Chapter 25 Chapter Twenty-Five

"Apple? What the hell do I care about Apple?" Mr. O yelled into his phone, he was almost passed out, so angry that Mr. U was talking to him about some damn fruit, "I just Tell you what, we've got three more sub-team dead. Three." "But tonight, there were fifty baskets of apples from four different..." Mr. O couldn't help walking up and down the wooden house.If it didn't make him calm down, he might already be on his way to kill Mr. U. When he returned to the farm from Omega's domain, he found only two burn marks in the pasture, and the smashed back door.Looking through the kitchen window, he saw black blood splattered everywhere and another burn mark on the floor tiles.

Heck, he thought, the scene already popping up in his mind.He knew that this was a good thing for the fraternity, because judging from the mess in the kitchen, the second person who died on the floor was first cut and then stabbed to death. Was his "wife" also with the Black Sword Brotherhood fighters?Or did her family come over to take her belongings, and a frat member accompany them? The sub-teams are such rubbish.The three cowardly, useless, worthless bastards under him were all killed, so there was not even a single answer.Regardless of whether his "wife" was present at the time, there is no doubt that if she is still alive, she will never come back here in the near future.Thanks for the damn engagement.

Mr. U's endless nonsense pulled his thoughts back: "The shortest day of the year, December 21st, is next week. The Winter Solstice is..." "I have an idea." Mr. O interrupted him. "You might as well put away the calendar and all that little stuff. I want you to go to the farm and bring back the car that some of the sub-team left in the woods. Then……" "Listen to what I said first. Apples are used in the Winter Veil ceremony to sacrifice to the Chronicle Saintess." Two words, "Chronicle" and "Saint", caught Mr. O's attention: "How do you know?"

"I've been here for more than two hundred years." Mr. U said dryly, "It's been a long time since the ceremony...God, I don't know, maybe it hasn't been a century. The apple symbolizes the expectation of the arrival of spring." Hope. And a bunch of seed and growth and recovery shit." "What kind of ceremony are you talking about?" "In the past years, vampires would gather. I guess they would sing some hymns and some rituals. I don't know too well. Anyway, at that time we would focus on the local market, and certain seasons would There were some big vampire deals, apples in December, sugar cane in April. But then the attention just became habitual because the vampires kept a low profile."

Mr. O leaned against the door of the wooden house: "But now their king has succeeded, so prepare to restore the old customs." "And you should really fall in love with the ISBN barcode system, which is much more convenient and quicker than the way we used to ask around. As I said before, several local places have received a large number of purchase orders for green apples, and they seem to put the order Dispersed." "So you're saying that in another week, a large group of vampires will gather in one place, sing and dance, and pray to the Chronicle Maiden."

"Ok." "Do they eat apples?" "As far as I know, yes." Mr. O rubbed the back of his neck.During the conversation with Omega, he has been careful not to mention his plan to make his "wife" immortal.First of all, he needs to find out if she is still alive, and then he is ready to negotiate with Omega.Obviously, the most insurmountable root problem is that she is a vampire.And the only counterargument he can make is that she will be his ultimate secret weapon.A woman of my own race?The Black Sword Brotherhood would never have expected this... But, of course, this was only a reasonable reason to convince Omega.His "wife" would never go out to fight except with him.

Yes, such a suggestion must be a difficult process of fighting wits and courage, but he deeply understands that Omega has a preference for flattery.So if he could come up with a grand and highly praised sacrifice to satisfy his vanity, it would surely make him let go. Mr. U is still nagging: "...I think I can go to the market to check again..." Let Mr. U's words "buzz" in his ears, but Mr. O is thinking about poisoning, all kinds of poisons, a large bucket of poisons. Poisoned apples and Snow White, what about the idea? "Mr. O, are you still listening?"

"Ok." "I'll go to the market and find out when..." "No, you don't have to go now. Let me tell you what you are going to do now." Bella was shaking with rage as she left Reese's study.The Vampire Lord and Tormont didn't stop her from leaving, or try to enlighten her, to prove what a wise man he was. Barefoot, she stomped across the hall floor into Sadiste's bedroom.She slammed the door shut and walked straight to the phone.As if using the microphone as a weapon, she pressed her brother's phone number hard. Rui Fanji picked up the phone and asked directly: "Who are you? How do you have this number?"

"How dare you treat me like this?" There was a long silence on the other end, and then he said: "Bella...I, you wait a moment." A thin voice came from the microphone, and then he ordered in a firm voice, "He's the last Well get the hell out of here now. Have we made it clear enough? If I come to the door, he won't be happy." Revanji cleared his throat and answered the phone, "Bella, where are you? I'll come Pick you up. Or have some fraternity fighter drive you to our house. We'll meet there." "Do you think I will still be close to you from now on?"

"That's better than me using another method." He said harshly. "What is it?" "Force the Black Sword Brotherhood to return you to me." "Why are you doing this?" "Why would I do this?" His voice dropped, in the commanding tone she'd heard so often, "Do you know what the last six weeks have been like to me? Thinking of you falling into that bloody bunch Hands, I personally put my sister in that situation..." "this is not your fault……" "You must go home." Rui Fanji's anger was like a sandstorm, shaking her as always, and reminding her of her brother would always make her feel timid.

But then, she heard Revanji's sigh, followed by another sigh, followed by a desperate plea: "For God's sake, Bella... come back. Mam, don't you?" With me, I need you to come back. We miss you. We...I want to see you, so I can believe that you are really okay." Ah, well... Now it's him on the other side, the brother she really loves.The man who guarded her, the man who gave her, the man who was kind and careless always gave her everything she wanted. Strongly wanting to agree to his temptation, but then thinking that she might never be able to step out of the house again, she wavered, and Rui Fanji would definitely do this to her. "Can you withdraw your application for 'retirement'?" "We'll talk about it when you're back in your own bed." Bella clenched the microphone. "That's rejection, isn't it?" She paused. "Hello, Ravenji? Are you listening?" "I just want you to come home." "Yes or no? Ravenji, tell me now." "Our mother can never afford to have something like this happen again." "Do you think I can bear it?" She replied, "I'm sorry, but the one whose name was engraved on the stomach by the second life is not Mam." As soon as the words came out, she scolded herself secretly in her heart.Yeah, this "interesting" little detail will only help him, and it will be used in negotiations later. "Revanji..." His voice was indescribably cold: "I want you to come home." "I just got out of the cage, and I don't want to go back to prison voluntarily." "So, what are you going to do?" "Keep pushing me, and you'll know." She pressed the phone directly and threw the cordless receiver on the bedside table.God curse him! Driven by a frenzied impulse, she grabbed the microphone and turned around to throw it out. "Saddist!" She hurriedly grabbed back the phone she had just dropped and hugged it tightly to her chest. Sadist stood in the doorway, naked to the waist, in gym shorts... and for some ridiculous reason, she had time to notice that he had no shoes on. "If you want to throw it, throw it," he said. "No... I... Uh... No." She still turned around and put the phone on the small landline, and put it down twice before putting the receiver in place. Before facing Sadiste again, she first thought of him jumping on the second person and beating him to death... Then she thought of him bringing her belongings from home... and sending her there... allowing her Draining blood from his veins, willing to suffer the discomfort of such an intrusion. When she turned to face him, she seemed to be caught in his love net, easily captured by his cruelty and tenderness. Sadist was the first to break the silence: "I don't want your brother's plans to keep you from sleeping well all night. Also, don't tell me you don't think so." Damn, he's so smart.Bella replied, "But you know what he wants with me." "Ok." "According to the law, the Black Sword Brotherhood must abandon me, so I can't stay here. Do you think I can like this only choice?" Where else could she hope to go? "What's so bad about going home?" She glared at him: "Well, I'd rather be treated like a guy who doesn't know anything, like a kid, or like...my brother's belongings. I can accept it, totally acceptable. Is it okay to say that?" Sardiste raised a hand to brush his short skull-shaped hair, showing his tight biceps: "It makes sense for the whole family to live in one house. It is very dangerous for civilians during this time." Oh my god...the last thing she needed right now was for him to agree with her brother's decision. "It's also a critical moment for the second person," she murmured, "judging from how you killed that guy tonight." Sadist narrowed his eyes: "If you want me to apologize for that incident, I won't agree." "Of course you don't," she interrupted. "You never apologize for anything." But he shook his head slowly: "If you want to find a man to fight with, you've found the wrong man. Bella, I won't cooperate with you." "Why not? Aren't you very good at being provoked?" The silence that followed made her want to yell at Saddiste.She had been waiting for his wrath to come, because he always raged as he wanted.But what she didn't understand was why he showed a bit of self-control when it was her turn. He raised one eyebrow, as if he knew what she was thinking. "Ah, hell," she sighed, "did I hit you in the gut, didn't I? I'm sorry." He shrugged. "Having stubble like me would drive anyone crazy. Don't worry about it." She sits on the bed.The idea of ​​running away from home alone was too far-fetched, but she refused to live under Ruivanji's control. "Do you have any suggestions?" she asked softly.She looked up, only to see that Saddist was just staring at the floor. He leaned slack against the wall, his tall, lean body looking like a faded slab of plaster, a crack in the fabric of the room. "Give me five minutes." After he finished speaking, he walked out naked. Bella lay back on the mattress, thinking that five minutes would not help the situation.What she needs is another brother who is completely different, waiting for her at home. Dear Chronicle Saintess... Isn't it supposed to make things better by escaping from the hand of the second person?But now, on the contrary, her life still seems to be out of her control. However, the difference is that she can choose her own shampoo. She looked up, looked over the bathroom door into the shower, and imagined herself standing under the hot water.That should be good too, relaxing, refreshing, and being able to cry out your sorrows without worrying about embarrassment. She got up and walked into the bathroom, letting the water wash over her body.The sound of water hitting the marble floor is real, as is the feeling of the warm water sliding down.Unable to stop crying, she held her head back and let the water flow downstream. When she finally stepped out of the shower, the door to the bedroom was locked behind her. Sadist may be back. She found a towel to wrap herself in, not expecting Saddiste to find a solution.