give me some blood

At the moment before this moment, thousands of miles away, in the outskirts of Benedictine.

Archbishop Lemiève has an unknown hobby, which is to grow flowers.

Cornflowers and roses, irises and dahlias, filled his garden.

His garden, but he has no time to tend it, and cannot be known for his eccentricities, but he still has a garden, on the outskirts of Benedictine, in a basin, without any roads around it, only by magic connected place.

Occasionally, he will stay here, live for a few days, avoid suspicion, prepare conspiracy, hide, pretend to be sick, disappear and heal wounds.

At that time, Archbishop Remy Avan was in the flower garden.

There were very few flowers in the fall, but the archbishop's gardener used some magic tricks.There is a flowering shrub that is not too small, and it is slowly withering.

"Lord Archbishop." Someone disturbed his meditation.

Lan was dressed in light attire, and her hair was not tied up. When she turned her head, her long pale golden hair was slowly blowing into the wind.

"What's the matter?" he asked.

A middle-aged brown-haired man in ordinary clothes was standing in front of him.

"The Pope said that if you don't visit him again, she will reveal your identity." The man's tone gave off a very serious feeling.

"Ha," Lan smiled easily, "let her expose herself and see who will regret it. Are you here just for this?"

"No, what's more," the middle-aged man's attitude was extremely respectful, "the blood clan revealed the news to the Holy See that there are defected vampires in Mazda province."

"The blood clan is in turmoil," Lan said with a cold smile, "those who borrowed my hand to kill them, this clan is really going to decline. Is there anything else?"

"No more." The middle-aged man replied without any change in tone.

"If you have something to say, you don't have to hide it." Lan suddenly spoke again, with something intimidating in his tone.

"The vampire who defected seems to be an important figure among them. He has black hair and black eyes..." There was a sense of hesitation in the man's tone.

"Prince Alhambra Castle?" Lan's tone suddenly lost his composure.

"It's not clearly stated, but the shortest road from the vampire's lair to the Earl of Alhambra..." is through Mazda Province.

There seemed to be the sound of shattering glassware echoing through the flowerbeds.

The butler looked in the direction of the sound, and found that a precious oriental porcelain had exploded there. The butler looked back to confirm the emotion of the person in front of him, but found that the person in front of him had disappeared without a sound.

"Who are you?"

The person in front of him still maintained his youthful appearance, and the passage of time did not leave any traces on him.The body and face are slightly thin, with a slightly morbid beauty.

At first, Lan thought that the person in front of him was joking, because this guy named Mo liked to deceive people since he was a child.

"Who am I? Where is this?" Immediately, there were two more sentences.

"Why don't you speak? Are you dumb?" Another two sentences.

Immediately, Lan felt that Mo really forgot everything in front of him, because his eyes at the moment were pure and spotless, completely different from the guy who smiled and asked him to kill him.

"Don't you know who I am?" Lan tentatively asked the person in front of him.

Shake his head.

The shaking of the head is very loud.

"Who are you?" Lan asked again.

He shook his head again.

"Do you remember anything? Think about it." Lan asked eagerly.

Mo on the opposite side seemed to sense the anxiety in Lan's tone, and trembled in fright, then shook his head slightly and slowly.

"Who... are you?" Mo, or the young man who couldn't be called the real Mo, asked tentatively, with the feeling of a small animal in his tone.

How to answer?Lan froze for a moment.

"I'm Lan." He smiled gently, and said to the boy in front of him, stretched out his white and slender fingers, and stroked the boy's face.

"Lan?" asked suspiciously, then frowned, "Hiss...hot..." Shaking her head, she shook off the hand that was touching her cheek.

"Well, yes, that's the pronunciation, Lan." Lan's heart, along with the icy skin she touched, also became cold.

"You are, Lancelot Twist?" After a period of silence, the boy suddenly asked back.

"Do you remember me?" Lan was full of surprises and a hint of disappointment.

"But, why are you already an adult? How old are you?"

"I'm almost 30 years old this year." Lan replied slowly.

"God, you're 30 years old, what's going on, you're so old, and you're Lan, so who am I?" He continued to ask.

"Have you forgotten who you are?" Lan still smiled.

"Nonsense, if I knew, could I ask you?" The boy made a grimace, his cheeks puffed up.

It seems that it is a child of seven or eight years old.

"You are Mo," Lan replied, with a sigh in his voice.

"I'm Mo, then what? Why am I here? Where is this?" Mo asked.

Lan thought for a while, "Do you remember anything?"

"I don't remember, I don't remember anything." Mo shook his head.

"This is our home, you are mine..." Lan paused, seeming to consider his tone, "Family."

"Ah? What's the relationship between me and you? Are you my brother? It doesn't look like it. The two of us don't look alike at all hahahaha... Are you kidding me?"

At this moment, Lan's heart was struggling crazily.The kind villain and the evil villain fought fiercely, but in the end, the evil villain overwhelmed the kind villain and attacked the kind villain's chrysanthemum.

"No," Lan smiled, the evil villain has already occupied his brain, you are my wife, Lan roared madly in his heart and wanted to say this, but he still held back, he was afraid of changing, "This, You can guess slowly."

"What's the relationship? Half-brother? Cousin? Step-brother? Tell me?" There was a very clear anxiety in Mo's eyes, and he didn't hide it, showing it all.

Lan understood that this was not the guy who had been tortured by fate so hard that he would never give others a chance to love and trust completely. , that boy he fell in love with hopelessly when he was the youngest and youngest.

Marionette, the boy who likes to lie, read fairy tales, follow him, ask him questions, sleep late, and bully other children with him.

Lan couldn't help it.He knew what he wanted most, and he, known to the Holy See for his self-control, could no longer suppress his desire.

He leaned over and kissed the long-awaited lips.Cool, but nice.

Mo was frightened, he didn't resist at all, and he didn't cooperate, he was jerky, this Mo, everything was jerky.

This taste has been waiting for a long time.

"You...you...you...you...you are a pervert!!! You are a pervert who loves men!!! The lord...the lord...the lord said that men and men cannot fall in love..." Mo's expression remained Pale, but at this moment, there is an imperceptible blush on the cheeks, and fear.

"I say you are my family because you are my wife."

Mo was stunned, his mouth widened openly, his jaw was about to drop.

Lan looked at the young man in front of him, and felt that he was the happiest person in the world right now, not one of them.

The author has something to say: I will go all the way to the dark and write the story down~~~~