The Blood Hourglass

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In the next few days, I recovered from being bedridden again, holding the book I couldn't understand, lying on the bed-reading. The person who came to deliver the food became Sartres, but he also just came to deliver the food and greet him, and would leave soon, but I don’t expect him to really understand what I said at the time Or, even if he understands, I don’t expect him to do it.

The text in the book is still so familiar, or more and more familiar, so familiar that I can write down their appearance, and then write them down by hand, but the meaning they represent, I am still the same Don't understand.

Closing the big book in my hand, I simply closed my eyes, because it was useless to read it again, and I still knew and didn't understand.

Since the last game of light and darkness, blood and angels continued, apart from reading, I haven't found a second game, even if it's just used to pass this endless time.

When I was bored, I suddenly thought of the servant who appeared suddenly. It seemed to be called Shu Le, but he was just a silver eye. In terms of strength and status, he was far less powerful than that of Satreus, but I felt his loyalty. Say one is one, say two is two.

But the moment he left did not seem to mean a while.

It was so boring, I got up and put on my robe, my clan badge, and took the book out of the hut. The light outside the house is the same everywhere. Here, the light seems too cheap. In comparison, perhaps the light in the world is more cherished. If you really want to compare these two aspects, I still like the light and dark in the world. Alternation, at least that makes people feel the existence of time, not like now.

Stepping on the unchanging lawn, I chose to walk into the temple for the fourth time, first put the book in, and then went to the back temple to have a look.

When I appeared in the back temple, all the angels present stopped their work and bowed slightly to me. I don’t know if it was because I was the golden eye or the identity of the princess. I just turned and walked blankly. The stairs to the side were the same stairs that went to Farham.

"My Royal Highness... why are you here?" When Farham raised his head and saw me at the door, he was surprised.

"I'm here to see a doctor." As I said, I walked in and glanced at the drowsy angels on the wall and Estelle who was busy doing experiments on the side. "Is she your student?"

"Well, a good student." Farham nodded in satisfaction at Esther, but when he turned around, he looked a little surprised, "but the little majesty said to see a doctor? Are you feeling sick? The angel should It is rare to get sick."

"This..." I pointed to my finger, and then to my heart. Actually, I don't know where the soul is in the body. Finally, I smiled helplessly, "Forget it, I don't know where the problem is, just I have no memory of everything in the past."

"What? No memory?" Farham saw me gesticulating with a grin, but my last sentence completely shattered his smile.

"Yeah." I nodded.

"Why..." Farham stared at me in a puzzled manner, mainly in my eyes.

"If I know, I don't need to come to see the doctor." I reluctantly found a place to sit down and played with a test tube filled with a transparent liquid. When Falham saw it, he took it back nervously, "This is not for fun. of!"

"Then what is it for playing?" I was a little funny, it seems that I can play with everything now, anyway, everything is strange to me, or it can be said to be nothing.

"This!" As he said, Falham threw me a small doll made of cloth, "You can play!"

"You... really treat me as a child?" I shook my head helplessly, and looked down at the rag doll in my hand, which was still a human child.

"To me, you are a child!" He smiled kindly, lowered his head and continued to work.

Seeing that he was not talking, but I hadn't figured out what I wanted to know, so I leaned back in my chair, "Will it cause amnesia after sucking blood?"

"Sucking blood?" He turned his head back abruptly, "What sucking blood? The little majesty is not a blood clan, how can he **** blood!"

"When I was in the world, I drank Celia's blood because of healing." I explained disapprovingly.

"Oh! That's it!" He sighed, and he continued his work again, not looking at me anymore.

"I'm asking you, will this cause my amnesia?" As a result, I had to repeat my question again.

"Probably not, you can **** her blood to heal the injury, at least it means that you are stronger than her, so her consciousness can't defeat your consciousness." He replied calmly.

"No matter how much blood I suck?" I took a step further, although I didn't know how much I drank.

"No matter how much blood you suck!" He was very sure, "She is weaker than you, a drop of blood is weak, ten drops, a hundred drops, even if all hers add up, it is still weak."

"Well, a very reasonable explanation." I nodded.

"Moreover, generally the part of the blood that is drunk does not contain too much consciousness, so it is impossible for those consciousnesses to defeat your original powerful consciousness. Take a step back, even if you drink enough of her blood, her Consciousness defeats your consciousness, then there will be her consciousness in your consciousness, do you have it?" He analyzed in another way.

"I..." I stared at him in astonishment. At this moment, the explanation that Satris once said had become like a remnant leaf in the wind, shaky.

"No? No memory at all?" He put down the things in his hands in surprise, and turned to me, "His Royal Highness has completely amnesia?"

Staring at him like a monster, I turned away uncomfortably, and tossed the rag doll in my hand, "No! At least I still remember my name!"

"It might be because..." Farham said, suddenly stopped, the golden light in his eyes flickered with uncertainty.

"What did you think of?" I turned my head and stared at his eyes curiously.

"Perhaps you should go to Sidi, I think only he can cure your illness!" Farham looked back, picked up the tools again, and continued his work.

"Well, I think so too." So I got out of Farham's laboratory, and halfway down the stairs, I opened the virtual curtain, a thick virtual curtain, because I was going out of heaven.

But when I walked to the exit, I suddenly thought of someone, and couldn't help turning back and heading straight to the noble residence.

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