The chief asked in a low voice, "What will they do?"
The member of the secret party replied: "We haven't seen the king of the demon party yet, so we can't be sure of his purpose, but if he wakes up, after a period of weakness, he will become the most powerful blood race in the world. We must find him."
"We can help," said the director, "but we need information on the shape of the target."
The secret party man in black nodded.
In terms of mana, human beings certainly cannot compare with vampires, but in terms of technology, such as network tracking, vampires cannot compare with Secret Service anyway.
"He is very young," the man in black from the secret party said in a deep voice, "he was sealed when he was very young. Although it has been more than 1,200 years now, he still looks like a child... he should only be six years old .”
The director raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Sealed at the age of six?"
"It's six hundred years old," the Secret Party said humanely, and added, "However, it is equal to six years of human beings. You don't know the horror of the Demon King. The power of the blood has nothing to do with age. His power is unimaginable."
"Six year old...it's hard to find, we need as much information as possible..."
The chief looked serious.
If the king of the Demon Party had cast such a deep shadow on the members of the Secret Party when he was six years old, then his destructive power would only be even greater today after he was sealed for more than 1,200 years. powerful.
Eighteen hundred years, exactly at the age of eighteen, even though he was asleep for twelve hundred years.
"What's his name?"
"Anlorius."
…
Anlorius lifted the quilt and looked up at the small bedroom.
There are star chasing posters on the wall, and the desk is tidy and orderly.
Although the devil king who has been sleeping for thousands of years does not know what is a poster and what is a desk.
The white and tender child frowned, a trace of dark red flashed in the black pupils, spiritual power surged out invisible, and in a short period of time, he collected all the information of this world and filled it into his cognition.
He jumped out of bed.
Because he was six years old when he was sealed, he didn't feel uncomfortable using Anlorius. He tiptoed to take down the photo frame placed high up, and raised his eyebrows to look at the girl with black hair and black eyes in the photo.
He climbed up to the chair, sat down and opened the drawer, and found a diary with the name Fei Chu written on the cover.
After flipping through two pages in boredom, the young vampire felt a little hungry, so he climbed off the chair and went out. Based on the knowledge he had just filled his brain, he found the refrigerator in the kitchen and opened the refrigerator door to have a look.
Assortment of food.
He frowned unconsciously, took a carton of milk hesitantly after a while, stuffed it into a straw and took a sip, his dark eyes lighted up slightly.
He closed the refrigerator door, continued to drink milk, walked to the living room, and saw himself in the mirror, with black hair and black eyes. This is a sign of weakness.
Anlorius raised his hand casually, and threw the finished milk carton into the trash can accurately.
What should he do with the humans living here? Killing would cause trouble. The law and order of this human society is perfect, killing is a very serious matter here, and he doesn't want to attract attention now.
Maybe he could use some mana to make her a slave and help him get through a few months of weakness.
Before Anrollius decided whether to kill or stay, the door at the entrance suddenly rang, and someone came back.