Chapter 1070: Temple meeting

"call……"
A white air floats under the hood, and the slender figure sprints in the moonlight. It passes through the "commercial street" with various stalls on the side of the road and walks toward the center of the city.
"Ms. Do you want to buy bread?"
The dirty children on the street sold their goods to the visitor, but when they saw the red eyes under the hood, the children closed their mouths with great interest, and shrugged back to the wall. Dare to make a sound.
The uninvited guest did not pay attention to the businessmen on both sides of the street, but walked quickly to the center of the city.
- The castle under the curtain of night should be the "temple" that the Duke of Fagnar said in the letter.
Think of it this way, the visitor hides his right hand under the cloak and touches the invitation in his pocket.
As a wandering "blood-sucking aristocrat", Mo Liya has become accustomed to the days of wandering around. She often interacts with humans and has already learned to pretend to be in the crowd and avoid the pursuit of vampire hunters.
However, this seemingly ordinary town is like a kind of magical power, so that Moya, which is always pretending to be very good, is almost unable to suppress its own nature.
"..."
Looking at the street, the hawkers who are still ignoring the danger, still selling goods, sniffing the faint scent of blood in the air, listening to the sound of the sweet liquid flowing in the blood vessels, and Molly Jacques has curbed his own blood-sucking impulse, speeding up. The pace of the move.
In order to avoid this episode, I have already finished eating before I come. It is reasonable to say that I will not be so fast for blood, but...
Mo Liya walked quickly to the temple, and the tall castle blocked his way. The gray walls made up of square rocks looked plain.
The soldiers in front of the castle wearing light armor blocked the road of Mo Liya. One of them, a soldier with two meters high, stood in front of her and said loudly:
"The temple prohibits strangers from entering."
Nothing was said by Mo Liya. The slender and pale arms stretched out from the cloak and showed the invitations they received in front of the guards.
"It turned out to be the guest invited by the Duke of Fagna, welcome to visit! Please forgive me for being rude."
The guards quickly retreated and let the passage in front of the door. Mo Liya stood in front of the wooden side door of the castle, pushed open the squeaky wooden door and walked slowly into the front hall of the temple.
It is completely different from the imaginary golden look. The temple looks like an oversized farm. The floor, walls and ceilings of the front hall are all woody, exuding the "aroma of nature", but it is often in the woods. In the shadows, I spent the daytime, and I felt a little intimate.
In this hall, you can't see any luxurious decorations. Only the exquisite wooden tables and chairs, several soldiers are patrolling from here, and when they see Mo Liya, they greet her sideways.
"Hello, welcome to the temple!"
Mo Liya didn't make a sound, just nodded in response.
As a lone bloodline who is always alone, the enthusiasm of the soldiers has made her feel a bit uncomfortable. For her indifferent feelings, the more hospitable a stranger is, the more I feel uncomfortable.
If you don't want to see what the "surprise" mentioned in the Duke of Fagnana is, Moria will not attend this occasion. However, it is not a bad thing to come to this place occasionally...
She walked slowly across the wooden floor, without a little bit of footsteps, like a ghost of erratic. Stopped in front of one of the soldiers, a velvety soft voice under the hood:
"Excuse me, where is the Duke of Fagna?"
For ordinary humans who are not resistant, the voice of the blood family has a slight enchanting effect. Not only the soldier, but the others next to it all stop, and their faces are blank and unconscious. Provided information:
"Guest, please follow this road, the Duke of Figna is waiting in the reception room..."
Throwing a few guards of consciousness, Mo Liya followed the route indicated by the guards and went to the west of the temple to continue to observe the situation inside the huge castle.
Although the name is "temple", there is no religious atmosphere here, but it is more like a large farm. Even in the building, you can see that many plantations are distributed on both sides of the road, and the moonlight is cast from the skylight above the head, reflecting the green leaves.
- What is the Duke of Fagnar doing here?
Mo Liya, who came to this place for the first time, became more curious about the temple.
Pushing the wooden door of the meeting room, the swaying fire in the fireplace swayed to the eyes of Mo Liya. She looked at this fairly formal room, and saw the white-haired but still very spiritual old man standing in the middle of the house. Wave yourself.
"Welcome, Ms. Maria!"
When he heard the other person’s pseudonym, Mr. Mo Liya nodded and walked quickly to the old man in red robes.
When he saw the Duke of Fagna last time, he did not seem to be like this. Looking at Fagna's white-faced wrinkles, Mo Liya couldn't help but wonder if there was something wrong with her time concept.
However, this kind of thing is inevitable.
As a family, although it will age, the rate of aging is much slower than humans. Mo Liya knows that even if the Duke of Fagna is buried, his appearance and physical state will not change.
Thinking of this, there is a mysterious sorrow in the heart of Mo Liya: In my own capacity, perhaps it is better not to make friends with human beings...
"Maria? Is that the Virgin Mary?"
A man standing beside the Duke of Fagnar laughed sarcastically.
Mo Liya looked up at the bald man, and the thick beard of the other party kept shaking, and the staff in his hand was also shaking.
The guy wore an old dark robe, and the villain had a standard shape with a bitter voice. His face seemed to read the words "I am a bad person." Even if she knew that she should not take people by appearance, Mo Liya felt a dangerous atmosphere from the other side.
"Who are you?" she whispered.
The fascinating talent of the blood family did not take effect on the bald man. The other party shook his staff and smiled: "Bellock, an alchemist. Since everyone is a friend of the Duke of Fagna, don't hide your appearance?"

"Okay..."
Looking at the other people in the reception room, Mo Liya pulled off her cloak and threw it on the bench next to her.
The long silver hair poured down from behind, and the white clothes seemed to be shimmering under the light. Mo Liya closed her eyes tightly. When the eyes opened again, it changed from dark red to some godless gray.
"Is it really a saint..." A guest next to him made a surprised voice.
"I am Maria, come to see the discovery of the Duke of Fagna."
Mo Liya smiled and revisited herself and stood in front of the Duke of Fagna, and extended the right hand to the old man and shook hands with the thin hand.
"You still haven't changed..." Duke Fagner's eyes widened in surprise, and the expression on his face seemed helpless: "How do you feel that I am alone?"
"I will probably live longer." Mo Liya said vaguely, her eyes swept over the faces of other guests in the house, beware of sudden attacks that might occur at any time.
It was not until we determined that there were no vampire hunters in these people, she finally relaxed. Sitting down in the corner of the reception room, immediately a middle-aged woman dressed in luxury and looking like a lady sat next to her, curiously asked:
"Where is this dress bought? I... my daughter wants one too."
"On the Persian market." Mo Liya smiled softly.
In fact, this white dress was taken from the home of the last victim. However, this truth is still better to hide forever.
Waiting for a while, when the guests are all in time, the Duke of Fagna is once again standing in the center of the reception room, and announces today’s
active content
in a loud voice:

Welcome everyone to my 'farm', which I built to save the refugees and the poor. Here, those who have the strength but nowhere to show, can only rely on begging and stealing the refugees, can Give full play to your strength and participate in the construction of this temple."
- Does this guy want to be a "savior"?
Listening to the introduction of the Duke of Fagna, Mo Liya still showed a courtesy smile on his face, but his heart was full of contempt:
I thought that the Duke of Figna was a kind of more realistic person, and I didn't expect it to be an idealist. It has been a few hundred years since I lived. It’s clear that Moliya, who is
cool
, is very clear. In this cruel world, the efforts of idealists will only end in failure.
There are countless people who need to be saved. It is only a part of the labor opportunities that cannot solve any problems at all. Even if the Duke of Figna is so unselfish, after he dies, the heir to this temple will not be as noble as him. At that time...
Realizing that he was wasting his time, Mo Liya was about to leave, but he heard the Duke of Fagnar suddenly raise his voice. It seems that the old body is bursting with enormous energy:
"I know what you are thinking: 'This old man is just in vain', 'It is impossible to make these people redeemed'..." You should all be holding this idea right? But now, as long as I have found it Things, seemingly absurd ideals, can also become a reality!"

Thanks to the ancient book provided by Mr. Bellock, I found the record of ‘angel’ in the book, and found a real angel in a cemetery!

As a result, except for the Duke of Fagna and Bellock, most of the guests present were in a state of procrastination. Silenced for about thirty seconds, and finally a young man, a confused voice broke the silence:
"what?"
His voice seemed to open the switch, and the guests at the scene were in a state of utter disappointment.
"Angel? Just kidding..."
"How can you find that kind of thing in the human graveyard, shouldn't it be in heaven?"
"Are you crazy……"
Listening to the arguments around, the Duke of Fagnana left the discussion time for everyone, and did not immediately continue to speak. While sitting in the corner of Mo Liya, when she heard the word, the body trembled fiercely, and there was a flash of blood in her eyes.
- Is there an angel here? Is this the reason why I can't suppress my nature?
She sat motionless on the wooden chair, feeling the breath in the guest room, and found no obvious abnormalities, but still had a strange feeling lingering, like a layer of haze over her heart.
For the blood family, the angel is definitely the most intractable enemy, and the sacred forces carried by the messengers from heaven can cause incurable damage to the blood. Not to mention Mo Liya, even the most powerful "ancient blood family", in the face of angels, only escape!
The "surprise" that the Duke of Fagnar said was that he found an angel. But for myself, it can only be described as "scare"...
Realizing that the situation is not good, Mo Liya is planning to leave directly, but feels another "friendly" atmosphere.
When her body froze, the Duke of Figna had crossed the crowd and came to the wall in the south of the reception room, tapping on a wooden board, the wooden wall rumbling and began to flank Slide past to reveal the darkroom hidden behind the wall.
The lights in the reception room illuminate the dark room. In the eyes of the crowd, the Duke of Figna walked into the Chamber and stood next to the two statues covered by red cloth.
The statue on the left looks almost two meters tall, compared to the smaller one on the right. As they were draped in red cloth, the guests present did not see the statue at all. I can only listen to the content of the "surprise" that Duke Fagner is proud of:
"Everyone, this is what I said, the bodies of two angels! With them, I can make you all have eternal life!"
This sentence is like releasing a big fireball inside the house, so that the guests are stunned again.
Mo Li Ya turned into dark red eyes, staring at the statue covered with red cloth, some unusual impulse, boiling in every corner of the body.
I don't know why, the two "angel corpses" made her blood-sucking impulse almost impossible to suppress, and I can't wait to grab someone to eat. Mo Liya bit his teeth, trying to suppress the impulses in the body.
At this time, a playful male voice seems to be directly from her brain:
"You think it's ridiculous... right."
Mo Liya suddenly turned back, but found that there were no other guests around him. Everyone stood in the secret room, waiting for the Duke of Fagna to uncover the red cloth on the statue.
The voice seemed to be passed directly into her consciousness through some sort of spell. Mo Liya asked with a faint voice that she could hear: "Who are you?"
"I am ‘Mashisala’.
The other party reported the name and then laughed again. The voice was full of ridicule:
"I can see that you have lived like me for a long time. You are also very clear? The so-called 'eternal life' is just a curse."