The Blood Hourglass

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Sile looked at the blood in his eyes and couldn't accept it for a while. After all, he has always regarded himself as light and believes that the light will definitely defeat the darkness, but today it has all changed.

The blood of light in his body was lost, completely lost, to the liquid of darkness.

So his eyes became bloody, he...Although he didn't want to believe it, but now he really became a blood clan, the object he had been hunting.

Looking at himself in the mirror, he backed up a few steps until he hit the table in front of the wall. The pile of books on the table was shaken by the seemingly not heavy but powerful impact.

"Master!" The slave girl was very worried and wanted to step forward, but she didn't know what she could do when she stepped forward.

"I'm okay!" Sile turned around and picked up the books on the ground and put them back on the table, but his movements were no longer like human beings. Seeing him like this, the female slave believed that he had really become the same nobleman as herself.

"I'm fine!" Feeling the powerful power flowing throughout the body, Slo suddenly felt that this was also good. Compared with the previous experiments, it was not considered a success at all. This time, if he knew that he could become so strong with this, then he would have done it a long time ago, "It feels good to be strong! "

"But how does the master go out like this?" The slave girl didn't want to say, but after thinking about it, she still said it. After all, they exist as night catchers. If female slaves are an exception, maybe they can be accepted by everyone, but if even the leaders of night catchers are nobles, what will be the result?

"This way... go out?" Sile just woke up from being strong, being strong inside is very good, but it's not good to have such an appearance that states the identity of the blood family, so he stood back in front of the mirror and looked at the realm carefully. My self, thinking about how to make my appearance look like before.

The female slave saw her master standing silently and meditating, and she also stood quietly on one side and stopped talking.

Naturally, Slaughter and the slave girl in the room would not know what was happening outside at this time.

Mrs. Grace waited for a long time, but did not see the housekeeper coming back, so she could not stand, walked out of the side hall, and came to the courtyard of the manor. At this time, the sun had already climbed out of the eastern horizon with Hongxia. The air smelled of dampness, and after breathing, it made people clever and awake. Even Grace, who stayed up all night, was full of energy.

After waiting for a while, just when I decided to give up hope, several figures appeared in the distance, and they seemed to be coming to the manor.

"Is it them?" Grace stared at the shadows closely. They got closer and closer. "Are they three?"

She was a little disappointed. As for who the three were, she had already determined in her heart: a housekeeper, the two guests are naturally Satrese and Missilia. Although it is good that Missile can come, it is Sartre. As soon as Reese came, all the plans and plans were soaked up, it was impossible to realize it again.

With her eyes down, Grace sighed heavily, and when they approached, she raised her head, her face no longer lost the loss, some of them were graceful and smiling.

"Welcome, welcome!" She greeted her with a smile, but when she saw the man with silver eyes, she couldn't help but was taken aback, "This lord is..."

"His name is Shu Le, and he is my servant." I replied lightly.

"It turned out to be Lord Shule! I thought it was Lord Sutters!" Grace smiled and led us into the courtyard. "I am so anxious to invite adults to come, because I am worried that adults will not know when they will return to heaven. Now I don’t know when we will meet again."

"Yeah." In fact, I am not interested in the kind words made by these human beings to do superficial skills. I remember just in the temple:

"My wife has invited you all, this is an invitation card!" said the butler, handing over the post written by Grace herself.

"Invite us?" Sartres just came back and has not yet met with the Pope. Why has Grace already got an invitation?

After receiving the invitation, Satresi opened up and looked at it, two simple sentences, as the housekeeper said.

"Okay!" Sartres thought for a while, anyway, there is still some time, so it's better to go there, and he also has something to tell Rite, but when I look back, I have Shu Le, "Micilia Are you willing to go with you?"

"I..." I believe he didn't have any hope for me, turned around and faced Chu Yang outside the window, just about to say his inner answer. Suddenly the housekeeper stepped forward, "Master Missilia, the lady said that she knows that you like tea, so she prepared the best tea, just ask you, black tea or green tea?"

"Black tea or green tea?" I recalled this sentence, and finally nodded, "Black tea! I know there is good black tea in Madam's place. I drank it last time."

"Yes!" The butler smiled and nodded.

"Then go together!" Although Sartres was a little surprised, it is of course the best to go together. After all, he has the responsibility of taking care of the adult in front of him.

"Yeah." I nodded and walked out of the room with them, but when I came to the hall, the pope suddenly said that there was something to ask Sartres and the others for help. In the end, only me and Shule came out of the church, because Shule was there. So Sartres didn't care much, and he didn't know what was special about black tea or green tea.

"I think Madam didn't just invite me to have tea, right?" These days, I have been restless about one thing.

I don't know how deep his injury is. It looks like he was injured very badly, but he is a blood clan, and his ability is no less than mine. I think this injury should not kill him. Although I have been so convinced, my heart still can't calm down!

As a result, someone used that sentence to draw me here today. I think it must be him. Although there is no intersection between me and him except for his misunderstanding, I just agreed without hesitation.

"Haha! God's wisdom is always shining on Misselia." Grace turned her head and smiled, "Please follow me!"

"Yeah." As she said, she took us to the first floor where the room was last time, but this time it was another room. Stopped in front of the door, "There are two gentlemen waiting for you inside. I think the adults will come, so I want to see them."

"Yeah." I nodded slightly. "Although I don't know why you are related to them, I am grateful for your invitation this time."

"This is my honour! My lord please!" As she said, she personally opened the door for me, but when Shu Le was about to follow me, she questioned, "This lord, you..."

"It's okay, he has always been with me." Since he appeared inexplicably, he has been with me, even when I was resting, he was standing in the room.

"Yes! Then I'm going to prepare black tea for the adults!" With that, Grace left with interest. Seeing her leaving behind, I smiled coldly. Do these humans really respect my God of Light, as Sartres said?

I am increasingly skeptical.

Looking at the half-open door, I settled down and walked in.

They are inside, and I can feel it without her.

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