The door opened, and the guests and hosts met their eyes for a moment.

"Welcome, friend from the East. Your saint once said that it is a pleasure to have friends from afar, and tonight is the most surprising moment of my journey. Seeing Ye Fan for the first time, this young man with a very good temperament and extremely handsome appearance stroked his chest and greeted him, this kind of etiquette is an aristocratic etiquette that has been prevalent in the Middle Ages, and today, it is extremely rare to be like the rivers and lakes hugging fists and Taoist heads.

In any modern European royal family, it is difficult to see this kind of etiquette again.

This is the most orthodox, gentlemanly, and friendly aristocratic demeanor.

"Friend?" Ye Fan looked around at this luxurious and luxurious suite, and smiled: "When has the Chinese language been popularized to this extent?"

The furnishings in the room were very elegant, and on the wall above a gold imperial chair hung a gold-framed portrait of an ancient court nobleman, on which the man combed his big wavy blonde hair, and his facial features were handsome, seven or eight points similar to the young man of European descent in front of him.

The young man smiled: "Half an hour ago. ”

Half an hour ago, it was the time when Jiang Yuan massacred the police.

"Interesting. Ye Fan looked him up and down, the young man's figure was very well-proportioned, the neckline to the cuffs of the well-cut black court shirt were embroidered with intricate gold and silver threads, and the white shirt stretched out from the neck and wrists, and there were still layers of lace.

His golden hair is tied back in his head, and his gestures have the demeanor of the ancient court nobles, and if he appears in the salons and balls of high society, he will definitely attract countless ladies and ladies around him.

This is a man who turns all beings upside down, his demeanor, his elegance, must have been influenced by that environment since he was a child, and his identity must be extraordinary.

"You may be seated, leaf. The young man smiled and grabbed the bottle of ancient red wine on the table, pulled out the cork, and a rich aroma of aged brew filled the room.

Ye Fan sat down on the court chair opposite the round table and waited for his next step.

"In the ancient East, there are long legends and legends, fortunately, in my lifetime, I can make friends like Ye You. He poured his wine and opened the subject: "Don't worry about my sincerity, you can call me Edward, or Gawain." ”

When he said this, Ye Fan kept his eyes on the two pale women-like hands, and there was a slight discoloration in the depths of his eyes.

"Edward, what is your relationship with the British royal family?" Ye Fan asked seemingly casually, but he stopped pouring wine.

Edward smiled, but his eyes were full of vicissitudes, that kind of look, which made Ye Fan seem to capture something for a moment, but he was not sure.

"Haven't you heard the story of King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table, my friend?" said Edward, turning back to pour his wine, two goblets, each filled with a third of the bright red liquid.

"I'm sorry, but I don't dabble in European culture. Ye Fan shrugged his shoulders, took the wine glass handed by Edward, glanced at the red temptation, and sniffed lightly: "This wine is old, right?"

"A product of the sixth century AD. Edward smiled calmly.

His eyes changed slightly, and Ye Fan suddenly felt that the wine glass was hot! Wine from 1,400 years ago? Who is he?

"Ye, if you haven't heard of the Knights of the Round Table, then my story will be completely foreign to you. Edward sat down and raised his glass in a very graceful manner.

Ye Fan nodded and smiled: "The night is long, it is the time to listen to the story, and I am willing to hear it in detail." ”

Edward looked at him deeply, nodded slightly, took a sip of wine, and then said in an extremely slow tone: "You are right, the night under the stars is beautiful, and countless romantic poems praise it, praise it, there is no night, there is no day. When the sun sets, the dark loneliness is something that ordinary people can't experience. ”

"Why?" Ye Fan interjected at the right time.

Edward did not answer his question, but said to himself: "I remember that evening, when the seagulls of the British Isles flew to the cliff face against the red sun, and that was the last time I bathed in the sun. Every detail of it, to this day, I still remember. But after that time, I said goodbye to the sunshine forever. ”

At this point, Edward paused, his blue eyes fixed on the guest across from him for a full minute.

"Haha, I see, so you have lived for more than a thousand years?"

Vampire! Legendary vampire!

It has been passed down since the Middle Ages, and it is an anomaly unique to the dark world of Europe!

No wonder Ye Fan couldn't detect the blood under his skin, because the special physiological structure of vampires was completely different from that of normal humans, relying on diffusion to concentrate blood on the vital organs of the body, and their capillaries had already atrophied and degenerated.

"Fifteen hundred and forty-six years to be exact. Edward replied with a wry smile, "Age means nothing to us until the Day of Judgment comes, or we are killed by humans." ”

"Yes, you are incompatible with human beings, you reveal your identity, are you afraid that I will kill you?" Ye Fan's half-joking inquiry made Edward smile elegantly.

If he wasn't a vampire, he would have been the most elegant prince.

"You won't. You and I are both outliers. Edward smiled and shook his head: "Life is an endless torture for me, living in a thousand years of darkness, if I can be freed, I am willing to die at your hands, my friend." ”

Ye Fan shook his wine glass and asked, "It doesn't make sense, Edward, who doesn't want to stay young and live forever? Why do you have such negative thoughts?"

Don't say that ordinary people are afraid of death, throughout the ages, how many emperors have hoped to be immortal, but there is no way to pursue their dreams, as a veteran vampire, Edward's idea makes Ye Fan difficult to understand.

"It's not negativity, in layman's terms, I've lived enough. Edward carefully drank the wine in his glass and said slowly, "You live in the sun, but I live in hell, that's the reason." What is the point of living in solitude for more than a thousand years, away from people and races, hiding in all corners of the world like a walking dead?"

"Oh, that's the case...... Is this true or false?" Ye Fan didn't taste the master's wine, put the wine glass on the table, clasped his hands, and stared at Edward's twenty-year-old young face: "Then Your Excellency asked me to meet late at night, just to express my loneliness?"

"No, my friend, I have a request for you. Edward sighed, got up and walked around, and stood in front of the portrait, "Look, what's the difference between me now and me at the beginning?"

It turned out that this painting was what he looked like before he became a vampire, what was the difference? One person, one ghost! Ye Fan almost blurted out.

"Age, experience, temperament, wealth. Eventually, he replied in a pretentious manner that gentlemanly manners were contagious.

Edward shook his head and said, "No." The difference between us, one in the dazzling legends, and the other in the eternal darkness. ”

If Ye Fan was familiar with the story of King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table, he would definitely have a deep understanding of Edward's loneliness.

But now, he still can't figure out the other party's intentions, and he can't guess whether he is friend or foe, let alone estimate the strength of the other party.

An old monster who has lived for more than a thousand years, I am afraid that he has reached the realm of immortality and immortality.

There was a brief moment of silence for both men.

"My friend, the magical East, always surprises me, and a long time ago, I met a ...... Seniors. Edward looked wistful, his gaze seemed to penetrate time and space: "A person who has some resemblance to you. He gave me hope, but unfortunately, he broke the contract. ”

"Oh, when, what's his name?" Ye Fan hurriedly asked. Between the lines, Edward reveals a kind of vicissitudes that can see through the red dust, his story is afraid that it will not be told for three days and two nights, he is a time traveler, a living fossil of world history.

"Probably not long after the Holy Roman Empire was founded, his surname was Chen. Edward's flat tone didn't make any noise.

Ye Fan doesn't know anything about the history of Europe, and it seems that he has time to make up for his knowledge.

Walking in the world, many common sense things should be understood, otherwise the book will be hated less when it is used, which makes people scratch their ears and cheeks and be anxious not to say it, and it also seems that they are too mediocre and ignorant.

However, Ye Fan also heard something, and he asked, "What are you looking for, Edward?"

The vampire who lived in seclusion in the dark world turned his head when he heard the voice, and his eyes were full of an incomparably complex look, different races, different skins, different ages, that kind of sadness, that kind of pain, that kind of despair was so profound, that it could cross any time and space, any obstacle, so that anyone could read it.

"Holy Grail. When these two words came out of his mouth, Edward seemed to have unloaded the burden of a thousand years, and his whole person was much more relaxed.

Perhaps knowing that Ye Fan didn't know much, he continued: "According to ancient legends, drinking the blood in the Holy Grail can rejuvenate people, bring them back to life, and never die. It is one of the three holy vessels that Jesus left to the world. ”

He's already had eternal life, so why is he looking for this legendary artifact?

"If you find the Holy Grail, are you going to drink it yourself or ......?"

"I would share it with her. There was a hint of blush on Edward's pale cheeks.

"I understand," Ye Fan smiled, "So what do you want me to do for you?"

Edward also smiled, he said: "In the magical East, there are many fairy legends, I once heard the story of Chang'e running to the moon and Qin Shi Huang seeking the elixir of immortality, and I have also seen Mr. Chen's immortal posture with my own eyes, my friend, if you can help me find the legendary elixir, I will meet any request." ”

His words shook Ye Fan's heart fiercely, and all the shock was focused on that name: Chen Tuan!

He was the founder of the Taiji Diagram, the first descendant and narrator of the Luolong Diagram of the Huaxia River, and was as famous as Lu Dongbin and others.