023, long history

In summer, the sun is scorching.

The sky in July is filled with a disgusting and sticky feeling. Even under such a night, it still makes people feel bored in the air. [bsp;    Dongdongdong-Dongdong-Dongdong-

On the full moon night, drums sounded from afar.

The annual Blood Clan Seal Ceremony is being held in the royal district that has been gradually rebuilt.

Because the idiot was demoted, the ceremony of maintaining seals for the blood clan fell on others. However, this does not mean that the seal ceremony will be not lively. Even if it is so far away, you can still hear the rumbling drums coming from there, and you can know how lively it is now.

There, the lights are brightly lit. Everyone is immersed in the festive atmosphere. Although this festival represents the suffering of wind and sand, it also represents a victory and rebirth.

"Huh~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"

Listening to the drums and noise coming from afar, Hu Tao slowly exhaled.

She sat in the library seat, holding a pen in her right hand, constantly turning her fingertips. Her left hand supported her chin, leaning against the back of the chair slightly lazy, and her eyes looked through the huge floor-to-ceiling glass of the library, looking at the clear lake outside.

The lake water is as calm as frozen, and there is no trace of it

o Lan.

The full moon in the sky is embedded on this lake, and it seems to be still, forming a landscape like a painting.

Draw...

Hu Tao raised her head and looked at the full moon in the sky.

The red pupils stared at the ruby-like eyes, contrasting with the pure full moon...

"Xiangyou...How are you doing now?"

Despite her hatred, and even though she thinks that Xiangyu's current situation is the best result for everyone, she will feel guilty whenever she thinks of it. Think about it... In some ways, she is also the one who harmed her...

"Princess, your tea is here."

The nv servant walked over, holding a cup of black tea in his hand, putting it down. Hu Tao smiled and nodded at her. After the nv servant left, she picked up the cup of black tea and took a sip.

………………………… Sweetness with a slightly bloody smell. Obviously, the black tea brewed with pig blood can only taste it to your taste.

Putting down the black tea in her hand, Hu Tao took back her heart and raised the pen in her hand. Outside, smoke huā had already started to be put on, but even if the smoke huā was so bright, Hu Tao didn't want to participate much in the festival without the idiot. Maybe she has been used to living alone since she became like this, but now, it makes her feel that staying quietly is not a bad thing.

The pen was filled with ink. The walnut lifted up his sleeves, and the pen in his hand fell on the blank paper in front of him and started writing.

Biography of Arrowville

A geographic biography full of làng manga, to be more popular, is similar to some travel guides. It is a book hidden in the Royal Library of the Bucks. After the collapse of the entire White Castle, Wu Tao relied on memory to copy these precious manuscripts bit by bit.

Hu Tao likes this kind of books very much. When he was fine all day, he buried himself in the library to read these travel biography full of comics, and at the same time he dreamed of traveling in such a place. He experienced the adventure full of danger but also full of thorns.

"laugh………………"

While writing dictation, a smile slowly rose from the corner of Hu Tao's mouth. Now, she is writing the love story described in the book. As a nv child, she still remembers such a story very clearly. Almost every word, every word and sentence is used. When writing dictation, it is like watching the drama adapted from the love story happen in front of her, beautiful and làng.

Writing, writing. Based on the memories of that beautiful love story in my mind, the pen and ink began to leave the fragrance of ink on the paper. However, the protagonist of Hu Tao wrote in the biography solved the problem of eating people

The moment when ou's demon rescued the princess...

Her hands stopped.

Wait for a moment…………… Wait for a moment

Hu Tao was stunned. She immediately threw down the goose pen in her hand and read the things recorded in detail on the previous pages. In particular, she carefully looked through any records about the demon in the book in her memory.

That is the most evil thing in the world and the source of all sins in the world. The demon held a weapon symbolizing destruction and ominousness in his hand, covering the whole world in a nightmare.

Is this description very familiar?

Does it feel like an idiot?

However, Hu Tao covered her head and shook her head. Because she clearly remembered that there was a chā painting of the demon in that book. As for the style of the demon, she couldn't control it and had no interest. But the problem was, the weapon held in the hand of the demon...

That's a sword?

And...and...

Hu Tao pressed her head tightly with both hands and thought about it carefully. Soon, she finally remembered it.

The hilt of the sword is engraved with holy marks. The whole body emits a golden light. That... isn't it what Dai Lao and Goodes are holding...

Holy Sword. Vatican?

When he thought of this answer, Hu Tao immediately shook his head vigorously. Because, this is really a ridiculous conclusion.

In my memory, although there are not many records about this holy sword of the Holy See, all the records are positive. They all say that this sword is full of divine power, punishing evil and promoting good, how can it be in the hands of the demon? Moreover, it is still so evil, eating people raw

In the hands of the demon?

Hu Tao smiled and was a little angry at his suspicion. He should not doubt the identity of a holy sword of the Holy See. Even if the sword fell into Dai Lao's hands, the one who really made the sword fall was the demon blood he gave Dai Lao. If he said so, the culprit that defiled the holy sword was actually himself, not that it was very evil in itself.

After thinking about this, Hu Tao felt relieved. She gave the book "Biography of Arrowville" in her hand, sorted out the manuscript, and put it aside for the NV servant to use it for printing. Then, she took out a piece of white paper again, and wrote such a record on it based on her memory.

"Ode to the Vatican" - First mentioning it, about two hundred years ago.

"The Apple of Matoria" - Although the name is not written directly, according to the description of the sword body, it is very likely that it is the Vatican.

"Rodan War" - About 150 years ago, during the civil war in the Kingdom of Rodan, a Templar held a holy sword to calm the civil war. Therefore, the holy sword was enshrined as the holy sword of the Holy See and was admired by thousands of people.

"Aita, Maria's Love" - ​​the specific year, month and day are ominous, but it is mentioned that the Vatican disappears from the Kingdom of Rodin.

"World Warcraft Picture Book" - describes that about seventy years ago, someone defeated the Vatican level seven monster crazy eye and saved the entire village.

In Hu Tao's memory, there are these books that describe the Vatican. Although the records of such a small scale and half claw are really rich compared to their own reading volume. However, even in such a short record, you can still see how sacred this sword is. It has always been held in the hands of various heroes.

Hu Tao smiled slightly, look, the situation is so clear, what else can I doubt? The fact is that I was wrong and misunderstood.

Fold the paper up and threw it into the wastebasket beside her. Hu Tao once again picked up the black tea beside her and took a sip. She tasted the sweetness of the blood. She raised her head, looked at the night outside the glass and the bright moon, and exhaled with great satisfaction.

Forget it, there is no need to pursue it. Anyway, the sword has been sealed in the moon together. As long as nothing unexpected happens...

Dongdongdongdong-dongdongdong-dongdong-

Accident……?

In my ears, the sound of celebratory drums came. It seemed that in this late night, it still continued to resound throughout the sky. But...

If you really want to say it, isn’t this... just an accident?

Hu Tao hurriedly put down the teacup in her hand, turned around quickly, and rushed to the library behind her. Her eyes were constantly looking for something on these bookshelfs, and the worry in her eyes became more and more obvious.

Accident...it's just that the seal is not complete.

To put it bluntly, the seal festival that is being held now is just some useless huā whistle. It is impossible to become the driving force for sealing.

If... if...if...if it's if. If the defiled holy sword will appear again with Dai Lao, who is already completely wary, again... the result will be really unimaginable

Hu Tao's eyes swept through the library's books one by one, trying her best to search for various books that could record the sword. Unfortunately, the books in this library are basically photocopy of the books in the Royal Library, and some of them have been deleted to be placed here, and there are no books they need.

What to do? What to do?

Just thinking about it, Hu Tao felt a little anxious. Now no one knows when Dai Lao's seal will be broken. I'm afraid even that idiot himself doesn't know. In this case, for the sake of the country and for the idiot, it is absolutely necessary for him to think carefully about where that sword came from.

Hu Tao walked along the entire library, but she was a little disappointed. Almost all the books on the bookshelf were deleted from the Royal Library. Although for ordinary citizens, the amount of books was quite good. But it didn't involve any key things at all.

Hu Tao was worried, so she sat back on her seat, bit the end of the pen, and thought carefully on the blank paper. Then, based on her impression, she drew the Vatican in Dai Lao's hand, stroked and stroked the paper.

The holy sword...appears before your eyes.

Although the painting is not very good and cannot be vivid, it can be seen by people. Hu Tao put down the goose pen, stared at the drawing carefully, and searched the memories in her mind harder, hoping to dig out some useful information from the depths of her mind.

Hu Tao thought, recalled...

Squeak.

A slight sound suddenly pulled her back from her thoughts.

What sound?

Hu Tao turned her head and looked at the dark library behind her.

In such a deep middle of the night... Could it be a mouse?

Hu Tao shook her head and began to look at the drawing paper in her hand again to think. But just as she lowered her head...

Pick.

The sound of the book falling to the ground was extremely clear and came from the darkness of the library.

"Who is it"

Hu Tao shouted, and the sound in the dark stopped immediately.

Around, there was darkness... In this silence, Hu Tao suddenly felt his heartbeat start to accelerate.

She swallowed, held the drawing paper in her hand, and walked towards the shadow little by little with her toes.

She walked very slowly.

Although the night in the library was not so deep under these red pupils, it could no longer give her any peace of mind.

Holding the guide light in his hand, Hu Tao came to a corner...

She took a big breath, calmed herself a little, rushed out and raised the guide light in her hand.
To be continued...