【Liai】The Blasphemer

The flickering lights on the boat fell on the woman's black veil, her eyes were closed, her hands were spread flat above the wooden table in front of her.The letter paper burned in the iron basin, and the dark black handwriting was slowly swallowed by the flames.When the burning paper turned to ashes, the dark crumbs floated up, rubbed against the palm of her hand, rubbed against the lines of her fingertips, and fell back to the table.

"What did you see?"

The owner of the voice had been sitting quietly on the side just now, his stained coat made him look older than he actually was, but his hair was still tied neatly behind his head, and no tired face could hide the clear eyes in his eyes.

"No wonder Monsieur is in such a hurry to return to London."

As she said so, she gathered the dust that was still warm in the palm of her hand, and let it slip from her fingers, repeating this movement.The yelling of the sailors on the deck gradually faded, and the waves pushed and pushed the fast ship carrying guns and tobacco back and forth.The woman's words were particularly ghostly and mysterious amid the creaking sound of the wooden planks.

"Alan... is he okay?"

"There is still a trace of breath, but if it is not treated in time, it will be hard to escape."

The man was silent, his clenched fists showed his anger, and when he raised his eyes again, his eyes had changed.The relatively wordless time he spends calming down or...planning revenge, the quick switch of the dual personality is flipped when he imagines the scene of his most precious son's life hanging by a thread.

Women have become accustomed to it. On the premise of not bringing personal feelings, wizards never want to intervene in the struggle between "them".She sees and relays the scene, like a deal.Although, in all fairness, she liked the young man who wrote the letter that had just been burned.

"The fog in the illusion mirror is too thick, I can't see the other person's face clearly, sir. But... a name has been mentioned."

"Who?"

"Levi."

1882.4.5London

"It's past zero, it's midnight. Don't you want to have a carnival, Count Levi?"

"It seems that you already know the answer I gave you."

The two bared their fangs, and the breath of the beast before the fight fell like a hurricane.The two black shadows collided and separated in mid-air, flashed in mid-air with fierce moves that could not be distinguished by human eyes, and turned to the roof to chase.

"Have you accepted, the blank letter of war from our clan?"

"I remember the same scene in the last century."

The man responded with a sneer, and Levi chased him hard, but not enough to threaten him.He admired the Earl of the strongest blood clan in the past, and now the king of the most mediocre clan. His eyes were red, and the skin under his eyes was covered with blue blood vessels. The cold hostility in his eyes made people shudder.However, the person who started the war must have confidence in his heart. I saw him taking his time and telling him his contempt.

"Levi, you who don't drink human blood are no longer the beast you used to be. Your vision, sense of smell, and top-level desires at the fangs are all degenerating, becoming docile, content with the status quo, and easy to satisfy. "

"You have to admit that you are not a competent opponent at all."

"So compared to your opponent, let's change back to what a blood clan should be. If we are with our clan——"

The rain stopped.Levi stands on the steeple of the community church, looking from behind him against a dark sky, a blue crescent and the blurred shadow of Big Ben.His face is as white as ceramics, his standing posture is like an elegant sculpture, and his hands are holding the cross, as if looking down on a wonderful scene of the end of the world.

He never remembered that he was a gentle person, until someone's eyes told him that he should do that.

"To shut up."

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When Levi returned to the original street corner, Erwin was walking anxiously in place.Due to a spell that closes all humans' true vision to a specific area, Erwin cannot see what is happening to Allen.But just by the look on Hanji's face, he's sure the situation is bad.They exchanged glances, and Levi squatted down halfway, looking at the shocking wound on the young man's neck.

Alan, who was motionless, seemed to have died. He leaned against the street lamp, and a large flower of manjusawa made of blood bloomed on the front of his chest, and the dark red sweet liquid was still flowing slowly.The person soaked by the rain has blood-stained lips, a straight nose, and a beautiful collarbone from the shirt that has been pulled down. Such a beautiful person is losing his life. This scene is frozen in Levi's eyes .

He knew the feeling of death better than anyone, he knew the night better than anyone.He is not qualified to say that he respects life, and he has no exposed emotions to regret, but is there always a person in his long life who appears without warning and then maintains his personality in his time-stopped body? Ripples are engraved on the heart.He didn't speak any more, picked up the silver dagger that fell aside, and slashed his wrist twice.The skin that was originally recombined quickly did not even have scars.

The blood flow soaked the ground, turning it into a pitch black color.The blood of the two blended together on the road, just like the scene Han Ji met before.It turns out that it is not that one person sheds his blood, but that another person will definitely bleed to save him.He sucked a mouthful of his own blood, then leaned down and forced the other person to swallow with a deep kiss.For some reason, he very much hoped that this comatose person could open his eyes at this moment, and see him kissing himself clearly with those clear eyes.Their two kisses were forced for the first time and unconscious again. The expressions that will not be remembered are more real than anyone can imagine.

"You know the consequences, Levi."

"You don't have to feel guilty, I know you can't save him."

"not me--"

"I'll tell you the same, Erwin."

There are multiple consequences for what she said, and his words will always have the power to swallow all the rebuttals.The night wind was a bit cold, Erwin put his overcoat on Han Ji's shoulders, a reddish-brown carriage stopped beside the two of them, Petra, Gunda and Elder jumped out of the carriage , opened the door to greet the owner.

During the relatively silent time, the scene was covered by the spell, as if nothing had happened, but everything had already begun.London slowly fell into a slumber. The sound of horseshoes at midnight and swarms of bats on the Thames only appeared in the nightmares of young children, but disappeared under the comfort of their mothers.

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"Will it hurt?"

The self in front of him still looked wet, as if he had just landed from the sea, and the blue shirt he lifted still smelled of the sea breeze.Behind him is the rising sun on the horizon, everything is beautiful like a painting.

In the next moment, the scene turned, the setting sun on the high wall was like blood, and the cheering crowd outside the city wall dropped their swords.And the bruised and bruised self slowly fell asleep with a consoling smile, and someone held his hand and silently recited his name, over and over again, just like the most affectionate oath.

Finally, there is the most familiar street scene, the dark fragrance of Victoria permeated in the rain and fog under the moonlight.The soul is a little free, floating in mid-air, looking down at strange memories.There was the fire in the fireplace, the bandaged hands, and the long stairway leading to the bottom of the unknown.

These scenes, these worlds of happiness and sorrow, he is not the only one, there must be someone else.That person was unable to restore his destruction, and accompanied him to be reborn again. What kind of method did he use to meet the person who brought him the strongest emotion in this world this time?

The young man who had slept for a long time woke up from a deep dream. The morning wind lifted a corner of the khaki curtain, and a few meters of morning light poured on the floor.Standing in front of the window was a man in simple white clothes and black pants, with neat short hair.The sun fell on his shoulders, and the soft and gentle lines were sometimes blurred and sometimes clear in his newly awakened pupils.

You can't see the way he burns in the dark under the sun, but even your soul will be deceived by him.

Allen stood up and opened his mouth facing the back of the man, it was like sugar and a knife, he couldn't imagine what kind of tone he finally spoke with, and it seemed that it would take all his strength to pronounce his name.

"Levi."

If you had a kiss that had nothing to do with blood, on an orange sunny day without the mist.