White Lotus and White Moonlight

"Why haven't your people come yet?"

In the forest, a man in a black cloak asked Donald in a hoarse voice.

With a humble smile on Donald's handsome face, he bowed and said, "Don't worry, Shirley is a punctual person, she will not be late." Having said that, he raised his arm and took a look. On the wrist watch, if the minute hand on it is still one square away, it will jump to the six position.

If anyone sees this watch, they will be surprised, because this is a big red watch, looks like a hot, no matter from any angle, Donald's style will not match.

Hearing what he said, the black cloak sneered, "Man?"

Donald smiled unchanged, as if he hadn't heard him at all.

The second hand turned twelve, and the minute hand happened to jump to the sixth position. Just as the black cloak was about to ask Donald again, the feeling Donald turned around and looked in the direction of the forest.

A slender figure walked out from the shadow of the dense forest.

She wore a simple black cloak. The large cloak covered her body. Her face was hidden in the hood, only a white chin was exposed. However, such a small amount of nakedness was enough. Reminiscent of what kind of beauty would be hidden under the cloak.

"Am I late, Donald?" she asked softly, with indescribable arrogance in her voice, as if she was asking her own servant, but she did it so naturally that it made people unable to give birth to anything. The disgust comes.

Donald felt that Shirley was a little different today, but he couldn't tell where it was different.

He came over with a smile, "Of course not, my dear, you came just right."

Grace nodded slightly, and did not accept his words, but raised her eyes and looked at the people in the dense forest.

Although they wore black cloaks and their faces were hidden in their hoods, the bright breath of them couldn't be concealed in any way.

"Did you find any traces of the Dianniang system?"

"It feels like it's nearby, but I don't know where it is."

When Grace and the Jinjiang system were looking for the Dianniang system, Donald began to introduce people from the Holy See for Grace. Grace knew that among the people who came, there was a Cardinal, the second only in the Holy See. In the presence of the Pope.

No wonder that in the plot given by the Jinjiang system, Holt would actually die in Donald's hands. If a cardinal was present, it would make sense.

only…

Her gaze turned around on the smiling Donald. No matter what, it is impossible for the Cardinal to pass Holt into Donald's hands, but the plot provided by the Jinjiang system says that Donald has absorbed Holt's blood. , It seems that Donald still has a back player in all likelihood, just don't know what it is.

This made Grace feel vigilant in her heart.

…

Until the cardinal and Donald finished talking about his plan, the Jinjiang system still failed to find a mother system in Donald, but it was certain—

"The point girl system must be on Donald, I feel it."

The Jinjiang system can't describe what it feels like. After knowing that the Dianniang system is in this world, when it sees Donald, it feels that there must be some connection between the Dianniang system and Donald.

Grace attributed it to the induction between the same kind.

"But the Dianniang system seems to have lost consciousness. I don't know what's wrong with it. If it is conscious, it will definitely respond to my call."

Grace squinted her eyes, her gaze caught Donald’s attention, and the latter caringly said to her: "Shirley, what's wrong? Is there anything wrong?" He raised his hand and looked at himself, just showing the bright red on his wrist. Watch.

"There seems to be something wrong with his watch. Go and check it." After instructing the Jinjiang system in her heart, Grace shook her head and said to Donald: "It's nothing, let's go in."

The plan is very simple. If you want to deal with Holt, the right time, the right place and the right people are indispensable.

The cardinal has arrived, the people are there, the sky is not bright yet, and the time is not enough. As for the location, this is the mission of Grace and Donald on this trip.

The two are responsible for putting the Holy See's sacred objects into all corners of Holt Castle. The sacred objects will form a formation to increase the power of light in the entire castle. While weakening Holt, it will increase the Holy See's side. strength.

Grace and Donald carried a package alone and headed towards Holt Castle.

Donald and Shirley once got a way to hide their breath because of an adventure, which can prevent them from being perceived by others, even vampires. This is why the two of them can repeatedly attack vampires successfully.

Although Grace didn't know their method of hiding their breath, as a vampire who could perfectly disguise herself as a human, this method could not be simpler for her.

After entering the castle, she and Donald went in the same direction.

After determining the approximate location, Grace turned over from a window. She turned around and closed the window and unscrewed the door. Outside the door was a deep corridor.

At the end of the corridor, there is a retro red door.

Raise your hand and push away.

The warm light spilled out from the inside out.

This is a room without windows. It is rare in a castle where almost every room except the basement has a large or small window.

The tall bookshelves almost reached the ceiling, and the glass showcases were filled with all kinds of big tomes. The man sitting at the table with his head heard the movement and raised his head, like three thousand years, showing a kindness. Smile.

"Grace, you are here."

The package containing the sacred artifacts was thrown on the ground by Grace. She ran to Holt sitting on the chair quickly, knelt down in front of him, and put her head on his knees. The cloth clung to her cheeks, her voice attached, "Dad."

"My dear little princess," Holt whispered, "you are finally back."

This sentence made Grace's eyes sore, she almost shed tears.

She understood Holt's words.

"sorry Sorry…"

Grace kept saying.

The memory of recovery brought her not only pain but also guilt.

After she became a half-vampire, Holt tried everything he could to make her human again.

However, after she learned that Holt was a vampire, she was full of disgust towards him.

She even said to Holt that I hate you.

Whenever I recalled Holt's uncomfortable and crying eyes when he heard these three words, Grace felt her heart burned on a fire.

How could she say that?

How could she say this to Holt who loves herself so much?

"I'm sorry..." she whimpered.

Holt lifted her up and gently wiped the tears from her face.

"My little princess, you never have to say sorry to me."

Holt looked at the girl who was crying out of breath, and the memory seemed to be back three thousand years ago.

He still remembered what Grace looked like when she was born. She was small, skinny, like a little monkey. Her mother's condition was very bad. The doctor who delivered the baby even said that she would not live for three months.

However, she survived strongly.

When she was a child, Grace was always very quiet, especially after her mother died of the disease. She often sat in the study for a whole day. He was busy in the study with the affairs of Holt Manor, and she stayed silently. By his side.

It wasn't until he took over the manor from the old Holt that he gradually became familiar with the Holt family's business and was able to spare more time to accompany her, and a cheerful smile gradually appeared on her face.

But most of the time, she is very quiet.

Sitting quietly in the study or somewhere, quietly attending classes, quietly enjoying flowers, rarely loses temper, only when he tells her stories, will he look a little alive.

She likes the story of warriors slaying dragons, believes that justice can always defeat evil, likes to listen to vampire hunters defeating evil vampires, and always dreams of becoming an invincible warrior one day.

Holt didn't tell her, you are a little girl, all you have to do is to be like most young ladies, behaved and beautiful, like a rose in a vase, just waiting for your future husband to appreciate it. He told her that you are a warrior, you are a princess, and you are an omnipotent and invincible queen.

He made her look forward to such a future for fourteen years.

It broke in one day.

Accepting the temptation of demons for immortality and becoming a vampire has been torturing Holt.

He thought more than once, if he hadn't reached a contract with the devil and became a vampire, would Grace meet the last vampire transformed by his descendants around the castle, or would he not become a semi-vampire.

She will grow up like an ordinary little girl, ordinary love, ordinary birth of children, and then live a happy life, ordinary death.

Instead of becoming a half-vampire, torturing himself repeatedly in the desire and disgust for blood, even becoming a slave of desire, killing the closest people, and perpetuating pain.

He was very fortunate that he finally turned Grace into a human being, even though he had waited for it for three thousand years.

From hope to despair.

But seeing Grace now, he felt that everything was worth it.

There was a knock on the door, and Holt wiped off Grace's tears and dropped a kiss on her forehead.

Grace was a little embarrassed, wiped her tears, put on her hood again, and hid all her red eyes and nose inside the hood.

"Enter."

The person who came in was Adelaide, and he reported to Holt about the outside of the castle.

In this night attack, Grace did not anticipate the arrival of the Cardinal, but she had already given Holt an early warning, so Holt still had two dukes left—it should have been here at this time. Adelaide and Julian, who had worked for him thousands of miles away, were both in the castle at this time.

"A cardinal, it's his turn to be presumptuous on my turf anytime," Holt sneered, turning his head to look at Grace and his eyes were extremely gentle. He held her in her worried gaze. Kissed her hand lightly, "Don't worry, my little princess, my life must be reserved for you."

Adelaide folded his chest with one hand and saluted Grace, "Me too."

Holt glared at him, "This is my daughter."

Adelaide looked at Grace without blinking, her ruby-like eyes, with sincerity written no longer.

Grace looked at Adelaide.

This experiment created by Holt to transform her was cruelly parked for more than three thousand years at the age of fourteen.

Speaking of it, it can be regarded as her responsibility.

She heard herself whisper: "Okay."