Every time I wake up, I take the blame for the villain

72. Count Dracula (III)

He left early.

And because of his strange behavior of tasting the decorations, the ladies added another adjective before praising him.

Mrs. Thule said to her daughter, "Oh, dear Bena, did you see it?... He is really a strange earl."

Bena sighed softly, "Mother, didn't you just praise him for being perfect and impeccable?"

Mrs. Thule blinked, and a look of sudden enlightenment appeared on her beautiful face, "Yes, he is so perfect, Bena, you should take action."

Bena was upset by her, "Okay, mother. I think we should think about how to get you home safely."

They talked with a smile.

At this banquet, there are very good-looking faces and noble status, but there are not many blood clans who have both good-looking faces and noble status.

The Thule mother and daughter are very attractive.

For example, now, Grand Duke Sweet has come over with a glass of wine.

He bent down and stretched out his hand in a snow-white glove, "Beautiful lady, may I invite you to dance?"

Bena's light red eyes flashed a hint of hesitation. Because she didn't want to dance with anyone now.

Mrs. Tuler put down her hand and handed Bena out, "Good child, an elegant lady should not refuse a gentleman's request. Have fun, I wish you a pleasant night."

Bena lifted her skirt and bowed, with a standard smile on her face, "Of course, Mr. Sweet. It's my honor."

...

Jiang Chen has returned to the room.

A person who has just woken up will always get a little consideration.

This is also common in this tribe.

And the elegant host chose to leave early, and the men present were actually very happy.

Jiang Chen leaned against the velvet chair, and he was now a little bit of panic that was almost imperceptible.

If he was a little careless, he would ignore it, but Jiang Chen has always been meticulous. And he is always very sensitive to some of his emotions.

These inexplicable emotions come from the perception of danger.

Panic.

This is a rare feeling.

For a vampire without a heartbeat.

But it is very dangerous.

A creature without a heartbeat that can hardly be called a living creature has feelings about the heart. How abnormal this is. At least for him, this is not the meaning of the heartbeat of the countess in the ballroom.

But he can't figure out what the danger is.

This unknown uneasiness makes him a little irritable.

The flame in the fireplace is still burning, making crackling sounds.

Jiang Chen sits quietly, his pale face is a little redder by the fire.

It's ridiculous, isn't it, a cold corpse, sitting here to warm himself by the fire.

The lights downstairs are bright, and all kinds of sounds keep coming into the ears.

Noise, and all kinds of courtesy.

Jiang Chen thought it would be like this until the end of tonight.

There is a little difference.

"The glory of the Lord shines on the world."

When this alternative sentence sounded in the general sound of making friends and greetings, people couldn't ignore it even if they wanted to.

Jiang Chen frowned.

A clear voice.

A holy breath dispelled the darkness.

This chanting originally carried a warm breath that made people feel relaxed, but this breath seemed so inappropriate at this time.

"Disgusting dark heretics, fallen ones, are you ready to be purified by the Lord!"

Not hurried or slow, inexplicably confident.

When this voice reached his ears, Jiang Chen's fingertips were on the carved wooden table covered with a black hellfire tablecloth.

He had to stand up. A guest came, and it was a difficult guest to send away.

But he was a little tired and a little hungry now.

Just based on these two distinctive prayers, he knew who was coming.

The people of the Church.

The dance also came to an abrupt end at this moment. The blood race has always had good hearing, and some people in the ballroom began to observe the development with interest.

...

Sure enough, there will be no peace for two days.

Sure enough.

Jiang Chen didn't know if he should be more indifferent to this.

He pushed open the carved wooden window, turned over and jumped down.

The castle was clearly several meters high, and his room was on a high floor, but he landed safely.

One of the abilities of the blood race is agility.

The wind brought a rotten smell, and the low-level guards outside the castle were dead.

He looked at the person who came.

The other party was wearing a white windbreaker with gold thread, holding a harp in his hand.

Clear blue eyes, golden short hair.

A member of the Church, and a person of high status.

The aura of the whole body made people who were used to darkness frown unconsciously.

The person who came had a gentle smile on his face, "Are you the heretic who has awakened recently?"

This condescending tone.

While he was speaking, he was also looking at the fallen prince.

Obviously, he was worthy of his status as a prince. Noble and elegant, and there was no trace of evil eroded by darkness. If it weren't for the completely black hair and eyes, it would be hard to imagine that he was a fallen angel. He has a handsome appearance that is no less than any of the carefully selected believers in the Holy See and nearly perfect elegant court etiquette. He is noble and impressive.

Yes, before he did those wrong things that he shouldn't have done, he was a prince who guarded the country after all. Although he looked delicate and elegant, like a scholar who couldn't fight at all, Wright would not forget the information he read in the classics. This fallen man was the successor of the dragon knight guarding under the Lord, and the first combat force of the Dragon Knights.

But that was four hundred years ago.

It's a pity that if he hadn't restrained his lust and had an affair with a princess who didn't believe in the Lord during his tenure, he would have had a bright and historic future.

Now all possible glory has been destroyed in the darkness along with his betrayed soul.

When Wright thought of this, he suddenly felt a bit of pity in his heart. He spoke to the prince who, in his eyes, had lost himself in a tone of compassion and forgiveness for his followers, "... You were once the place of light, why did you fall into darkness so easily? Come back, the Lord will purify your soul, you will be redeemed from the hands of the devil, the son of the dragon who was once loyal to the Lord, do you want to bury your honor of Tsepesh forever?"

Fragments of memory kept flashing, and these words seemed to be a primer, messing up the memories that Jiang Chen had just sorted out. He felt a sharp pain in his mind, and felt a little dizzy and nauseous. His face had turned from pale to pale, and his fists clenched unconsciously, revealing the characteristics of the blood clan. The slender nails pinched into the flesh until blood flowed out.

It was just a name...

Is the original owner's obsession with the knight and the princess so deep?

Ridiculous!

Jiang Chen calmed down a little, and the bright red in his eyes gradually disappeared. Where in the world can you have the best of both worlds? Let him get the beauty and let him be his Knight of Light Dragon? That's too greedy.

These few words shook the subconscious of this body. Where is the determination to save the princess at the cost of many lives?

It's ridiculous!

"Welcome to the guest, please leave." Jiang Chen glanced at him, and then stopped looking at him, completely ignoring his words. In a very normal tone, the host invites guests, "What? Do you really want to come to this castle and get drunk?"

This naive priest or saint from the Holy See, whose life has always been only praying to God, obviously did not understand the restraint in this look.

As a soul that grew up in the East, he was restrained. And this restraint was something that this naive host could not understand.

So he just frowned, with obvious disgust in his eyes, and began to defend his faith, "God is above! Who wants to get drunk with you dirty demons!"

Jiang Chen tilted his head, and the smile on his face did not change. "Dirty? When you come to my castle, don't be so shameless."

"My name is Light Sixes." His yellowed eyebrows frowned fiercely, obviously very dissatisfied with his words. He recited a sentence, "The dead are gone, why are they resurrected? Lingering in the world, sinful."

Undoubtedly a fanatical believer.

He plucked the strings, and the clear sound of the piano came.

The snow-white and bright light flowed from the fingertips.

Jiang Chen raised his hand, and a group of black shadows rose from his fingertips. They flapped their wings and hit the holy light.

The two sides faced each other and dissipated.

The darkness filled again. His breath seemed to change from a humble gentleman to a dark demon in an instant.

This breath obviously made the messenger of light very uncomfortable.

His expression showed a bit of annoyance, and he pointed his index finger at Jiang Chen, "I was deceived by you, and I was still thinking that the Lord would forgive your sins! Your breath is so dark, heretic, quickly accept the purification of the Lord's glory!"

His hand plucked the strings.

Jiang Chen suddenly felt uncomfortable facing such a completely brainwashed person.

Although they are now in an uncomfortable opposition.

To be frank, his bright face is really not matched with his foolish inner self.

Of course, if reciting the Bible and praising God can be considered a kind of connotation, then he is not a fool.

Jiang Chen, he has gone through many ages.

Surprisingly, no matter what world, there will be some so-called defenders who happily come to clean up the so-called rebellion and evil demons.

Sadly, Jiang Chen is always the one who is prepared to be cleaned up.

And his body has indeed done all kinds of wrong things and committed great crimes. This point cannot be refuted at all.

Then, the so-called rebellion and evil demons are all him, waiting for the world's criticism.

What he will face is life and death, or endless atonement for his body.

If it was his fault, he would not resist like this. It was not his fault, but he had to pay it back in the end.

There are many people in the world who cannot tolerate a little injustice. If they have a little responsibility that they should not bear, they will feel very wronged.

But Jiang Chen, who thinks he is wronged?

No one at all, everyone thinks he deserves it.

A group of things with eyes but used as decorations.

Jiang Chen's mood suddenly became heavy. This is a terrible feeling. I haven't thought about it for decades.

He is still elegant, but his unsmooth brows show his impatience at the moment, "Mr. Wright, how many lives do you have?"

Wright was slightly stunned. He didn't quite understand the meaning of this question.

Jiang Chen said in a calm tone, "Who gave you the courage to come to this castle to make trouble at this time?"

His voice was low, but surprisingly had an attractive rhythm.

Wright's mind was confused for a while, and the harp buzzed, awakening him. He shouted, "You are really hopelessly corrupt! Your illusion is completely useless!" He reacted to the question he was asked before, and proudly answered, "Of course it is the omnipotent master!"

Jiang Chen's eyes fell on the harp, "Are you really persistent in wanting your master to sacrifice for light?"

Wright immediately continued, "This is the honor of every clergyman! This direction is the goal that every clergyman strives for!"

Jiang Chen showed a bit of sarcasm on his face, "Really?"

The darkness became thicker.

Countless black shadows invaded, and the thick fog was humid.

It spread over the hills, paths, and forests.

Come to this dark castle.

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