Hunting High School

Stepping over the dark red high threshold, the first thing that caught Matthew Karen's eyes was a huge floor-to-ceiling window.

The windows were closed tightly, and the blood-red velvet curtains were hung on both sides by golden hooks, which looked like a woman's long hair, gentle and moving.

Through the bright windows, you can see the lush and silent forest in the distance, and the bustling Beta Town pedestrian street nearby. Between the pitch and the pitch, the movement and stillness are appropriate, which is fascinating.

Two huge portraits hang on the white stone walls on both sides of the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The man on the left is facing right, sitting obliquely in a large high-backed square chair, as if overlooking the whole world.

On the top of the back of the chair is a vaguely shaped sculpture that looks like an eye; the man wears a dark red cylinder cap, his upper body is wrapped in a dark red velvet shawl, and his lower body is covered in a deep shadow; his The two arms are neatly placed on the arm of the chair, the left hand is pressing a thick hard-covered book, the right hand is naturally drooping, and there is a gold ring on the ring finger. There is a huge gemstone on the ring, and the gemstone cannot be seen clearly. Color, can only vaguely feel a heavy sense of vicissitudes being bound inside.

The man on the right turned to the left, looking mockingly at the upper left sky, with a cynical smile on the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were cold and menacing.

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He wore a blond curly wig that spread out to the left and right, revealing a smooth, high forehead. His face was pale, and a section of the same pale floral ruffled shirt was exposed on his chest. The collar was embroidered with golden patterns, which seemed to be an ancient spell. He was wearing shiny leather shoes, stockings and tight breeches, holding the long sword at his waist with one hand, and holding a tall wooden cup with the rim down, the bright red liquid in the cup was about to drain.

Matthew Karen took a deep breath and bowed respectfully to the two portraits without speaking.

The man sitting on the chair on the left is the patriarch of the Bu Laike family, the oldest of the nobles under the moon, Tony j. Bu Laike; the thick tome he is pressing on his left hand is the oldest rule in the vampire world - "Code of the Moon".

The man holding the sword on the right is the patriarch of revitalizing the contemporary Karen family, the legend among vampires, John Hugh Karen, the wooden cup he casually grasps in his right hand is the most sacred holy grail of the vampires, which is said to hold the original blood of the ancestors container.

The two portraits turned a blind eye to this junior's etiquette, and there was no fluctuation in their eyes. This made Matthew even more admired - it seemed that only in this way could they match their noble status.

He bowed and remained motionless, waiting for the portrait to speak.

"If you are waiting for these two old men to speak, then you can stand up straight." A clear voice broke the silence of the lounge and said with a smile: "This is an oil painting made by mortals, not the work of a magic painter , they are not the shadows of two old men, but just some piled oil paint."

Matthew Karen stood up straight in surprise, and couldn't help but carefully looked at the two paintings again.

Lifelike eyes, vivid expressions, almost the same as real people.

But there is no magic fluctuation in the portrait, it is really just two oil paintings.

"It's a pity to be able to freeze the brilliance of this moment..." Matthew murmured, his eyes full of unbearable.

In his opinion, the person who drew this picture has a talent that even wizards admire, but this talent appears on a fragile mortal again, which makes people sigh.

"So, you came here today just to admire my two paintings?" The clear voice re-opened, teasing.

Matthew Karen finally reacted.

The only one who can speak freely in this lounge is the owner of this room, his famous cousin, Friedman Bu Laike Karen.

Matthew raised his head and glanced quickly.

Not far in front of him, in front of the tall floor-to-ceiling window, there is a large maroon wooden table.

The desk is full of thick magic books, all kinds of exquisite magic instruments, and an hourglass used for timing is happily turning somersaults.

A thick armchair was placed beside the table, and a tall figure was lying lazily on the armchair, shaking slightly. He holds a book in his left hand, and from time to time his right hand reaches for a piece of fruit from the fruit bowl next to him.

At this moment, the owner of the house leaned forward, revealing platinum blonde hair and a pair of light blue eyes.

These eyes happened to meet Matthew's.

Matthew quickly lowered his head.

"It's a great honor to meet you, Sir Friedman." Matthew put one hand on his chest, saluted stiffly, his voice trembling with tension: "On behalf of Earl Angelet Karen and Lindsay Orb Greetings, Countess Lane Karen, and a good day."

Angelet Karen is Matthew's father, and Countess Lindsay O'Brien Karen is Matthew's mother.

For these staid pure-blooded vampire nobles, you can't expect anything useful in their rigid minds other than these tedious etiquette.

Hearing the guest's greeting, the owner of the house helplessly put down the book in his hand, stood up, and walked to Matthew.

"Father and grandparents, I hope everything is well." The owner of the house, Sir Friedman, stood up, held Matthew's hand, and gave him a firm hug.

His tall body blocks the sunlight from the window, casting a heavy shadow in this spacious living room: "Seeing you, I can't help but think of the scene of participating in the winter hunting in Badminton last year. Everything seems to have happened yesterday .”

"Yes, sir." Matthew didn't expect to get such a hug at all, and his face flushed with excitement-this is rare for vampires: "You killed the monster in Worcester Lodge." The demon fox left a deep impression on everyone."

"If you stay in the First University for a few years, I believe you will be able to shock the eyes of more antiques in the family." The jazz said a wisecrack that didn't match his status, and scratched his platinum hair with some annoyance, complaining: "Ah, these dull guys, they won't take the initiative to entertain guests when they come... They have to be sent to the Alchemy Research Institute for modification later."

Matthew looked up in surprise.

"Please forgive me, Cousin Karen, I don't want you to feel that I have been rude before the conversation." Sir Friedman gave Cousin Own a sorry look: "The room is a bit small, and the servants are not professional enough..."

"In the harsh place of First University, it is very difficult to gather a spacious living room and a few well-educated servants... Especially the living room, when you are in the powerful Restrictions of First University, Few people can use superb space magic skills."

"Besides, there are too many school rules, we are not allowed to bring our own servants, so we have to use these dolls to make up."

Matthew showed a dazed look and shook his head again and again, expressing that it didn't matter.

A servant brought a decanter and two burgundy cups containing a bright red viscous liquid.

Another servant moved a high-backed chair decorated with a badge, and at the same time took the coat handed by Matthew, and quietly retreated out.