The man came forward and took Mal’s hand.
"Don’t listen to me, you two," he said in a gentle but rather low voice. "Stop arguing. No matter what lies or violence, we are already blood clan. We are immortal. Are we so ungrateful?"
"I’m not ungrateful," I said. "I’m blaming my life, not Mal. For example, I hope you can accompany me. This is the truth. Come to my house. I won’t hurt the guests who come to my house."
I was amazed at what I said, but what I said was true.
"Do you have a room in the city?" Mal asked, "What do you mean by home?"
"I have a comfortable room, and I invite you to talk to me. I also have a lovely fountain garden with simple mind and comfortable slave lights. The garden is full of flowers at night."
The brunette made no secret of his surprise.
"I want to go," he said, glancing behind him. His tone was soft, but there was a pure power in it.
Mal can’t help it. His aquiline nose and sharp eyes remind me of wild eagles with such noses. People always do, but in fact, he has an unusually tall and broad forehead and tough lip line.
To continue my story, it was only then that I noticed that they were dressed in rags like beggars. They were barefoot. Although the blood clan didn’t really emerge from the soil, they were very untidy. If they allowed me, I could help them change the status quo quickly. I always had a lot of closets. Whether I was out hunting or studying murals in an abandoned house, I was a well-dressed Roman and often wore daggers and swords.
Finally, they agreed, and I nodded happily and turned to lead the way while observing whether they would sneak up on me.
I’m glad I didn’t put the guardian at home, whether the two of them could notice their strong heartbeat or not, but I couldn’t let my own thoughts be noticed by them, so we walked all the way.
Finally, when they arrived at my house, they looked around as if they were in a miracle, but all I had was a simple furniture of a rich family. The bronze oil lamp shone brightly, and they stared greedily at the marble room. They hesitated to touch the sofa and chairs.
I don’t know how many times it happened after this situation. Many poor and wandering vampires will be surprised by these simple furnishings when they come to my home.
That’s what. When you come to me, I’ll have a bed for you and clothes for you.
"Please sit down," I said to them. "It’s not at home. I hope you must stay comfortable. I also hope that something can be used to entertain you, just as humans will toast guests."
The tall man first chose a chair to sit in, and I followed suit and asked Mal to sit on my right.
I can clearly see that the blood clan Bimal is much stronger. He is very old and much older than me, so he can recover after the fire. I have to admit that it took at least 200 years before that, but I didn’t feel threatened from him, and then he was quite surprised. He quietly gave his name "Avikas"
Mal looked at me viciously. He sat without rest and was as stiff as if he were ready to quarrel at any time.
I tried to read his mind, but I didn’t.
Come to me, I have well controlled my hatred and anger, but when I saw the anxious expression on Avikas’ face, I thought I was wrong.
The blood clan suddenly blurted out.
"You both hate each other," he said in Latin but with an accent. "Maybe a good talk can resolve this."
Mal took the floor before I agreed.
"We’ll take you to the jungle," he told me, "because our god told us we had to do this. He was badly burned and dying, but he didn’t tell us anything. He asked you to go to Egypt and didn’t tell us anything. He said there must be a new god, but he still didn’t tell us anything."
"Calm down first," Avikasrou said, "so that you can speak from the heart." Even in rags, he is dignified and unusual.
Mal clung to the handle of the chair and stared at my long blond hair falling from my face.
"We were told to bring an ideal person to inherit the magic of God, and we said so. When the older generation of God is weak, a new god must replace him, and an ideal person can inherit the magic of death in the oak forest." "So you found a Roman," I said. "Just when Fu Yougen was happy in his prime and ignored his wishes, didn’t any of you meet the requirements? What came to me with your poor faith? "
Mal didn’t stop because of my contempt. He took it at once.
"’bring a suitable candidate’ and God said’ someone who knows the language of the empire!’ That’s what he said. Do you know how long it took us to find someone like you? "
"Should I sympathize with you?" What I said was mean and stupid.
He went on talking.
"We were ordered to take you to the oak forest, and when you came out to take charge of our big sacrifice, we saw that you had been made into a shining god, and your slightly glowing hair and eyes scared us at that time." You didn’t say a word, but you held out your hand to signal the grand celebration of Sambain Festival, and we saw you sipping blood dedicated to sacrifice! Magic has reshaped you, and we feel that we will prosper, and then it is time to burn the older generation of gods as promised.
"Then you ran away," he leaned back in his chair as if to say that this remark had consumed him a lot. "You didn’t come back," he said wearily. "You knew our secret, but you didn’t come back."