Rebirth-First Class Magician

The dark-haired man's voice was not heavy, and it seemed to have long been known that Asa's hearing was excellent, even at such a long distance.

Looking at the teenager who suddenly stopped in front, the arc of the lips of the dark-haired man kept increasing.

"You know my name?" The boy's voice was still hoarse, but very coherent.

Asa cautiously looked at the man under the tree in the distance, with his right foot stepping back.

"Of course, you are my master." The elegant man bowed slightly, his smooth black hair fell down, and Asa could only see the tall bridge of his nose.

"the host?"

"I don't remember who I am." With his eyes full of vigilance, Asa's left foot did not consciously take a step back.

"What do you want? Or, what do you want from me?"

"If you have that serpentine necklace on your neck, then you are indeed the purpose of my trip." The black-haired man straightened up, looked up at the first sun, and smiled mildly.

"As for it? I just want to pick you up and go home. My identity can be explained on the road, but if we delay, we will have to wait for the sun to come down." The slow approach approached Asa and retreated nervously. A few steps.

The black-haired young man just tilted his head and sniffed the air. "What's more, your body is now full of unpleasant odors. Do you really want to wash them at night?"

"——"

Asa sat alertly in the corner of the back seat of the car, as far away as possible from the dark-haired man who drove.

"You don't have to be so nervous, I'm just responsible for the teaching of the young bloodlines." Explaining without looking back, the dark-haired young man was holding the steering wheel and driving very carefully.

"By the way, my name is Samer-your housekeeper."

"Sammer." Asa nodded, repeated after grabbing the doorknob, and asked carefully, "Do you have a driver's license?"

"..." The dark-haired man frowned. "Are you sure you have memory loss?"

Asa looked at the sidewalk tree slowly receding outside the window. "I just don't have the memory I used to, but that doesn't mean I don't have common sense."

Samer raised his eyebrows and said in a voice that only he could hear, "Do you really have too many memories?"

"What did you say?" Asa turned to look at the man in front.

"It's nothing."

Asa frowned at the slowly retreating street trees, her mind was filled with all kinds of uneasiness, some for the future, some for the past.

Is this person really saying what?

He didn't know why he would follow this person, maybe because the other party might know his past, maybe because the pastors said they were going to contact the church in London, and it might be really dangerous to be alone outside.

Whatever the reason, he ended up believing in the person and following him away.

"Why did I wake up from the cemetery, did all the babies crawl out of the cemetery? Are you also a blood race? Or—a vampire?" The boy dragged his sticky nasal voice, lining the cold voice as if Coquettish.

"Your constitution is special, and you need to suppress the other forces in your body with the dead air of the cemetery. By the way, do you feel it? The slight repulsive force in your body." Samer said nothing about himself.

"Slight? The blood I drank last night made me almost spit it out." Asa answered with a frown, apparently remembering those bad memories about last night.

--squeak.

The harsh sound of the brakes suddenly stopped the slow car.

The dark-haired young man frowned, and asked gloomily, "Did you **** blood? Whose?"

Asa was also shocked by the extreme reaction of the other party, and didn't want to blurt out and answered, "Yesterday I was very hungry and bit a gravekeeper."

Looking at the blue veins bursting from the other's hand holding the steering wheel, Asa's back broke into a stiff line, for fear that the other would launch a sudden attack on him.

"Isn't it normal for the blood to devour blood?" His body leaned forward slightly, his sharp jaw slightly hooked, and Asa straightly faced the gloomy red gold pupil of Upper Samar, trying to find a flaw in his expression--

Conceal his flaws.

The atmosphere was getting more and more tense. Just as Asa thought Samuel was about to start, the gloom on his face suddenly disappeared, and his face smiled mildly. "Of course it's normal, but the pups' stomachs are more fragile. , Drinking special blood. "

While talking, the pupils of pure gold glowed with inorganic cold light, obviously the other party's mood was not pleasant.

"Really?" Asa stared at each other's pupils, trying to see something from his offensive smile.

"You also said that it was uncomfortable after drinking yesterday." Samer resolutely determined that the slender phalanx beat the steering wheel rhythmically.

Asa tilted her head to recall the situation after eating yesterday, and her body unconsciously flinched. "What is that special blood? Tomato juice?"

Samer raised an eyebrow and did not answer immediately.

-Click

It wasn't until the car was driven by the engine that it was slowly moving forward. Samael said softly, "Of course it is my blood, otherwise what do you think the housekeeper wants?"

"Are you a blood slave supported by the blood race?" Asa relaxed her nerves and asked carefully, for fear of touching the other's sensitive nerves.

Blood slaves are not good words.

"Blood slave?" Samer looked straight ahead and laughed softly. "Are you there?"

The joyful laughter suddenly stopped, and Samer frowned at the rearview mirror. "How do you know blood slaves? Are you sure you don't remember anything?"

Asa frowned and remembered, "The blood slave was heard from the gravekeeper."

Samer nodded thoughtfully and drove intently.

Asa looked at the slowly retreating street tree outside the black window and froze. If he wasn't afraid of the sun, he would rather walk, which is too slow!

The sun in the sky had risen to the middle, and the cars around it slowly increased. After Samuel drove a corner in the car, Asa saw the metropolis full of prosperity.

Looking at the increasing number of people and vehicles on the road, Asa began to become restless. "Is this London?"

"Yes, it's rare good weather in London today." Samael glanced at the boy in the mirror and showed a decent smile: "You are lucky."

Asa didn't seem to hear his teasing, frowned and asked, "Is there any other blood in London?"

Rather than chatting with each other, he wants to get some information out of Samuel's mouth.

"A lot of blood races are here, isn't the weather suitable for blood races?" Waiting for the red light, Samer ’s fingers knocked on the steering wheel rhythmically. "Although adult blood races can move in the sun, but The dazzling sun still troubles them, and the fog is just right for them. "

When Asa heard the second sentence, he looked up sharply and stared straight at the sun blocked by the window. "Can I do that too? How long is the bloodline's childhood?"

"Of course you can. Each bloodline has different childhoods. The generation of pure bloodlines has the shortest childhood and the strongest ability to resist light. These pure bloodlines have a scary ability as adults."

Asa looked down at the clothes on her body, and then looked at the fashionable clothes on passers-by. "But I seem to have been in the cemetery for many years, and I haven't passed through my infancy, so what generation am I?"

When the green light was on, Samal started the car and replied with a chuckle, "This will bring your father who was first embraced to ask." Samal just finished, and the right side of the car whistled past a car. In the red convertible, the blond young man in the car is facing the **** towards Samer ...

Asa turned to Samael and calmly said, "You're really too slow to drive. Why not change me?"

"..."

The huge Land Rover crawled slowly and was continuously overtaken along the way. Asa looked at the pedestrians who had been walking in front of them outside the window and shut up completely.

After turning a corner in Samer, pedestrians and vehicles around it suddenly decreased, and the whole street was lined with many classic and chic houses.

But some yards were luxuriously repaired, while others were overgrown with weeds.

"This is Bishop Street in London's North End, and our home is in front of it." Samer casually ticked his jaw towards the side of the road.

Asa didn't know the house prices in London, but looking at these huge single-family houses, he also guessed that these houses should be valuable.

Asa looked at the ornate building that was going backwards and calmly said, "It seems luxurious here. Is it a dormitory distributed by the blood tribe?"

Samael didn't look back, but he spoke in a strong tone. "Remember, this is your home, alone!"

Asa didn't have a sense of belonging to the home in Samal's mouth, and raised his eyebrows, "Does every cub have a housekeeper to take care of him? And, who am I?"

Samael stopped the car and stared back at Asa with a serious face. "Of course, ordinary low-level cubs will not have a dedicated housekeeper. As for you, you are probably tired of playing outside, just found your soul . "

Asa turned to look at the dark window and the beautifully decorated house in the courtyard. I don't know why he felt a strong sadness from Samer's scarlet golden eyes, wrapping him like a dark fog.

-Just found the soul of home, right?

The atmosphere inside the car depressed inexplicably, until Samel parked the car in the open-air garage, and neither of them said a word.

Ascending the steps along the courtyard path, Samer pushed the delicate white arches and smiled, "Welcome back, my master."

Asa stepped into the door and didn't move, just looked quietly.

From the outside, this house is also at most large in area and classical in style.

As soon as the door was pushed open, everything in the room was full of fashion and luxury. The light-reflective floor reflected the large star-like chandeliers on the ceiling; fine cold white wall lamps hit the blue velvet wall; two The curved steps stood opposite each other, and the cold white step lights were on, as if welcoming his new master ...

But the sight of the two did not fall on the luxurious decoration, but looked straight in the middle of the circular staircase, where a snake-shaped sapphire was placed, and the height of a snake head that was one person was cut extremely fine. Under the illumination of the white floor tile lamp, every section refracts the lonely cold light.

Asa looked directly at the blue snake, raised his hand and slowly held his chest. There was an identical snake-shaped snake there, a snake he did not know.

Fingers were pressed against the necklace, but suddenly a nasty gas filled his nose.

Asa glanced at the blood clot on the cuffs, and frowned in disgust, "... where is the bedroom? I want to take a shower."

No one answered, Asa turned his head and saw Samal standing still behind him. Chijin pupil obsessively looked at the gem in the middle of the stairs, apparently falling into long memories.

Without interrupting Samuel's memories, Asa stepped upstairs on the ice-white stairs.

Let's go find it yourself.

The corridor on the second floor is very long, but there are only two rooms in total. The entire corridor is divided in half by black and white wallpaper. The black and white doors are distant from each other. Light and darkness coexist. Not obtrusive.

In the middle of the corridor, Asa stood at the junction of black and white, staring blankly.

Very good, there are only two options, eliminating the need to open the door one by one to find a room.

But which one is left to him?

There was a faint voice in his heart that made him walk towards the white end, but Asa did not listen to the voice at the bottom of his heart, but instead walked towards the dark and dark end.

Looking back, Asa didn't force himself to follow his heart's wishes to change direction.

He was never someone who repented after making a decision.

"Master, your room is over there." Samal's voice suddenly sounded from behind him, and Asa didn't even hear the other's footsteps.

Asa glanced back at the black leather shoes on the other's feet, and raised her eyebrows and asked, "Do you have meat pads on your shoes?"

Samer didn't answer, and his long, straight legs didn't even take a step. In just a few seconds, Samer appeared at the end of the white corridor, and only Asa saw the heavy shadows dragging behind him.

-Click.

The door's silver handle was unscrewed, and Samael smiled decently, with the angle of his lips curling up to make him look kind.

"Master, this is your room."