Chapter 61 Chapter 60

The black robe that had taken off its mask turned its head again.I will never forget that beautiful and ruthless face once I saw it in D's dream. Radu. "I thought you were already dead!" D yelled at him. "Oh, that was so long ago. So long ago that I can't even remember." Radu smiled, "So did you cry for me?" "I'm sad." D stared at him incredulously, "Actually, I never knew why you hated me." "I don't hate you alone." "Father, he..." "He didn't tell you everything, did he?" the other party interrupted him suddenly.

The strong wind blown by the dragon's wings dilutes the smell of blood in the air, and also dispels the fog that filled the battlefield.The field of vision suddenly became brighter, as if a lens was installed in front of my eyes, which invisibly narrowed the distance between me and D, so that I could clearly see his face at this moment, struggling between extreme contradictions and confusion. middle. "Tell me what?" D asked blankly. "Have you heard of the story of Beauty and the Beast?" Radu, who was standing opposite, changed the subject inexplicably. The bewilderment on D's face intensified.

Radu continued speaking on his own. "A bankrupt businessman met a beast. The beast said: 'In exchange for your own flesh and blood, I will not only let you go, but also restore your wealth and status.' The selfish businessman immediately agreed. Because he There are three children. Why not give one to the beast, and he has two?" "Wait, what the hell are you talking about?" "Those so-called historians, they call me 'Radu the Beauty.' Do you really think that's a coincidence, Vlad?" "I do not know anything……" "Of course you don't know. Because you are not the chosen one. You are not the least favored of the three brothers."

"But I'm not the most favored person either." D replied immediately, "Father valued the elder brother Mircea the most because he was the eldest son... You and I both know that!" "No, you don't know. You don't know what it's like to survive under the roof of a so-called 'just and loyal' dragon knight with half the blood of a demon." Radu stared at him, "When he treats me like a bag of garbage I was not yet seven years old when I threw it into the enemy camp in disgust!" "Demon blood?" D looked at the other party in astonishment, "When my father sent us two brothers to Turkey together, you were not abandoned by him."

"Really? You still want to say he loves me, don't you? Let me tell you the truth, Vlad, even he doesn't love you half as much as he hates me, that's why he pulls you to make up for it. Radu said scornfully, "It's just that the Sultan has a bigger appetite than 'that guy'. He wants us both." "That guy? Who? What the hell are you talking about?" "You don't remember at all? Then think about it. Think about the day I was born. Think about what you saw in your mother's room that day." "I remember it was a snowy day. Mircea and I had a snowball fight in the yard. I went into the room and saw my father holding your baby in swaddling clothes, and all the important people in the court gathered around my mother's bed."

"Tsk tsk, your love will move me to tears, my dear brother. If this goes on, I almost can't bear to kill you." Radu put his hands on his forehead and sighed exaggeratedly, "It's unbelievable , It has been six hundred years, and you still believe in that poor self-hypnosis." My heart skipped a beat. I have also seen the picture dictated by D.In the dream of D that Murphys showed me, I saw exactly the same scene. Isn't all this true?Is it true that all these are lies as Radu said?Is it a hallucination caused by D's self-hypnosis? "Think about it, Vlad. Think about what you saw that day."

think about it... think about it... Radu's sharp voice pierced my ears like a long needle, and the impact in the narrow ear canal produced a strong buzzing resonance, which overwhelmed the distant drums and horns, the roar of the rhinoceros and the flapping of the manticore's wings The sound of the voice overwhelmed the shouts of killing close at hand, the clash of weapons and the wailing of several WindClan soldiers hugging the dead Sylph tightly.My eyes were tightly locked on D's body, but from the corner of my eye, I seemed to see another black robe not far away took off his mask, and rushed to Silf's body like a madman, with a rare pure white feather Bloodstained—is she Melanie?

think... see what... what... buzz buzz buzz... I don't know what kind of spell the other party cast. The voice in my ears seemed to be getting farther and farther away, as if it came from another world. Then, the entire chaotic battlefield slowly faded away before my eyes. I wanted to yell, but I couldn't hear myself.I struggled desperately, but I couldn't feel Lotbal holding me behind me.I suddenly realized that I seemed to be free, and the ground under my feet was no longer slippery. I took two tentative steps forward, and I saw a door in front of me. No, it's two doors.Two lonely gates stand inexplicably in the endless wilderness.

No, not the wilderness.The blood-soaked grass and soil have long since disappeared from the bottom of the feet. In fact, there is nothing here, only these two lonely gates. Two wooden doors.Where do they lead? I reached out to push, the door was heavy, and with some strength, I finally pushed it open. oh no. The scene in front of me seemed familiar.I am standing in a spacious bedroom.The few pieces of wooden furniture in front of you have decent decoration and texture, but the layout of the room is a bit rudimentary.This is the bedroom of a noblewoman, whose family status is very high—probably a very famous local lord, but obviously not rich.

I saw blood before I tried to recall the occupant of the bedroom.Large patches of shocking red soaked the curtains and bedding, and I saw the half-naked body of the unconscious mother lying on the bed, and the baby, the baby... Oh. I see a little bloody thing.His skin is definitely not the pink color of a newborn, but a disgusting dark red, as if a pool of unclean rotting blood has condensed.It was an ugly and terrifying mass of flesh with a pair of familiar pointed horns on top of its head—in D's dream, I had seen countless times of sharp horns. I saw the newborn, with its short, bony arms, clung to the poor maid at the bedside, the midwife who had honored the birth of his two older brothers.

On the coldest day of winter this year, the devil's son was born in the snow.The first thing he did after opening his eyes was to tear the midwife's neck with his sharp mouth. What he needs is not milk, but blood. The demon who was drinking heard the movement at the gate, raised a pair of blood-red eyes to look at me, and muttered an inaccurate syllable from his blood-soaked throat: "Brother."