The man is in the Ark, a blood demon scientist

Probably, it was during the time when I was given the quill as a gift and studying at Columbia.

The school is going to hold a parents' meeting.

The feather pen invited him to attend... Considering the child's normal interaction with his classmates in the future, he put it on.

It's like wearing a mask.

I've gotten into the habit of it and forget to take it off.

011. The budding feelings

"You are free."

In the detention room of the Longmen Guard Bureau, the detective in charge of guarding opened the iron gate.

Capone and Gambino walked out with haggard faces. They looked at each other and saw the joy in each other's eyes.

During the few days in Longmen, he was hunted by the Blood Demon, locked up in the interrogation room and tortured, and then stuffed into the detention room, where he was ridiculed and mocked by his friends next door day and night.

[Are they Rupert? From Syracuse? They are clearly stray dogs.]

[It really makes me laugh to death, the famous Syracuse gang? They are locked up with us thieves... Hey, brother, why did you hit me? ! Oh, you are in prison for murder, that's fine, I am the one who offended you. ]

[Hey, are you from Syracuse? Where is your family? Why don’t they come to save you? Hahaha…]

【...】

Gambino had been accumulating anger for several days, and the first thing he did when he walked out of the detention room was to spat at his friends, causing a commotion inside the iron gate.

Capone was in a good mood and wanted to give his friends some farewell gifts, but he happened to have a thick phlegm in his throat...

Just then, the detective called out to them.

"Wait, you are on bail, and the bondsman wants to see you."

Capone had to swallow the phlegm and forced a flattering smile, "Okay, I'll follow your orders, officer."

He grabbed Gambino, who was still cursing beside the iron gate, and pulled him out of the detention room.

Gambino came back to his senses and inevitably showed a disgusted expression, "Your smile just now was really disgusting."

"Then you can go back inside," Capone's expression returned to its usual gloomy tone.

"Tsk," Gambino clicked his tongue and changed the subject abruptly, "Who do you think bailed us out?"

"At least not one of those Lungmen police superintendents sitting in an office chair."

After walking for a while along the corridor outside the detention room, a burly man was already waiting. He looked at the two Ruperts and said, "The boss wants to see you. Be careful when you talk."

"Okay, now we know, it's... it's the Rat King of Lungmen," Capone had cold sweat on his forehead, wetting his short hair that was greasy and messy because it had not been taken care of for a long time and stuck to his skin.

"..." Gambino's lips moved for a long time before he uttered a sonorous and powerful word.

"Grass."

*

The newly built blast furnace passed a series of tests with flying colors.

Feather Pen was temporarily free, so he found a chair and sat in the rest area. Looking at the workers cheering and celebrating around the blast furnace, he couldn't help but feel happy. He pursed his thin lips slightly, revealing a faint smile.

"Miss...? Why are you here?" A Filin woman in work clothes was also in the lounge. She was surprised to see Feather Pen. In her opinion, a 15 or 6-year-old girl like Feather Pen, who should be in school, could stand on a high platform and direct an entire project. It was obvious that she was the daughter of a big family and was sent here to gain practical experience.

The children of big shots also sit in the workers' rest area? Oh, by the way, I don't think I saw her servants...

The film woman was lost in thought.

"Miss? Are you calling me?" It was the first time that Quill Pen was addressed like that, and she looked at her in surprise.

There was still a faint smile on her cute face, just like the sky clearing up after the rain, walking into the park with the cool breeze, and seeing a soft kitten lying on a bench, meowing softly at you. At that moment, it seemed as if the world became fresh and bright... It immediately aroused Filin's longing for beautiful things. She resisted the urge to run up to hug the feather pen and rub her short hair hard. Her breathing became a little faster without her noticing.

The film woman responded with a slightly blushing smile, "Aren't you the eldest lady?"

"Hmm..." Quill tilted its head, "Maybe?"

Just as Filin wanted to chat a little more, he was interrupted by a long series of communicator prompts.

"......" Feather Pen watched her finish the call with joy and happiness on her face. He hurriedly took out a small handbag, put his communicator in it, then stood up and was about to leave.

"Ah...my boyfriend is here to pick me up," Filin gave an embarrassed smile.

"Boyfriend?" Feather Pen looked at Filin with some confusion as she walked out of the factory and affectionately hugged a Pelo man dressed as a white-collar worker. The two of them whispered in each other's ears for a while, then left while talking and laughing.

She was a little confused.

A few years ago, when Feather Pen was studying at Columbia Tremont Affiliated Middle School, she was once misunderstood as having a boyfriend... A parent-teacher meeting was being held at the time. Accardo was wearing sunglasses and driving a sports car. He changed out of the crimson suit that had become the standard for "Rhine Life Engineering Masters" in the eyes of others, and replaced it with a black dress. He had a handsome and gentle face, like a great musician from Leitania. He walked slowly, gently stroked the head of Feather Pen, who was also wearing a dress, and then went up to the stage as if no one was around, and sat down in front of the huge grand piano, with melodious notes dancing on his fingertips.

That was "Fall of Empire" written by the previous Witch-King of Leithania.

There was a giant penguin also wearing a tuxedo standing below the stage, flapping its wings wildly and cheering at the blood demon on the stage.

Amid the sound of the piano, several female classmates looked towards the stage from time to time with eyes full of admiration and worship. They gathered around Feather Pen and asked her curiously if this was her boyfriend.

Feather Pen could no longer remember how he answered his classmates at that time.

As if a little vanity had arisen, she nodded in acknowledgment to her classmates, and her ears were filled with their envious screams.

Boy friend......

Unlike the ignorance of the past, Quill Pen now has already understood what this word really means.

She fantasized for no reason that she was like that Filin, hugging Acardo's arm intimately, and then...

The girl sat in the soft chair in the lounge, her fair cheeks stained pink.

My face...is so hot.

Feather Pen looked at the ceiling with a somewhat dazed look in his eyes, and his heart was beating faster than ever before.

012. The Wolf is Coming

"A quill."

This was the fourth time that Akado reminded the girl next to him.

"Um... I'm sorry, Director..." Quill blushed and followed closely behind Akado. She lowered her head and still felt dizzy.

The blood demon frowned, but stopped reminding her. He pulled Quill's arm and took her to the side of the road to watch the traffic rushing.

The countdown on the traffic light sign changed from 10 to 9.

Perhaps it was because the number 9 carried more weight than 10, the crowd waiting on the sidewalk began to get restless.

It was almost dusk, the setting sun hung in the sky slowly emitting a vermilion halo, casting a complex shadow of the tall buildings, like a black forest, hanging down towards the streets of Longmen. The street lights lit up one after another, and the shop owners began to light up the LED lights on the door plaques. The white-collar workers left the company exhausted after work, and in the midst of the shouts, they cheered up a little, thinking that after working hard all day, they should relax at night, and then followed the guidance of their hearts and sat in some restaurants that might not be suitable for children.

The afterglow of the setting sun swept across the end of the sky, passed through the dark green distant mountains, and fell on the cheek of the feather pen, rendering that delicate face red, or perhaps, covering up the shyness that was revealed on the surface.

The heartbeat was so loud and rapid that Akado could hear it clearly standing so close to her.

A strong emotion was also sensed, and the corner of the blood demon's eyes twitched slightly. What kind of emotion was this? Shyness? Fear? Nervousness?

The countdown on the sign returned to zero, the red light came on, and the traffic slowly stopped.

Quill had stuffed her little hand into Akado's palm at some point, tightly grasping his fingers, and her hot body pressed against him.

The Blood Demon felt the warmth at his fingertips, took Quill's hand expressionlessly, followed the pedestrians, and walked across the street.

Then he found the place where the sports car was parked. The servants of Shi Huaiya Group were waiting by the side and handed over the keys respectfully.

Accardo let go of the hand holding the feather pen and sat in the driver's seat. Amid the roar of the engine, the light blue sports car slid into the dusk.

Dusk faded, and then night fell, with stars dotting the sky and a crescent moon in the sky.

The colorful lights make the night look like day, and the prism-like skyscrapers reflect the colorful lights.

This city is tired, but also full of vitality, just like high school students who are about to take their senior year exams. They have goals, they are young and energetic, they work hard for it and endure hardships.

He looked at the night view of Longmen and suddenly spoke to the feather pen beside him.

"You were very absent-minded today. If I hadn't led the way, you would have even hit the street lamp."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry...Father." The girl apologized repeatedly. She could hear Akado's dissatisfaction and felt a little frustrated.

"Is there a boy you like?" Accardo turned the steering wheel, drove steadily, and suddenly looked up and asked her.

That's right, my daughter has reached puberty, it's normal for her to like someone, Blood Demon thought carelessly. He has always been very open-minded about love, if they are really in love, he doesn't mind giving a young person some support.

"Yes..." Quill tilted her head and whispered.

If Akado wasn't a blood demon with sharp hearing, he wouldn't have been able to hear it at all.

"Describe the boy you like." Akado said in a flat tone.

"Woo..." Feather Pen's face turned red all of a sudden. She stammered and didn't dare to tell the truth for a long time.

"Are you feeling embarrassed? Then come and tell me when you want to talk about it," the Blood Demon said, and then drove in silence.

He was not bored enough to pry into the thoughts of a little girl, even if she was his adopted daughter.

After all, he was raised by himself, so Akado was quite confident in his educational policies...Quillen did not disappoint him. When faced with emergencies, he was able to remain calm and show excellent execution.

When dealing with people, he is mainly rational and never gets flustered in his daily life or research work.

He had reason to believe that Quill was a girl who would not be deceived by the little boys she met.

*

On the landship, the Lupo girl sitting by the porthole yawned and glanced at the desert outside the porthole. The desert was dark in the night, and several huge claw beasts could be vaguely seen foraging around. The weather tonight was good, without clouds and mist, and the Milky Way could be seen flowing quietly in the night sky in the distance. The crescent moon was surrounded by stars, casting a bright white light on the ground.

This is the VIP box with an elegant environment. It is separated from the business class and is equipped with two beds, a set of tables and chairs, a wardrobe, and a separate bathroom.

"Ma'am, your coffee." The waiter took the porcelain cup from the tray, placed it on her table, bowed, and quietly left.

The hot white mist was floating in the air, and the wilderness was a little cold at night.

Celinina Texas opened her suitcase, took out a down jacket and put it on.

Sitting on the bed behind her was a white-haired girl from the Liberian tribe.

"Those Syracuse people won't come after us again," she stated the facts in a flat voice. "Director Acardo has arranged everything."

"Thank you for your company, Miss Joyce."

"......" Joyce nodded and calmly accepted Texas's thanks, "The person you should thank the most is Director Accardo."

"If we can successfully reach Longmen... I will sincerely express my gratitude to Mr. Accardo."

"Received the message," Joyce was very sleepy. She pulled the quilt over herself and soon fell into a deep sleep, "...deep sleep...Zzzzz...modify the advanced configuration and power management interface...Zzzzz..."

The dull and monotonous voice simulates the program sound of the machine, but because of the crisp and soft texture of the sound, it is inevitable that people find it cute.

Texas looked out the porthole.

The glass reflected her profile.

The interior of the private room was reflected in the orange-red eyes.

In the blur, it was like a fire, covering a prosperous manor, burning everything there to ashes. Glory, wealth, family affection, friendship... all were like sand in the wilderness, blown away by the wind.

Texas is her last name and also her family name.

With her family dead, she was just a lone wolf away from the pack.

But fortunately, there was someone who was even more lonely and arrogant than her. Perhaps out of pity and sympathy, or perhaps out of some complicated political strategy, he chose to lend a helping hand to her in that desperate situation where the whole world was her enemy.

Is it true?

"Last descendant of the Texas family, are you willing to offer the last glory of your family and swear allegiance to me?"

In the overwhelming murderous intent, the pale blood demon stood in front of the sword, his tall and straight figure was like a mountain, standing still despite the howling wind and thunderstorm. He wore a black crown and counted a century of prosperity.

"King, I am willing to follow you and never betray you until the end of my life, in the name of Texas."

The girl crossed her two swords, then knelt on one knee and lightly touched the back of the blood demon's hand with her forehead.

013. Dragon Gate's Evil Penguin