Speaking of Lilith, mentioning Huang Xiaobei’s mother.
The expression on Principal Fanzhuo's face suddenly felt lonely.
Lilith Jarod Abraham, the purest heir of the Abraham bloodline, is also the student he is most proud of in his life.
"This matter has always been a top secret among the Camarilla. Even the Senate has no possibility of knowing about it. Vlad only has a partial knowledge of it."
Holding the wine glass, the principal looked at Minister Ivanov, but quickly looked away.
"But I can tell you today, there is no other reason, I just feel that these dusty past events should be known to others."
Minister Ivanov lowered his head and his voice was as weak as a mosquito.
"Some people say that you refused to save her."
The principal didn't say anything, but the hand holding the wine glass trembled slightly.
"Grand Duke Abraham only left one descendant in his life, and almost every generation in their lineage has only one descendant."
"Although Lilith and I are both descendants of the Vandro clan, our bloodlines are very different. Of course, she is much stronger than me."
The principal blinked his eyes bitterly and pursed his lips with a smile.
"If possible, I would rather trade myself for her, but unfortunately, this is just an imagination, because she is very likely to be lost in Cain's right hand."
Minister Ivanov suddenly raised his head.
"Did the Corpse Hand really appear?"
Looking at his teacher, Minister Ivanov clenched the wine glass in his hand, his eyes full of disbelief and shock, and the words he just said were almost yelled out.
Because the Corpse Hand itself is so shocking.
Cain's right hand, the right hand of Cain, the first generation ancestor of the Vampire family, is also the sacred weapon of the Vandro family.
According to legend, the reason why the third generation ancestors were able to defeat the second generation ancestors in the past was directly related to Cain's right hand.
Because that right hand hides the secrets of the world.
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Looking at the dim lights deep in the bar, the principal smoked the cigar in his hand one after another, his wise eyes gradually dimming.
"That was twenty years ago. Cain's right hand did appear. It was in a primitive jungle in South America. I remember that at that time, as soon as the Corpse Hand appeared, it turned the entire jungle into a paradise for monsters. Countless people
Bloodthirsty monsters are fighting each other inside, competing for each other's blood."
The principal stubbed out the cigar in his hand in the ashtray.
"I didn't know at the time that this was the effect caused by the appearance of the Corpse Hand, so I just asked Lilith and six students from the academy to go and see what was going on there."
"Then what?"
Minister Ivanov clenched his fists, eager to know what happened next.
But all he got was a silent shake of the headmaster's head.
"There was no news after Lilith and the others entered the primitive jungle."
"They all disappeared. Afterwards, I personally led people to investigate, but not even the bones were found. Maybe...just like the legend, they were lost in the hands of corpses."
The principal gently wiped the crystal from the corner of his eyes, sighed and talked about the most mysterious holy weapon among the thirteen holy weapons.
"The Corpse Hand is the sacred weapon of our Vandro family, but it has never appeared for thousands of years, and as soon as it appeared, it caused such a disaster."
"Afterwards, I found some records about it by looking through the parchments, and then I understood what Lilith and the others had encountered."
The principal held the wine glass and uttered a sentence in a deep voice.
"You know, Corpse Hand, unlike other sacred weapons, may have its own consciousness."
Minister Ivanov has never been as shocked as he was tonight.
"Consciousness, Corpse Hand is conscious... Could it be that Cain...Teacher, this is impossible, this is simply impossible!"
Facing the excited Minister Ivanov, the principal shook his head.
"You misunderstood me. I didn't say that the ancestors might be resurrected. What I meant was that that hand might have had its own consciousness over the course of thousands of years. This is not impossible, because it is ten years old.
The most mysterious and powerful holy weapon among the three holy vessels, it is not even considered a holy vessel because it is the right hand of Cain."
The principal looked at Minister Ivanov.
"But do you know what I'm worried about?"
"What?"
The principal did not point out his worries directly. Instead, he stared at the wine glass in his hand and smiled bitterly.
"Isn't the most important thing for a person the endless memories? Because these memories represent the connection between that person and the world, but if a person loses his own memory, then he will be incomplete, right?
Because he has forgotten his connection with the world."
The principal's voice suddenly became low.
"But Ivanov, if Corpse Hand possesses Cain's memory and Cain's connection with this world, then can we think that he has been reborn from another perspective?"
"Bang." Minister Ivanov accidentally crushed the wine glass in his hand into pieces...
The principal smiled gently.
"I did find something and saw something. Haha, you know, your teacher only has such a little ability to take advantage of opportunities, but you must also remember that the future is endlessly changing, and the future in the teacher's eyes may be just one of them.
It’s just a possibility. How it will develop in the future depends on us taking it step by step.”
"Child, what I just said are just some of my speculations. As for the facts, even the teacher doesn't know. In addition, don't regard the teacher as God. The teacher is just an ordinary old guy. You still have to
Believe in yourself.”
The principal drank the wine in his glass.
"I hope you can prove my guess wrong, at least this way... it will be better."
Ignoring the astonished Minister Ivanov beside him, the principal drank deeply from his glass, his eyes full of worry.
I hope that what is born is only my own consciousness, not...
The blood of the second generation ancestors was sprinkled on its body, and all the resentments and curses of the second generation ancestors before their death were also left on its body to the greatest extent.
Perhaps, this is the reason why Corpse Hand has its own consciousness.
Because it has the blood of its own children flowing on its body.
Hope my guess is correct.
Thousands of years ago, when the second generation of ancestors died, they used their own blood to awaken only the consciousness of the corpse hand, not the consciousness of Cain.
If it is really Cain's consciousness... then this thousand-year holy war, this problem that has troubled the vampires for thousands of years, is much too terrifying.
Thinking of this, the principal's eyes showed no worry, but a strong sense of fighting!
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Ancestor, first generation ancestor, Cain.
The principal's wise eyes flashed with light. At this moment, he looked like an old general who was about to leave a legacy, and the depths of his pupils were filled with fearless light.
The polite, gentle and wise gentleman has turned into a tiger that has lost its fangs but still fights to the death.
The principal quietly rubbed the wine glass in his hand, his eyes filled with sorrow and fighting spirit.
"Why should we torture our descendants like this when we should have passed away?"
"If you really are still alive in the world, if the chasm really exists because of you, then I will no longer have any respect for you."
"You are no longer an ancestor, you are just a monster blinded by hatred."
"For the rest of my life, I will challenge you to clear the way for my children!"
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Minister Ivanov didn't know that his teacher was ready to fight his ancestors, so he just lowered his head.
"Is it really impossible to find them?"
The principal didn't speak for a long time.
"Maybe, but... the hope is not too great."
"The Corpse Hand, Cain's right hand, is the most mysterious of the Thirteen Sacred Artifacts, and the one with the least records and understanding of it."
"Other sacred weapons may have been in the hands of a certain clan. Even if they were not, they would appear every few hundred years, but only the Corpse Hand is different. It disappears for thousands of years, appears suddenly, and then disappears suddenly."
"No one knows what it looks like, and no one knows what the secrets it hides. Ivanov, I didn't want to tell you these things before because you were all too young. Now...
..it’s time to try to accept it.”
A long silence fell on Minister Ivanov.
He had thought about it a lot over the years and had conducted many secret investigations. He was mentally prepared for this result, but...it came too quickly.
Lost in the hands of corpses, lost for twenty years, almost... dead.
Lily......Silk......
Minister Ivanov's resolute features shed a drop of tears.
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"Teacher, so many years have passed and I have a lot of mental preparation. It's nothing."
Minister Ivanov lowered his head and spoke solemnly.
The principal nodded, "I'm not too worried about you. I know you can accept it. What I'm most worried about is Pierce. He's very smart, but he's also too emotional. That's because he called me a person who is afraid of death.
The old bastard can tell."
"Teacher, does Lilith's son know about this?"
The principal shook his head.
"Xiaobei is a good boy. I have always been very optimistic about him. Of course, you should look down on him, but I know that although that child looks carefree on the outside, his heart is far from as cheerful as he seems on the surface.
I feel like I will never tell him about this, so promise me you won’t do that either.”
"I understand, teacher."
Standing up, Principal Fanzhuo took the suit he took off in his hands.
"Okay, I've drunk enough today, let's go."
Minister Ivanov sorted out his emotions, regained his previous calmness, stood up respectfully and said.
"Teacher, please come this way. The members of the branch are already waiting for you. In addition, I have also asked people to prepare supper, which are some traditional Russian dishes. I hope you like it."
The principal stopped.
He turned around and glanced at Minister Ivanov, then withdrew his gaze.
Stepping in front of the twenty members of the Russian branch, the principal looked at everyone seriously, and every member of the Russian branch would do their best to straighten themselves when they felt the principal's eyes on them.
back.
The principal looked at the energetic and energetic young people in front of him with satisfaction, and patted one of them on the shoulder with a smile.
"They should all be the most outstanding young people in the Russian branch, right?"
"Yes, teacher."
"Well, let's go to China now and meet those old friends who are no longer the same."
After finishing his words, the principal strode towards the bar door.
Looking at the back of the principal, Minister Ivanov fell into a brief daze.
"Old teacher, didn't you just say that we should not take any more actions against the devil party recently?"
The principal opened the door of the bar, and the biting cold wind blew into the bar.
Facing the biting cold wind, the principal smiled and stared at the full moon in the Russian night sky.
His wise and gentle eyes exuded a little kindness.
"Yes, I do think peace is our only way out in the future, but peace does not mean doing nothing."
Turning his head, the principal with silver hair on his face showed an extremely kind smile.
"The children are still waiting for us in heaven."
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At 3:15 in the morning, a plane from St. Petersburg to China took off on time.
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"He's coming."
In the eerie villa, Rowan's cold voice sounded like a ghost.
In the dark villa, dozens of people in black robes were sitting or standing. The moonlight shined through the windows into the house, and a cold breath came from each of them.
Some of them are as powerful as a small tower, while others are short and dwarfed. The only thing they have in common is their bloodthirsty eyes.
"Who's coming?"
The man in black robe sitting on the sofa asked in a hoarse voice.
Rowan casually dropped the information in his hand on the ground.
"Vandro."
There was eternal silence in the darkness, and no one spoke again.
"Haha, the old guy is finally here. It seems he still cares about his students."
After a while, the girl's clear voice sounded from the darkness to Rowan's left, breaking the darkness of silence.
Another man in black robe from the Demon Party standing by the window lowered his voice.
"The principal is not as simple as you think."
"Haha, you still call me principal? Your North American branch is really despicable."
"Xiaolan."
Rowan stopped the girl and asked her not to continue talking like this.
The girl snorted, and the next moment, the sound of flesh tearing came from the darkness.
"Girls' blood tastes better, but men's blood stinks."
The man in black robe standing next to Luo Wen lowered his head and said in a deep voice.
"It would be difficult to deal with Van Zhuo in person, but he shouldn't appear in a short time. I suggest we eliminate Karl now!"
Jie Jie's laughter sounded.
"If you are not afraid of being cut in half by the gods of the East, then go ahead."
"You can lure them out, for example, capture Chu Zifeng's father."
A slender man in black robe held a candlestick in his hand and came to the sofa in the center.
The weak candlelight illuminated his drooping cheek.
But he only said two words.
"no."
No one spoke again, not even the girl who spoke very mercilessly.
Because they dare not go against every word this person says.
Yes, he rarely speaks. No matter where he is, he exists like air.
But no one really dared to treat him like air.
The villa in the darkness once again fell into endless silence.
"Tap tap tap."
Ten minutes later, heavy footsteps sounded, and an old man wearing a gold-rimmed black robe slowly walked down the stairs on the second floor.
"Don't pay attention to Fanzhuo, our goal is only the sacred artifact."
"But if he..."
"Then release thousands of blood servants and let Van Zhuo slowly clean up this mess." (To be continued)