No one knew where Safrot went. He walked into Luvian's room and stood in front of the window for a while. Everything here was so familiar, as if it was his own room. Looking at everything outside the window, he felt the same. It looks so familiar. When the sun sets and the moon rises, the mountains in my eyes depict the blurry picture in my mind. So he jumped out of the room with a slight leap, and walked towards the dense forest behind the house, passing through layers of thorns. He finally stood in front of the airtight thorn wall. He stood blankly for a while, and decided to raise his hand. Step inside.
Behind the thorns was the night sky thousands of miles away, and the green grass thousands of miles under the moon. He speeded up and rushed towards the destination in his heart without hesitation.
But when he saw the huge city in front of him, he was stunned. In his vague memory, it seemed that it was not like this, but how could it be like this now? It was the same all the way just now, but would the final result be different? He was slightly nervous.
But he did not give up, but resolutely walked into this night city. The people in the city were all vampires like himself. However, the eyes of the other people looking at him were a little strange. They were not welcoming, but they were not welcome. It's hostility, maybe it's because he doesn't belong here.
"Please..." He didn't like to speak, but now he wanted to ask if this has always been a city, and if it was like this in the past. But before he stopped the other party, the other party had already taken a detour, and no one was willing to approach. Him, answer his question.
"What do you want to ask?" He stood there searching for that little blur in the depths of his memory, and someone actually walked towards him.
"Where is this place?" He retracted his thoughts, and the coldness and spirituality returned to his eyes.
"You're already here in the Blood Capital of the Blood Kingdom, why don't you know?" The other party was a little curious.
"Blood Kingdom? Blood City?" He had heard of this, but it was not a blur in his memory.
"Of course, what are you doing here? Are you looking for our king, Saint Grad?" the other party continued to ask.
"Saint Greed?" Saffrot repeated the name, as if it was familiar, but he said he had never heard it before.
"Yes, if you want to see him, go straight along this street and you can see a very big castle. The king lives in the castle." The other party did not say who he was, nor did he accompany him. Showing him a path, he walked forward silently.
castle? Here... he felt more familiar. He must have been here before, but when? When did he come? He covered his forehead and meditated, but the blurry parts in his mind were still as blurry as before. He really wanted to push away the thick white fog, but he didn't know how to do it.
So he thought, maybe going in and taking a look would make those blurry things tangible and clear, but when he was about to enter, the guard blocked him, "Who are you? This is the king's palace, not just anyone can do it." Get in!"
"But I..." He wanted to say that he knew this place, but he didn't say it. After all, it was just a vague feeling. Why should he say he knew it? Besides, even if he said so, the two fierce men in front of him would not let him go. Going in, when he was about to use his power to solve everything, a man walked out of the door and asked, "What happened?"
"Your Excellency, someone wants to break into the palace." The guard turned around and reported back.
"Who is he?" the other party said, bypassing the guard, and saw Safrot slowly raising his head. He was startled and pointed at him, "Safrot, are you?"
"Do you know me?" Saffrot was a little surprised, but if he looked closely at the person in front of him, he also looked familiar. In short, he seemed to be familiar with them all, but he didn't recognize them at all.
"Of course I do. Do you mean you don't know me?" As soon as Sinmo said those words, he remembered what Luvian and Hong Wu had said before, and then he took a step forward and observed Saffrot carefully, "You really don't remember anything. Yes, I am sinmo~"
"Sinmo?" Saffrot looked at the suspicious man in medieval aristocratic uniform in front of him, and suddenly a thought flashed in his mind, "Is it you? You were the one who came to pick up Luvian that time in the castle? "
"You finally remembered." Sinmo breathed a sigh of relief.
"No, that's just a dream." Safrot's next words made him speechless.
"How could it be a dream? You were drinking tea in the castle, and I went to find Jing'er, and then picked her up in front of you. That was the first time you, Jing, and I met. "After a moment of pause, Sinmo said.
"Jing?" Safrot felt familiar, but not very clear.
"It's Luvian. This is her human name. You don't remember it either?" Sinmo just felt strange, "Are you really like Jing'er last time and lost your memory?"
"Maybe." Safrot said, and wanted to go into the castle to have a look, but was stopped by Sinmo, because he felt that it would be better for Safrot not to go in, and what would happen if he went in? Greed was not there either, so he pulled him out and said, "Saint Greed is not here. You should go home with me for a few days. When St. Greed comes back, I will bring you back."
"But I..." Safrot looked back at the castle three times step by step. He must have been here before. Every wall and every spire exuded a familiar atmosphere.
"Go back with me first, and I'll tell you everything you don't remember." Sinmo took him away from the palace with just one word.
Returning to the Grand Duke's Mansion, as soon as Sinmo entered the door, Jia Ya jumped out. Now they are several students who still live in the Grand Duke's Mansion. They meet Sinmo every day, so they are less unfamiliar and respectful, and more accustomed and familiar.
"Your Majesty the Duke, you are finally back. We have something to talk to you about..." Halfway through her words, Jia Ya was shocked by the person who followed the Duke in. He was so handsome, with a complexion as white as snow and short hair as ink, especially The noble temperament on his face made Jia Ya lower her face in embarrassment.
"Your Majesty the Duke, this is..." Naturally, Sam would not react as big as Jiya, but the appearance of this newcomer still surprised him, not only his appearance, but also his temperament and strength. Jero also walked over and stared at Saffrot curiously. Sam had already asked what he wanted to ask, so there was no need for him to speak again.
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"Who is he?" Sinmo smiled helplessly and led a group of people to the sofa. "Sit down! Sit down and talk slowly."
"Yeah." Saffrot responded lightly and sat down directly opposite Sinmo, while the group of children also sat around them, just wanting to listen to them.
"My name is Sinmo." After a moment of silence, Sinmo said the first sentence.
"I know, you said it just now." Saffrot's expressionless face was cold and aloof.
"Your name is Saffrot." Sinmo continued without getting angry.
"You don't need to tell me who I am." Saffrot said coldly to him.
"Oh, then do you know my relationship with Luvian?" Sinmo asked patiently.
"You are her father." Safrot thought for a moment and replied.
"You know?" Sinmo couldn't help but be surprised.
"She said it in the dream."
"Haha! It's still a dream." Sinmo hates this dream more and more now.
"But I don't think you can be her father. She is much stronger than you, and you are not a pure noble. It is impossible to have children." As a result, Saffrot made the distinction so clearly that Sinmo understood, He didn't become stupid, he simply lost his memory.
"Yes, I am her adoptive father." Sinmo smiled bitterly and asked the key point, "Then do you know your relationship with her?"
"Relationship..." Safrot pondered. He didn't know how to say it. Although the impression from the past was still there now, it was too vague, and he didn't know how to express the current feeling. Finally he shook his head, "I don't know. , If we are in the Night Clan, then we are on the other side of darkness, and if we talk about strength, she is as strong as me, and they both feed on silver blood, if we say..."
"How do you feel about her?" Sinmo interrupted his what-if and gave him another what-if.
"It feels like..." Saffrot paused and frowned, "I don't know."
"Don't know?" Sinmo couldn't help but slapped the table and stood up, "You actually said you don't know? Do you know what she did for you? If it weren't for you, she would be where she is now. She was just trying to save her. You, she just left the secret party and went to Jiying Castle, fought with the second generation, slept until now, finally woke up, and joined the Night Clan for you. Do you know how dangerous the Night Clan is? Did you see those tree sculptures just now? Those are the people our Blood Kingdom sent to the Night Clan. Each one of them is a strong man, but what? None of them lived more than ten years."
"So what?" Compared with the excited Sinmo, Saffrot seemed calm, as if all this had nothing to do with him.
"You... have you really forgotten Luvian completely and no longer care about her life or death? In the past, you could give up your position as the chief elder of the Demon Party for Luvian. In the end, you destroyed the Demon Party for her and came to Mili. In order to stay in By her side, you can put down your identity and become a teacher, but... have you really completely forgotten such a deep feeling, and have no memory at all?" Sinmo fully believes that a relationship that can lead to death can be so fragile. , if you say forget, forget it, if you say change, just change it.
Saffrot said nothing, just shook his head, stood up and prepared to leave.
"Where are you going?" Sinmo asked immediately.
"Go find her." Saffrot replied calmly.
"Don't you remember her anymore?" Sinmo was puzzled.
"Even if I don't remember her in the past, I know her again now." Saffrot floated out the door like the wind, "So her life and death... are related to me."
"Safrot, you..." Sinmo stood at the door, watching the other party disappear, and gave a final comforting smile. (To be continued)