Blood Lovers: Frost Cutpoint Password

So, when you came back, was Sabat's blockade serious? "

"Seriousness is naturally not serious." Crowe sneered softly. "After all, this is Ronald's territory. No matter how lawless they are, they still have to weigh it. What's more, there are other vampires watching." As he spoke, he showed an expression of displeasure and disgust, "But the vampires made it out. Quite a few, it's really disgusting." As a modified creature, vampires can't provide nutrition for the Norman La people, so naturally they don't need supplements.Therefore, along the way, there were not many blood races he really picked up, wasting all his strength in vain.

"Sabat doesn't dare to make a direct shot yet," Sherrill explained. "Camalila has been putting pressure on Sabat in the Bloody Continent, and they are still unable to deal with the affairs here wholeheartedly. But it may not be too far away."

Diolot on the side yawned lazily. "Nom Cole is already ready... These two days are just a warm-up."

"Can't you see something in [Glass Box]?" Crowe glanced at him.

"Do you think that thing is a divine weapon?" Diolot couldn't help but sneered. "If you can really see everything, there are still these troubles? That thing is not specially prepared for the blood race. It is very simple to deceive the past, just use the fog cloak." And he remembered, it seems that the three major forces Everyone in the blood clan has such a cloak.

Crowe raised his eyebrows secretly, curled his lips and turned his eyes to the side and stopped talking.

Ansair smiled gently at the side, and turned to look at Cheryl. "You must be very tired when you come back. Go and have a rest first. I believe Ron and the others will be here soon."

"That's fine, dealing with the members of the Ravono family is really exhausting." Cheryl stood up and smiled at him as promised. "Especially their patriarch is an extremely difficult character to deal with. Even with my talent, it is difficult to fully guess his mind."

Diolot lazily closed his eyes. "The blood race is best at disguising and deceiving. Maybe even if your talent is advanced to [Mind Reader], you may not be able to read his true thoughts."

His words were a little sharp, and Cheryl's face became awkward, but he quickly returned to normal.He greeted several people with a smile, and then left.

"Dior, no matter what the facts are, it's really unacceptable for you to say that." Ansair couldn't help scolding, but before he could refute, he sighed. "But you have this kind of personality. I really don't know how to say you."

"What does he do? He's the kind of guy who doesn't want to be happy when he's upset." Crowe was more venomous than his mouth, and deliberately winked at Diolot for a while, and then stared at Diolot contemptuously. Xia gracefully twisted the waist of the water snake and went upstairs.

Diolot yawned, turned around and put his legs on the couch and lay down, his lazy appearance looked very boring. "Hurry up and settle this matter...I want to go back to Divandale."

Ansair looked at him thoughtfully, with a subtle smile on his lips.

"It won't be long."

"...Of course."

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Step through the path through the conservatory gardens into the library.It might be a good choice to pass the time here during the leisurely break in the afternoon.The sunlight falling from the tall windows and the charming smell of some aromatic plants in the greenhouse outside the door entangle the ink fragrance of ancient books, which produces a confusing and dizzying illusion, as if the eternal and continuous illusion of descending from ancient times .

Diolot took out a copy of "Dark Epic", sat down on the single chair in front of the bookshelf, opened the bookmark, took out a pen from his pocket and continued to read and record.

As [Servants of the King], they must learn the entire system of Eden to increase their proficiency in ancient magic.The blood race is an excellent race with both magic and martial arts, and their blood has unique conditions in this respect.With the appearance of the Nordic language and the decline of the French language, emerging magic began to occupy the mainstream of blood clan magic, bringing a new and easier method of using magic to the blood clan.But it is undeniable that the ancient French is still the most suitable language for chanting magic, because they are closest to the language used by the gods, and have the highest degree of fit with the [Magic Net], so they can exert the greatest power.

Ancient classics are generally written in French. Although they have been generally translated into new general versions, people who are familiar with French can find more fun in reading them, because the sentences combined with those ancient words can not only make people Readers recite them euphemistically like a poem, and there are powerful and hidden magic formulas that may be contained in them.

The magic technology of this era is far more high-end and common than imagined, but no matter how high-end the ability is, it needs a person with the same position to use it to be effective.And these people are far higher than those ordinary blood races from the beginning, and after more hard work, what they have obtained is a powerful force that other blood races cannot obtain.

The tip of the pen that kept making notes on the book suddenly paused, and then stopped.Diolot raised his head, just as Feng Wuyang walked in through the open door.

"Ah, I didn't expect you to be here." She was obviously a little surprised to see that someone came here first.In her impression, few people come to this place, very few.

"The waiting process is boring and long, and the library can provide me with a good pastime." Diolotte nodded at her and then turned her attention back to the book, drawing under a word with a nib filled with dark golden ink Mark it, and write a word that doesn't know what it means in a beautiful and unreadable font.

"You made the notes on some books?" Feng Wuyang walked in and saw his movements, stood beside him and asked.

"Ron doesn't like marking his books," Diolot replied as he turned a page and continued writing. "If you see books that look like new they must have been read by him."

"Does he not mind you marking his book?" Feng Wuyang couldn't help asking as he looked down at how quickly he left lines that ordinary people would not think were words on all the places where words could be written on the page.

"Of course he minds," Diolot flicked the fountain pen. "But it doesn't matter if he minds." He raised his chin and snorted disdainfully. "I don't think everyone has as good a memory as you. In order to prevent one day I forget my annotations, and to prevent him from forgetting, I will keep writing in his book."

"I really want to know what Ron's expression will be when he opened those books full of marks." Feng Wuyang chuckled and went to the side of the bookshelf and took out a book.

Diolot raised his head and thought about ticking the corners of his lips. "It's like the expression you found yourself stepping on a wild dog's excrement just now." He recalled the scene for a while, and then laughed unceremoniously.

Feng Wuyang thought about it and found it very interesting. "Maybe I can also do this to make him miserable." Then she walked to the desk with the book in her arms, and began to choose the pen that was about to be named in the pen holder.

"So he basically doesn't come here now." Diolot said while lowering his head and continuing to read the records. "If he wants to know something, he would rather use a little high-tech method-such as the Internet. Or just ask someone to look it up."

"How did he develop such a strange habit..." Feng Wuyang said helplessly, flipping through the book in his hand.

"Who knows, he's always been like this when we were together..." Diolot was thinking about some untranslatable terms, but suddenly stopped when he wanted to say something.

"Well, it seems that someone is going to..." "Dior, that's the last "Dark Epic" in my collection!" A familiar voice interrupted him with irritation and displeasure.

Feng Wuyang raised her head and pushed her glasses. "Ronald is back."

Diolot closed the pen cap with a smile and put the crime tools back into his pocket, then smiled and met the angry face of the person who strode into the door. "Welcome back Ron... please, are you so upset to see us?"

"I'm mourning for my book." Ronald narrowed his eyes and took the book in his hand and put it in his arms, then turned his head to look at Feng Wuyang behind the desk, and when he saw the pen in her hand, his eyes become defensive. "Xiao Wu..."

"I have a notebook." Feng Wuyang said innocently, holding up the notebook spread out on the table. "I'm not going to do anything with this book until I'm sure you'll send it to me."

The expression on Ronald's face, which was relieved, immediately became frustrated. "My happy mood of returning home was all broken up by you."

Diolot gloated. "Seeing you comfortable has never been a thing that makes me comfortable."

Resolutely ignoring his taunts, Ronald turned his gaze between the two, and then looked at Diolot thoughtfully. "What are you two talking about here?"

"On someone's perverted protection of books." Diolot replied with a smile.

"..."

No.19 The Book of Unnecessary Deaths Printed at Night [Middle]

"So... what did you gain in London in the end?" Diolot looked at the books on the bookshelf and sighed reluctantly as Ronald's eyes were limited to the chair, then turned his head and asked.

"The last harvest is that there is nothing to gain." Ronald put the books in his hand back on the bookshelf, then tidied up some messy places on the bookshelf, and muttered in response to his question. "It's already very bad