The Blood Hourglass

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"No, please go to class, teacher!" The gaze in my eyes dimmed for an instant, slowly sinking into the ice lake. Since you pretend not to know me, it's okay for me to treat you as a new teacher.

"Teacher, what are you going to talk about today?"

"Today we talk about the history of the kinship." Safrot said and wrote the three characters of the third generation on the blackboard.

"There are thirteen third-generation blood races, and all blood races now originate from these thirteen. These thirteen third generations, from big to small, are Artesie, Roxboro, and Chariperry. O, Castle, Estelle, Fettrich, Lake, Grapps, Esker, Sekrus, Sforeth, Brina."

"Teacher, did you make a mistake, there are only twelve of them, where are the thirteen?" There is such a careful student.

"I'm not mistaken. In fact, there are only twelve of the real third generation. As for the thirteenth! No one knows his existence."

"Do you know?" I have never counted, do the names in my heart add up to thirteen, so I leaned back in my chair and asked gently.

"Yes, don't you know?" Lace asked lazily.

"I don't know, I only know that the third generation killed their mother. It's not clear why." This is all the information I found in my mother's memory. My mother seemed to see her brothers and sisters when she returned home. She fought with her mother, and then she was just there in a daze at a loss. Before she woke up, her mother had been pierced into the heart by a sharp weapon. After the incident, they all disappeared one by one. Unable to find it, it was passed down, and it became thirteen third-generation mother-killers, although my mother didn't really do it. And now, I also don't know the real reason for this mother-killing.

"You want to know?" She deliberately moved forward.

"I don't know." Yeah, I always wanted to know. I didn't ask at the Hell Club, but now I suddenly found out, what can I do if I know, they can kill their mothers for a reason? There is a reason why I can stop killing the third generation? Then what should I do next, continue to kill the third generation, or kill myself.

"Since you don't know if you want to know, it's better not to know, knowing more will only cause trouble." Viher suddenly floated slightly.

"Yeah!" I admit, anyway, the direct reason I killed them was not because of their mother-killing, but because of my mother's last words, "If you want to come to us, then kill the third generation of blood." I am Being bound to this world by these words, but also being bound in this body by these words, now I am completing this task step by step, one day. . . I will leave one day, forever.

"Do those third generations still exist now?" a classmate asked.

"Some are still there, and some have disappeared." Safrot said calmly and glanced at me, and I glanced back at him calmly. There was nothing in his eyes, as if he was just a stranger who met for the first time. people.

"Which were killed?" There is always a lot of curiosity.

"Fettrich, Sekrus, Estir, Charipério, Brina, Atsi, and Esquel should have disappeared. As for the others, I don’t know, maybe Alive, maybe it has disappeared." Saferot quickly retracted his gaze, no longer looking directly into my eyes.

"Then how did these disappeared third generations die? Were they killed? Who was so powerful and killed the third generation?" Questions one after another, these are lectures, they are basically answering questions.

"Some of them were killed, and I was there when two were killed, so... I think the one who killed the third generation should be very powerful." He said, he gave me an inadvertent look, and I was already lying down. On the table, planning to take a nap.

"Who? Who is it? Do you know?" As soon as he said his words, the whole classroom was boiling.

"Yes, but I can't tell you." Saffrot said, turning around and writing on the blackboard.

"Magic Party and Secret Party"

"Although the Mo Party and the Mi Party have a long history, they are not organizations created by the third generation. I am inconvenient to talk about some information about the Mi Party here, but the Mo Party can tell you something and create this. The organization was Count Dracula. I remember one day, he happily ran over and told me that he had done a great thing that will remain famous throughout the history of the blood clan, that is, he created an organization, and he asked me what my name was Well, I was reading a book called The Devil is an Organization, so I just said one casually, and he took it seriously."

"What about Count Dracula?"

"He has disappeared?"

"Are you killed?"

"No, I think he thinks it's really boring to live."

"Then how did you become the elder of the Mob?"

"Because of boring!"

"Then you are a heavy minister of the Siloam Empire just for fun? Turning the prince into a vampire is just for fun? Let the princess wash your face with tears every day for fun?" Suddenly an angry roar came from the window.

"Just come in if you have something to say, don't hide out the window sneakily." Saferot said solemnly.

"Do you remember me?" A person jumped in from the window, but I didn't even need to look at it to know, listening to his question, I knew he was the vampire king Solo the Great in Tombtown.

"You are..." Saferot really can't remember. After all, after so many years of living, how many things he has experienced, how many people he has met, if not for the other party's extremely important position in his heart, So even if you remember one year, ten years, or a hundred years, it is impossible to remember a thousand years!

"My name is Solo and my sister's name is Philia. Do you really remember it?" Solo stared angrily at the man who had admired him for thousands of years, and all the respect had been replaced by anger. .

"So it was you." There was a trace of surprise on Saverot's face, but he quickly recovered his calm.

"Remember now?" Seeing that he still remembered himself, Solo was somewhat less angry.

"Well, I didn't expect us to see each other again." Saferot teleported to him, put his hand on his shoulder, and sighed.

"It's a pity that Filia wants to see you again!" Tears gleamed in Solo's eyes when she said about Filia.

"She, your little sister, how did she do after I left?" Saferot recalled the little princess who always liked to pull his clothes and cry next to him.

"No, she has been waiting for you and waiting for you to come back, but you have never come back. Until the age of eighteen, when the father wanted to marry her to the prince of a neighboring country, she disagreed and once took advantage of the servant. She left the palace by herself. She was looking for you. She knew that you were very favored by your father, so if she found you and said that the person to marry was you, the father would definitely agree to it, but She did not find you, but was brought back by the guard with a whole body of scars. The prince of a neighboring country heard about it and cancelled the wedding." At this point, the tears in Solo's eyes fell, just right on me Corner of the table.

"What happened later?" Lace, who raised her head at some point behind her, asked excitedly.

"Later, my sister shut herself in the room and didn't come out until she passed away." Solo's tears kept dripping, making a "click, click" sound.

"It seems that she has misunderstood." Safrot retracted his arm mercilessly, then turned and walked back to the podium.

"She misunderstood? You don't like her at all?" Solo couldn't believe what he was hearing. From his point of view, Saffrot and his sister were inseparable at the time, and they were always together. So what was it like? .

"I just treat her as a teenage child. Compared to me, she is indeed a too small child. She likes to hold on to the corners of my clothes. When I walk away, she cries. , So... I will let her pull it like that and take her to any place." Saferot said with his back.

"So what are you to Luvian? What about my princess?" He said, looking at me with low eyes, his tears are not dry, but there is no weakness in his eyes, and some are just tough.

"..." Saferot still turned his back to us and said nothing.

"It turned out to be the same. It was you who were bored and you had some fun for your endless life?" Solo's anger rekindled again, looking out of control.

"..." Saferot still didn't look back, or said nothing.

"Hum!" I heard something broken in my heart, a flash of pain, and then I felt nothing.

"Luvian, you come with me! Let's go to the secret party headquarters, or go back to the underground tomb, okay to be my imperial concubine?" Solo suddenly turned around and stood in front of my table with his hands on the table.

"I..." I looked at him with a little surprise, and suddenly it happened that he was really a king, but I didn't know him at all.

"Follow me." He hugged my shoulders and pulled me up from the chair.

"Let go of her!" Until then, Saferot turned around, staring at us with fire in his eyes.

"No! I don't want Luvian to be the second Philia again. When you suddenly get tired of playing, just drop her and disappear without a trace, and let her face the future life alone." Solo pulled me to Beside him, he turned to look at Safrot, fearless.

"Tired of playing? Do you think I'm just playing with her?" Saferot slowly approached us step by step, and there was nothing left in my eyes. I didn't look at him or anyone. , I just feel tired, I want to sleep, I want to sleep forever, don't wake up again.

"Isn't it?" Solo refused.

"I tell you, she is the only woman I have loved for thousands of years, but..." Saferot pointed at me, and I stared at his fingertips without a trace of expression.

"But what?" Solo asked nervously.

"But she doesn't love me." Saffrot said, slowly dropping his hands weakly, but his eyes were still fixed on me.

"Is it, Luvian!" Solo asked me, turning around.

"..." I just felt dizzy, dizzy, and everything in front of me started to spin. And their voices only converge in my head, voices that make me headache. I'm so tired!

"Luvian!" "Luvian! What's the matter with you? Luvian! Wake up!" They are yelling, they are yelling, but I can't answer, and I don't want to answer, I want to sleep, I'm so tired!

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