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"Snowing……"

This is a place away from the hustle and bustle, shaded by trees, scented with laurel, and with secluded paths.

Under the long corridor covered with dead vines, a young man with long golden hair was leisurely plucking the strings of a Leia. Snowflakes fell on his eyelashes and melted into his deep pupils.

The music stopped, and the young man looked at the snowflakes for a long while. Finally, he stood up gracefully with the zither in his arms, walked along the path to the carved corridor on the other side, and entered a round dome building.

The interior of the hall is quiet and deserted, with countless niches standing silently. The shiny ground reflects the countless stars in the dome, and walking in feels like being in a galaxy.

The young man turned a blind eye and looked up at the alcove. His deep blue eyes were filled with tenderness and the smile on his handsome face was particularly charming.

"Old man, give me money." The young man bowed gracefully and said.

"..."

The hall was silent.

The young man's smile was still as bright as a sunflower: "It's snowing. I want to go to the Isolde Mountains to see the snow."

"No money."

"I have played the piano for ninety-nine days. I should be able to earn about a million crystal coins from my performance, right?" The young man smiled and asked for his salary humbly.

"No money."

"Go and perform to earn money for your journey."

The young man took a deep breath and wondered why he was so stingy!

"I heard that the Sword of Promised Victory has appeared." He said in a deep voice.

"Oh."

"..."

The young man gritted his teeth, snorted coldly, and turned away. If you don't want to give it to me, then don't give it to me. How can Daniel, the great cemetery singer, not have a way to make money? !

Just then, a strong wind blew past my ears.

He subconsciously raised his hand and grabbed the thing that was thrown to him. It was a beautifully bound invitation letter.

He narrowed his eyes, turned his head and said angrily: "You asked me to run errands but didn't pay me. I said don't go too far!"

"Does the invitation affect your going?"

"..."

He clenched his fists, but finally walked out angrily.

A hesitant and low voice rang out in the long silent hall: "Are you really going to let him perform on the street?"

"Not really. He didn't spend a single cent of the money given to him at the last mermaid auction."

"..."

The distant elf forest.

In the Elf King's Court deep in the forest, the tall and straight captain of the guard walked across the vine-woven arch bridge, bypassed the palace beside the water, and finally came to a small flower bed in the back, where an old man in a white robe with pointed ears and silver hair was waving a small hoe and turning the soil with great concentration.

"Your Majesty, it is said that an interesting thing happened in Damocles. When rain and snow met, bone flowers bloomed on the Liangyi Lake in the courtyard." The captain of the guards saluted and said seriously.

"Bone Flower?" The Elf King's brows twitched slightly, and the movement of turning the soil paused for a moment, then returned to normal. "I understand."

"Also, the Dragon Clan will hold a trade fair in the middle of the snowy month..."

"Ah? What did you say?" The old man looked up at him.

The captain of the guard paused, then said, "The young earl of the Agrichi family has not been found yet."

"Give me some flower seeds."

The chief guard took out a packet of seeds and handed it to the old man with both hands without changing his expression, and continued, "Do you want Her Highness Sylph to come back?"

"Come, I'll sow the seeds and you water the soil." The old man slowly opened the bag, grabbed a handful of flower seeds and sprinkled them into the turned soil like bird food.

The chief guard: “…” He silently picked up the shower head next to him.

The lantern flowers on the wall emitted a faint light, and one could barely tell that this was a simple, spacious stone chamber.

Søren Argerich slowly opened her eyes.

He shook the slender chain on his wrist, looking at the dark forbidden runes emerging on the chain, his blood-red eyes filled with coldness.

He didn't know how much time had passed, where he was now, which force had attacked him, or what purpose the other party had in capturing him.

Could it be the Drakov family's revenge on him?

The space in front of him began to fluctuate, and a tall young man walked out leisurely.

He had short black hair and a calm face. There was nothing special about him. He was so unfamiliar that he could hardly suppress the doubts that arose in his mind.

"Human?" He looked at the other person for a moment and spoke hoarsely.

When did he offend the human race?

He had never been to the human world! He had never drunk a mouthful of human blood!

"Hello, little Count Iris." The young man greeted him in a friendly manner, as if he was chatting casually. "It's our first meeting, you may not know me. Let me introduce myself. My name is Mu Qianji."

Seren's blood-red pupils suddenly shrank!

"Human defector, eighth-level alchemist, Eternal Vow Mu Qianji?!"

How did he fall into this guy's hands? !

Mu Qianji smiled and said, "You know me? It's an honor."

He smiled happily at Søren Argerich's shocked and puzzled expression.

"The Drakov family sold you out to the Rosicrucian Society. I was very interested in you, so I intercepted you and brought you here."

He lifted up Sern Argerich's chin and admired his blood-red eyes that seemed to be ready to devour anyone.

"You are such a naive little vampire. The consequence of not ruthlessly killing your enemies is what you are experiencing now. This is a valuable lesson that Damocles will never teach you."

Søren Argerich spoke in a cold tone, emphasizing each word: "Teach."

"Tsk, these eyes are so beautiful, even more beautiful than those mythical eyes, like blood pomegranate crystals without impurities." Mu Qianji said with admiration.

Seren said coldly: "What do you want to do?"

“I heard that your bloodline is very pure and is called ancestral bloodline?” Mu Qianji asked with a faint smile.

He frowned. This was no secret to all the top races.

Mu Qianji raised his hand, and a slender carving knife suddenly fell into his hand.

"I can't get hold of a first-generation vampire. Dissecting you, the one closest to the first-generation vampire, is a good choice."

He flipped the pure black carving knife, placed the tip of the knife against Sren Argerich's forehead, and then stabbed it in little by little.

"Ouch...Mu Qianji!!!" The pain of having his head pierced almost made Seren Agrich grit his teeth.

"You...if you destroy my origin core, my research value will be reduced by half!" Seren gritted his teeth, his body trembling with severe pain.

Mu Qianji said calmly: "It doesn't matter. I can reshape it for you if you need it."

He pinched Søren Argerich's chin with one hand and slowly stabbed the knife with the other, his face was calm and his hands were very steady.

"Stop!" A ghost-like slender sword stabbed from behind, and it was intended to cut off the opponent's wrist! Mu Qianji let go of the carving knife, clamped the tip of the sword, and looked at the newcomer, with a look of impatience after being disturbed.

"Carlisle Nolan, are you annoying?" Mu Qianji said in a cold voice.

Carlisle Nolan looked at the pure black carving knife on Seren's forehead, his brows knitted into a knot. He took a deep breath and said, "Leave him to me."

Mu Qianji taunted, "Why did you want to save him earlier? Now that he's in my hands, it's too late!"

To snatch food from the tiger's mouth? Ha.

"I am also a vampire. I will do research for you." Carlisle Nolan pursed his lips and looked at Mu Qianji seriously.

"You are of no research value." Mu Qianji glanced at him with a cold expression.

"..."

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Seren Argerich slowly raised his head, his bloodshot eyes full of pain, and he looked at the silver-haired vampire and murmured, "Brother Carlisle..."

Carlisle Nolan closed his eyes, suppressed the murderous intent surging in his chest, and looked at Mu Qianji calmly: "Who else do you want? I'll capture him and exchange him with you."

Mu Qianji stroked his chin and asked with interest: "You have betrayed the blood race, but you still care about your own people so much?"

He narrowed his eyes and said coldly: "Can you still attack your own people?"

"I can!" Mu Qianji said happily.

Carlisle Nolan was silent for a moment: "...Xi Sui'an?"

“No, no, no,” Mu Qianji raised his finger and shook it, “Let’s keep her in natural conditions for observation for now, and we’ll talk about it later.”

He was puzzled for a moment. Apart from Xi Sui'an, that special human, who else could attract this guy's attention?

Mu Qianji smiled and said, "Have you heard of the ship's doctor on the Liberty, the little one?"

Søren Argerich suddenly raised her head, her pupils constricted!

Zhong Heng, whose human soul and alien consciousness coexist in one? ! How could Mu Qianji notice him? !

"He's your classmate, right?" Mu Qianji said softly after seeing Seren's reaction, "It's just right that I'm here to free my people."

"No," Søren Argerich gritted his teeth, "He is innocent!"

"Okay, I'll catch him and bring him to you." Carlisle Nolan said calmly, "During this period, you can't do anything to him."

"Okay, but I won't let him go." Mu Qianji said with his hands in his pockets and smiled.

Carlisle Nolan stepped forward, raised his hand, grasped the pure black carving knife, carefully pulled it out, and then threw it out without looking back.

Seren Argerich stared at his former fellow who was familiar yet unfamiliar to him, and suddenly bit the other's shoulder. His sharp bloody fangs instantly pierced a bloody hole!

Carlisle Nolan shook his head without changing his expression: "Put away your little milk teeth that haven't grown in yet."

“……” Seren Agris loosened his teeth, turned his head, closed his eyes and said nothing more.

Carlisle Nolan turned around and passed by Mu Qianji: "Wait."

Mu Qianji turned the carving knife between his fingers a few times, not paying attention to the cold words thrown at him by the other party.

"This is a bit boring. Okay, I'll find something to do." Mu Qianji didn't even look at Seren Agrich. He turned around, passed through the stone wall and disappeared into the stone chamber.

Silence returned to the stone chamber. Seren Argerich opened his eyes, wiped the blood from his lips, and a hint of doubt flashed across his eyes.

"Ahh~"

Xi Sui'an, wearing a black college robe, sat in Ilowen's alchemy workshop, listening carefully to what Ilowen said about precautions.

Iloven heard her sneeze, and he took out a small piece of red crystal from his ring and threw it at her: "Aren't you too fragile?"

Xi Sui'an took it and put it in his pocket. He was wrapped in warmth and secretly sighed that the lava crystal was really an excellent product for keeping warm.

She said faintly: "I think it's because someone is talking about me behind my back."

The corners of Ilowen's mouth twitched slightly. Sometimes the metaphysical statements from humans could really leave him speechless.

He rubbed his forehead: "Did you remember all the precautions I told you about?"

"remember."

"Don't get involved in the disputes between the dragons and dwarves. Don't intervene without permission. For large transactions, ask Li Qing to help you bargain. Be polite when you meet other alchemists whose background you don't know. But if they are crazy, we don't need to indulge them..."

Seeing Xi Sui'an carefully summarizing and repeating what he had just said, Yi Luowen nodded with satisfaction.

"Very good, we have to leave early, we will leave tomorrow, you can go back and pack your things."

Xi Sui'an let out a breath and ran away without stopping.

"Okay! I'll go back and clean up now~"

Iloven looked at the little human girl in front of him who disappeared in an instant, and couldn't help rolling his eyes as he returned to his alchemy laboratory.

"Professor Ilovin." A clear voice with a respectful tone rang out in the laboratory.

Ilowen was just about to go to the cafeteria to stock up on some cakes to take away. He was stunned for a moment when he heard the words and looked up at the person who came: "Is it Sylph? What are you doing here?"

Sylph looked at the half-elf alchemist in front of her, her eyes flashing with complexity. She bent down and said, "I want to ask you what happened to the bone flower before? Did the dead dean come back to life?"

Iloven was stunned, his eyes fixed on the silver-haired, pointed-eared girl in front of him. If the lifespan was converted slightly, Sylph's age might be younger than the human Xi Sui'an.

He couldn't help but sigh: "Don't worry about things that you shouldn't worry about." He didn't even have the energy to think about things that had little to do with him.

Sylph clenched her fist and said seriously, "You know my purpose for coming to Damocles has never been pure."

Iloven's eyes faded: "Sylph, I hope you know that I am now a professor at Damocles."

Sylph curled her lips: "But you are also from the royal court..."

"Okay, you have to remember to stop when enough is enough." Iloven said lightly.

Sylph paused, then said dejectedly, "Yes..."

Iloven glanced at her and said, "The old guy is still here, don't worry about it."

Sylph was silent for a long time, and finally said hesitantly, "Then... can I go to the alchemical materials fair with you? I want to see the Sword of Promised Victory from the elves. If possible, I want to bring it back to the royal court."

Ilowen raised his eyebrows but did not refuse: "Okay." It's the same whether you release one sheep or a flock of sheep, or even one more.

"Then I will go and ask for leave from Professor Agatha now. You must wait for me!" Sylph clenched her fists, her expression a little excited, and turned around and ran straight to the medical room!

Seeing this, Iloven smiled briefly and walked out of the laboratory slowly.

After a heavy snowfall, the entire academy fell into a gentle tranquility, not as noisy as usual.

He was walking alone on the way to the cafeteria when he suddenly felt something. He looked back and saw a young man looking at him from above the ancient banyan tree.

Iloven smiled and said, "We should be able to catch the Spring Festival Banquet when we come back."

"Then go early and come back early."