Perfume is toxic (1)

Blood-red roses filled the trail. At the end of the trail, an ancient castle stands.

Govi stood on the path with some hesitation, and in front of him was The Castle of William, the territory of the second generation blood jacques. Although he has the divine power of the gods, he is not necessarily the opponent of Jax, but...

At this moment, the gate of the ancient castle slowly opened. Govi bit her lip and entered the castle. A thin figure appeared on the stairs, reflecting the candlelight and swaying like a devil. Ge Wei tightened her body, waiting for the other party to speak first, "You are Ge Wei, a girl who has come to apply for the position of housekeeper?" The voice didn't sound gloomy, it was warm and pleasant. Govi relaxed slightly: "Yes, sir. The figure slowly walked down the stairs and came to Govi: "I am the owner of the castle, Jax. Govi looked up, and Jacques wasn't as ugly as he thought, but on the contrary, he was well-proportioned, with bright eyes, fair skin, and a light blond hair.

"You can just call me Jax." His pupils stared at Govi with a smile, and Govi struggled to squeeze out a smile. "The fragrance of roses, do you like roses?" Jax suddenly asked, and Govi remembered the blood-colored rose on the path, which was indeed her favorite. She nodded, and Jacques smiled innocently, "Can you make rose perfume?" If you can, please make a little first. Ge Wei nodded and took two steps back without a trace. So, you live in the Rose Garden first. Jax turned upstairs and turned back around the corner.

Ge Wei's gaze turned to the single courtyard on the left, which was a small courtyard, and under the cold moonlight, the blood-colored roses bloomed coldly...

On the second floor of the castle, Jacques hid behind the curtains, looked at the girl in the courtyard, raised his hand, and lowered it again.

"Govi..." Staring for a moment, Jax trembled and spat out the two words, and the rose fragrance seemed to decay. He knew that Govi was an undercover agent sent by the Holy See, but he couldn't do it. No one knows, he once loved such a girl, no one knows, why he likes Rose, no one knows, why he likes to use Rose perfume, all this, just to get closer to her.

Unfortunately, she no longer remembered that this courtyard full of roses was after all stained with the evil qi of the blood clan, and it was unbridled and enchanting...

Inside the house, Govi carefully opened the suitcase and took out a bottle of blood-red liquid. Under the candlelight, the jewel-red glass bottle shimmered with an evil light. A strange glint flashed in Ge Wei's eyes.

Jax, Govi's heart couldn't help but tremble a little, such a warm and gentle person, is it really the legendary bloodthirsty bloodthirsty prince? In the small jade bowl, the blood-red rose petals were crushed, And Govi carefully opened the glass bottle, and the Pope's words lingered in his ears: "This is the holy blood of the archangel of the upper realm, as long as Jacques touches it, he will die, and when all the holy blood seeps into his skin, then no one can save him." Ge Wei carefully took out a drop, and suddenly there was a strange feeling in her heart, this holy blood was so familiar, it seemed... unfortunately, she could not remember anything.

Taking the freshly matched rose perfume to see Jacques, Ge Wei couldn't help but get nervous, fortunately, Jax just took it lightly, and Govi breathed a sigh of relief and turned to leave.

"Your rose perfume smells good, can you make some more?" Seven days later, Jax looked into Govi's eyes and asked seriously.

Ge Wei nodded calmly, looking at the back of Jakos's departure, and couldn't help but feel some pain in her heart. Why? Ge Wei asked herself with some trepidation, calmed down a little, and Ge Wei turned to leave. In the darkness, a pair of sky blue pupils lit up, and Jax stood there, looking at the back of Ge Wei's departure, and there was unstoppable love in his eyes. Remembering the record of the Book of Dracula, his eyes lit up, and he turned and hurried away.

Ge Wei looked at the only drop of blood left in the bottle and slowly put it away. Twelve seven days had passed, and with just one more seven days, Jacques would die, but why was she so reluctant? Her heart was stirring, but it seemed that she could not break free, and she suddenly found many things, so familiar, but could not remember.