Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

"Summoning a cosmic evil god of that level... Aren't you really planning to destroy the world?"

"I'm afraid you'll be sitting in a theater with her and enjoying the play."

Rope said playfully.

"Don't worry, His Majesty Hastur's character is not as bad as the chronicle, and I'm still here."

"Ok."

The devil said so, and Jia Da could only trust Luo Pei.

"I'll let you know when the "scenario" and "altar" you mentioned are set up. "

"Yeah. And the banned books for the "Library"... It's getting more and more interesting. "

With a smile on the corner of Rope's mouth, he left the desk.

"Jada, where is your computer here?"

"Computer? Oh, you mean that device, in the next room." Jiada tilted her head and asked, "What are you using it for?"

"Contact Aldikia's country."

"Aldikia?"

"I still have the title of "Marquis of Ardikia" anyway. Rope said with a smile: "Some things need to be contacted with the sensible royal family, and let them prepare to come to Itogami Island and take over a family member of the Lihavine family who is living abroad." "

Yase Xiansheng's life will not last long.

The effect of "pulling out the brain" is to completely remove the "self". Now Yase Xiansheng is at best just a corpse with memory, and when that memory gradually dissipates, he will die.

At that time, Haase Natsune will naturally return to the state of an orphan.

Rope thought for a while, and it was better to let the Lihavain family come directly.

For that young girl, officially returning to a fairly good family is a good thing, enough to smooth out the sadness of her adoptive father's death.

Turning on the computer and logging into one of his secret accounts, Rope skillfully sent emails to Aldikia.

In this way, only the "spiritual blood of the sages" remains...

Chapter [-]: The nuclear refining of the blood of immortality, the stay of Natsuyin Yase

In the midsummer season, the air of Itogami Island is sultry like a steamer.

"Well...it's hot..."

"Orola-chan, just be patient, you'll be home soon?"

Lan Yu Shallow comforted the blond middle-aged girl who was downcast and looked like she was burnt out.The latter couldn't get a trace of energy at all, and his mouth sipped into a straight line as if he had eaten Coptis chinensis.

No wonder.

What vampires hate most is the sun, and the weaker ones will even get burned.As the Fourth Primogenitor, Aurora cannot be harmed by the sun, but physical disgust is inevitable.

"My generation wants ice cream, and air conditioning..." Aurora muttered: "This is the greatest invention of mankind."

"Hahaha……"

Listening to Aurora's words that were enough to make a group of scientists crawl out of the cemetery in anger, Onion just smiled awkwardly.

"Orola-chan is too squeamish. Think about it, if Itogami Island is not always in spring and summer, we girls will suffer in winter. No matter which school's school uniforms for ladies, winter clothes are all skirts... …”

"I don't care!"

Aurora patted her chest and said proudly.

"Permafrost is my best friend! Where there is ice and snow, it is my country!"

Vampires have very low resistance to high temperature, but it may be that night has been linked to cold, and they have acquired excellent low temperature resistance.

Not to mention the twelfth Familiar Beast that Aurora possesses, "Blue Ice of the Demon Girl" is the Familiar Beast that manipulates freezing air.

"Isn't this very spiritual?"

Aurora gave Aurora a pale look, and then she thought.

"Speaking of which, Dad seems to have said that he would take me to Hokkaido for a trip during the winter vacation... Do you want to come here, Aurora-chan?"

"Hokkaido?"

"Well, a place in mainland Japan, I heard it's cold, and the crabs are delicious."

"I'm going! I'm going!"

Aurora shouted happily, for her, being invited by friends is more exciting than Hokkaido.

But soon, her expression hesitated.

"...I'd better ask Ape first and go after getting his permission. He is my guardian."

When the name "Ape" was mentioned, Lan Yu Asano thought of the handsome black-haired young man she saw that night.

It exudes a different kind of charm, a gesture that transcends the mundane and overlooks everything.

""Honorary Marquis of Aldikia" Rope..."

Shallow murmured the identity she found online, but she always felt that the black-haired youth was definitely more than a secular nobleman.