was very limited, and we don't know if we can help Ronald." Sherrill felt a little disappointed because of this.On the way back, they encountered Sabat's siege many times, which made him very worried about the safety of the seal under Eagle Fort.But I can't bring more helpful things here, so I will naturally have some negative emotions.

"When he comes back, everything will come to a conclusion." Ansair comforted softly. "Let's not talk about this