Lost Seal

The masquerade party has officially begun.

A large group of vampires in suits walked into the small reception room of the villa, and came out in strange shapes within five seconds.

There is an elephant man with a long nose, a nemesis with a dog's head and snake hair and bat wings, a green giant with green stuffing, and a masculine version of Ultraman with a burly figure... all kinds of The shape impacts the vision at the same time, making people overwhelmed.

The only normal two leaned against the railing on the second floor, calmly overlooking the commotion in the high hall, chatting with each other.

Quentin said, "You guys can really play."

Messing said: "Is there no such activity in the Holy See?"

Quentin said, "We have normal taste in dressing."

Mession glanced at the two figures walking down from the third floor: "I didn't expect to hear the Holy Guardian Legion complaining about heaven in my lifetime."

Quentin glanced at Osiah and Ansbilis who were going downstairs from the corner of his eyes, and was stunned.Wearing a pure white robe with gold trim and carrying pure white wings, Osia exudes an unattainable abstinence aura, as if looking at it is also blasphemy, making him think that this is what angels look like.

His side was fascinated by watching, while the patience of the side being watched was on the verge of collapse.

Osia patted the black wings on Ansbilis's back to comfort him: "Don't be angry. You are Mammon now."

Ansbilis sneered: "Metatron is stared at like this, do you think Mammon won't get angry?"

Osia thought of Mammon's boldness when he used the mine as compensation, and thoughtfully suggested: "You can hit him with a steel ball."

Ansbilisi's face was gloomy, and he was planning the scene of smashing Quentin's brains with a steel hammer. Osia didn't wait for the steel hammer in his head to escape, and pulled him to the stairs on the second floor .

As soon as their figures appeared, the noisy living room immediately fell silent.

The wings standing on the stairs, one white and one black, symbolize the two worlds in the sky and the earth. They should be parallel lines that do not intersect each other, but they stand side by side with a sense of agitation, which is surprisingly well-matched.

The looking up eyes of the guests pleased Ansbilis.Announcing the ownership of Osia in front of the whole world has always been Ansbilis' wish. Although their names are firmly bound for one reason or another, it is far from enough for him.What he wants is a relationship that is absolutely clear and unquestionable.

Sensing that Ansbilis' arms around his waist tended to shrink, Osia stepped down the stairs and slipped out of his control.

Ansbilis retracted his five fingers and grabbed the empty space. His face immediately became gloomy. He strode across the two steps, quickly caught up with him, and hugged him again.The two had just walked halfway, when they heard a sudden sneer from the crowd: "Angel! It's really suitable for you, the glory you obtained by betraying the blood race. Is it too wronged for you to condescend to entertain us dark creatures..."

Before he finished speaking, a red-haired vampire playing the role of Santa Claus was pinned against the wall by Ansbilis.

Several blood races put on a fighting stance in an instant, but before they could make a move, they were suppressed by Oscia.

This is the absolute suppression of the high blood race against the ground blood race!

Ansbilis grabbed the red-haired vampire by the throat, and his voice was dangerous and low: "Is my attire suitable for sending you to hell?"

The red-haired blood trembled slightly: "Osia...do you really want to submit to his despotic power?"

The "Osia" that has been active in Europe in recent years is actually the news of Ansbilis, and there are still a few people who know about it.

Ansbilis didn't correct her, but said with an evil smile, "I surrender to my lover, and I have no complaints or regrets."

The red-haired vampire closed his eyes in despair: "You insist on this, I have nothing to say. I just hope that you will think about the companions who were betrayed and assassinated by him before you do it. They are also vampires."

"There's a little misunderstanding here."

Before the situation got out of control, Lawrence came out to clean up the situation, but he was interrupted by Ansbilis in the middle of the sentence: "Before he dies, he should really know who is the murderer of him." Facing the red-haired vampire With dim eyes, he slowed down badly, "I am Ansbilis McKarvey."

The red-haired vampire stared wide-eyed, and suddenly struggled unwillingly.However, the four generations of blood clan had natural suppression on him, making him unable to move even with all his strength.

"Okay." Osiah put his hand lightly on Ansbilis' shoulder.

Ansbilis looked back displeased.

The faces of both sides were blocked by black wings.

……

Oscia tilted her head and showed her face: "We should listen to what he said."

The red-haired vampire's eyes lit up, and he was about to say something when Ansbilis froze his blood and threw it out: "Deal with it."

Messing caught the red-haired vampire, leaned over and said, "Yes."

A few vampires were just about to make a move, but they were suppressed by Lawrence. They could only watch helplessly as the red-haired vampires were carried out like popsicles.

Oscia glanced around the quiet and silent hall, showing a reserved and gentle smile: "Welcome everyone. We have prepared blood from people with different skin colors, including original juice and seasoned blood mixed with wine and fruit juice. Please enjoy it to your heart's content. .”

"That's great. I've always wanted to try whether black blood and white blood are as indistinguishable as Coca-Cola and Pepsi." Edwin joined in.

Winston followed suit: "I'd like a slice of lemon and a shot of brandy."

Lawrence said: "It's unbelievable that such words came from the mouths of Donald Duck and Mickey Mouse."

Winston said, "Are you playing a Heidelberger?"

Lawrence said, "...Zeus."

Edwin said: "It's older than the Heidelbergers, no wonder the face hasn't evolved well."

Lawrence said: "...We have talked enough, don't neglect others. Let's find some guys who are suitable for group ridicule."

The atmosphere was slightly enlivened, as if a stick was stirred a few times in a pool of stagnant water. Although it stirred up ripples, it couldn't change its essential lifelessness.The blood race chatted in twos and threes, but their eyes looked at Ansbilis and Osia from time to time.

Ansbilis was generous enough to be looked at by others, and said with a smile: "Today's masquerade was very good."

Osia: "..." It's basically messed up, where is the good?

Ansbilis said: "No one bothers."

Osia: "..." It's not that it's basically disturbed, but it's definitely disturbed.

Lawrence walked over wrapped in a cloth.

Osia looked at his crude attire: "Are you sure you didn't forget to put on your clothes when you went out, and just pulled a piece of bed sheet on the side of the road?"

Lawrence took out his props: "I hold lightning."

O'Sea said: "Do you think I don't know cardboard?"

Lawrence: "..." What a shame!He swore never to attend any banquet organized by them again!

Ansbilis said: "I hope you won't come to our wedding banquet dressed like this."

Lawrence: "..." A wedding banquet?It seems that it is impossible not to participate. ...It was a bit too harsh just now, before the oath was heard by another person, I decisively retracted it.

Oscia raised her eyebrows: "Wedding banquet?"

Ansbilis smiled and kissed him on the cheek: "I will find an appropriate opportunity to propose."

Oscia said, "I don't think we need it."

Ansbilis' face suddenly fell down: "We don't need it, so who do you think you need it with?"

Seeing that the opportunity was wrong, Lawrence retreated immediately: "I'll come back later."

Osia was afraid that Ansbilis would keep pestering him on this issue, so he stopped him: "What are you going to say?"

"Let go!" Ansbilis was furious and threw Lawrence out.

Ossia frowned: "Calm down."

Ansbilis glared at him fiercely: "You don't want to marry me?"

Ossia said: "We are blood races, so we don't need to pay attention to this."

"As long as you are in love, you will think of this trick!" Ansbilis said angrily.

The two oldest four-generation blood races on the scene went crazy, and the other blood races were so intimidated that they had no power to resist.

Lawrence turned over and before he could stand still, he found bursts of pressure in his body. Many of the seventh-generation blood clans probably couldn't bear it, and squatted down one after another. The blood race seems to be unaffected, but in fact, the body is too stiff to move.

Oscia looked around, and pressed his temple helplessly: "I mean, you should surprise me with this kind of thing, and you shouldn't bring it up in advance."

Ansbilis was not so easily fooled: "Then would you agree?"

Oscia said: "You can look forward to the answer."

Ansbilis looked at him suspiciously.

Oscia said: "If I say it now, won't there be no surprises in the future?"

It turned out to be a surprise, it should be the meaning of promise.

Ansbilis's mood finally changed from cloudy to sunny.

The other blood races felt a lightness on their bodies, they all breathed a sigh of relief, and secretly sighed: As expected of the famous madman in the legend, even holding a masquerade party is so troublesome.

Two farces were staged in succession, which made the blood race lose their intention to continue having fun. They watched in fear, and after Edwin took the lead to say goodbye, they immediately followed suit. Soon the hall was empty, and only Lawrence was left standing firm.

Ansbilis said: "Mesion will clean, and you can too..." He moved his mouth toward the door.

Lawrence said, "I didn't book a hotel."

Ansbilis said: "Mesion can help you."

Lawrence looked at Osiah speechlessly, hoping that he could understand his hint.

Sure enough, Osia said: "There are several guest rooms in the house, if you don't mind..."

"I like rooms facing south." Lawrence not only didn't dislike it, he was simply rude.

Mession looked at Ansbilis, saw that he had no objection, bowed and said, "This way please."

Lawrence followed him up the stairs, halfway there, and suddenly asked while holding on to the railing, "When are you free, can we have a frank talk?"

Ansbilis said, "Wait while we walk the dog."

"When are you going to walk the dog?"

"After we buy the dog."

Lawrence: "..."