The young employer came backlit, and his slim black suit and gray-blue striped scarf appropriately set off his elegant and noble temperament.

He is a hereditary aristocrat, has a place in the House of Lords, is handsome, rich, funny, and has many conditions that make people envious, jealous and hateful. He was selected as "the best unmarried man in the world" by the magazine "Innovation Century" for three consecutive years.

Only Mession, who served him for more than 120 years, knew that his true identity was an old blond. If he was older, he should have been dead dozens of times if he was old.

The moment the car door was closed, a black cat came in through the crack of the door, arrogantly stepped on the young employer's thigh, and carelessly occupied the left seat of the rear seat.

The employer raised his hand, put the black cat on his side, gently combed his hair with his five fingers, and said absent-mindedly: "Good morning, Mession. What did you eat for breakfast?" It was the employer's strange hobby to explore other people's private lives.

Mession casually replied: "A small cup of fresh blood." Yes, he is also a blood clan, but much younger than his employer - although by appearance, the exact opposite.

The employer said: "Does it come from white people? I'm almost vomiting when I drink white people's blood. I really hope to go to Asia when I have time. I heard that the blood of yellow people is not that greasy."

Mession started the car - he was the housekeeper, secretary, and driver. "Do you go to Westminster Palace?"

The employer said: "Yes, I'm going to attend the meeting today;. Do you guess Old Benson will attend the meeting today?" The members of the House of Lords have always decided whether to attend the meeting depending on their mood.

Mession said: "Maybe."

The employer glanced at the black cat and murmured, "I prepared a red rose for him." He pulled out a rose from behind like a magical trick.

The black cat scratched his thigh.

The employer happily picked it up, held it up, and gave it a passionate kiss to his mouth.

Mession took a look through the rearview mirror: "It's so fresh."

"Yes, I just picked it from the garden. I really look forward to the ecstatic expression of old Benson when he received it." The employer put down the cat and held his chin in trouble. "If he was deeply moved and insisted on giving it to him, what attitude should I refuse? Should I say reservedly, 'I'm sorry, you're too ugly.' or just turn around and tell him, 'I'm so handsome, you can't stand it.' or simply say, 'Get out!'"

Mession silently lit a candle for Bishop Benson.

The House of Lords is a magical place, and it accommodates spiritual personnel and blood clans who are as powerful as water and fire. Of course, the former is open and upright, while the latter hides its identity. The bishops did not know that among the nobles who looked like humans sitting next to them, there might be a group of hundreds of years old hidden men, while the old men were trying every means to tossing the bishops in the dark.

I can only do it secretly.

Five hundred years ago, the jihad war between the blood clan and the church swept across the European continent and also alarmed other worlds. In order to prevent the war from spreading and triggering world wars, under the intervention of heaven and the witness of hell, Leslie, the acting patriarch of the blood clan, signed a ceasefire agreement with the pope at that time, which restricted the blood clan and the spiritual personnel. No matter which side was the first to trigger a fight, they would be severely punished.

Therefore, although the young employer was full of thoughts of slapping Old Benson's bones and throwing ashes, he could only act without hesitation.

The employer said, “Where are you?”

Mession was stunned: "What?"

"I have received a lot of love letters recently."

"..." Although I was yelling with confidence, this is my private life! Please don't listen casually! But Mession, who is familiar with the employer's personality, chose to confess, "No, it's the goodbye letter from the neighbors. The world has not been peaceful recently, and they plan to go to France."

The employer said: "France?"

Mession said: "Bretonia, protected by Lord Ming,"

The employer said: "The other adult there is not very easy to get along with."

Mession smiled bitterly and said, "It's better to die without knowing it."

In the past month, more than a dozen murders have occurred in the UK, from six to fifteen generations, countless blood clans have died. Due to the special identity of the blood clan, the government has suppressed the news, but in the dark world underground, fear has spread like a plague, and the blood clans living in the UK are migrating to France in a large way.

The employer said, “Are you going to leave too?”

Mession said: "I obey your will."

The employer gently teased the black cat's chin with his fingers. The black cat gave him a paw. He lowered his head, stared at the black cat's transparent yellow eyes, smiled, and said softly: "Don't worry about reads;."

The black cat turned around and lay down, hooking his tail against the employer's hand.

The Palace of Westminster on the Thames is in sight.

Mession parked the car not far away, and the employer reluctantly kissed the black cat, got out of the car and walked forward.

Just as Mession rebooted the car to the parking garage, a huge explosion came from the direction where the employer left, and the passenger seat window was hit by a black shadow. The black shadow quickly opened the door and sat in.

Mession looked at the return employer in surprise.

The employer dusted the dust stained during the explosion and looked bad: "Someone installed a bomb and exploded Benson away. The poor rose became his funeral object. I knew I should have given a bunch of daisies that suited the situation." He looked down at the collar, "I hope his minced meat did not touch my clothes."

Heimao, who had already walked to the middle of the driver's seat and the passenger seat, stopped and turned around to leave, but was caught back by the employer's hand.

"It's not okay to dislike your master." The employer pinched its ears.

The black cat tickled his claw proudly.

The back of the hand was bleeding, and the employer smiled distractedly, lowered his head and licked the blood clean, and the wound had healed.

In the chaos in front of Westminster Palace, Mession drove away.

"Where to go?" he asked.

The employer said: "Go home to pack up, it seems we are going to France for a while."

The employer's decision was late.

Mession also selected the fine wine that his employer would miss when he arrived in France in the wine cellar, and the police have come to him.

"Mr. Osia Chamberlain, now there is reason to suspect that you are related to an explosion that happened outside Westminster Palace this morning. Please come with us."

Employer - Osia Chamberlain, who was mentioned by the police, calmly picked up his coat: "Can I ask my driver to follow the police car? I'm afraid I won't get a taxi when I leave."

The policeman said, "Then he will also have to bring the money for staying in the hotel." The implication is that he will not be released soon.

Osia walked to the garden and the black cat playing in the garden rushed over.

Osia stopped and gently stroked its back: "I'll be back soon."

The black cat's tail hooked his wrist.

Osia asked the police: "Can I take it with me? No one at home takes care of it. When the incident happened, it can be used as a cat certificate."

The policeman said: "You also have to bring enough cat food."

Walking to the door, Osia said: "And..."

"What?" the policeman became impatient.

Osia picked a rose: "Give it to you."

The policeman was stunned and looked vigilantly at his overly outstanding appearance: "During World War II, your behavior may be forced to undergo hormonal therapy."

Osia smiled: "Maybe, if you hadn't been blown away by Germany at that time;."

police:"……"

Osia picked up the black cat scratching her legs and asked casually: "Don't you like roses?"

The policeman looked gloomy: "When Bishop Benson passed away, he also held a rose in his hand."

Osia was silent for a moment and said, "I don't want to curse you."

The policeman looked at him and his face looked a little better. Well, although he was not interested in men, it seemed like a good experience to receive a rose from a handsome guy. He stretched out his hand and planned to take the flower over.

Osia said: "But the rose in Old Benson's hand was like it, I picked it from the garden with my own hands."

The police decided to take care of their hands.

Osia was taken to the police station, a special small room.

There is only one table, two chairs, and one desk lamp in the room. The windows are very high, and you can only see the windows of the building opposite the police station.

Osia sat down and placed the black cat on the table.

The cat jumped off the table and was caught by Osia again.

"The ground is dirty," he said.

The black cat's paws rubbed against his thighs for a few times, and found a comfortable position to sit down.

The door opened, and an old man with gray hair but meticulous care was worn by a black suit and with a cane, walked in slowly and closed the door with his backhand.

Osia said: "The cross on your neck is exposed."

The old man calmly pulled away the chair and sat down, leaned his crutch against the table, and smiled and said, "I am not wearing a cross."

Osia said: "Then you must have a bucket of holy water in your stomach."

The old man said: "That won't work for you. Osia Chamberlain, oh no, Mr. Osia Gangro."

Osia looked at him expressionlessly, as if he had expected that his identity had been exposed: "What should I call you? Old guy? Is old man dead?"

The old man said: "I dare not be the word "old" in front of you. I was not born yet when you joined the Model Council. In fact, I am considered a young and strong person in the church."

Osia said: "It seems that I have no secret in your eyes."

The old man said, "No, there is still a little bit. For example," he took out a ruby-set gold pocket watch from his pocket and placed it in front of Osia, "this."

Osia's eyes moved to the raised emblem of the pocket watch cover.

The old man leaned forward slightly and his voice was low:

"Finished at the scene of Bishop Benson's murder."

"You should be familiar with it, right?"

"Michavi's family emblem."
Chapter completed!