A circle of pillars of fire burst into the sky around George. The hot flames evaporated the lives of the remaining half a hundred little devils in just a moment. And the moment these humble lives were wiped out, George also felt that the remaining magic power in his body also disappeared.
However, a large fire ring will also ignite all the flammable items around it, such as shriveled dead wood, or ancient oil lamps and braziers.
"This is...a mansion?"
The constantly burning flames finally drove away some of the surrounding darkness. Previously, George had been thinking about Nick who was dying. George had no intention of carefully observing the specific situation around him. Only now did he finally see clearly what kind of environment he was in.
This is a mansion with hundreds of acres of land. George and Nick the Unicorn are in the center of the mansion. Behind George is an extremely exquisite bungalow about three or four stories high. Not far away from George, through the vaguely identifiable outlines, it is not difficult to tell that there once was an open-air magic fountain and a carved iron gate that looked like the entrance to a private garden, although most of the vegetation has long since weathered to gray. , but George could still imagine what this private garden looked like in the past from the neat rows of burning dead trees behind the gate.
Although the mansion seems to have been abandoned for decades and is lifeless, there are all kinds of exquisite details in the bungalow, from the intricately carved steps to the exquisite fountain sculptures, and what George can barely see through the doors and windows. The furniture and all kinds of exaggerated artworks all tell the story of the extravagant and exaggerated life the owners lived here more than ten years ago before they gave up on this place.
Of course, if there is one thing that concerns George the most in this abandoned mansion, it is the name engraved on the door of the mansion - Hamlet Manor.
"Hamlet, Hamlet..." George kept repeating this name, but he could never remember where the familiarity of this name came from. George was sure that he must have heard this name mentioned by someone before, but he couldn't remember it.
"Damn... I'm so dizzy!"
After the last little devil died, the tight string in George's mind relaxed. What followed was a strong sense of fatigue caused by excessive absorption of magic power. Realizing this, George quickly took out the magic potion from the space bag and drank the timely potion before he lost consciousness.
After a long drought, nectar appeared. Although the taste of the magic potion was not very good and even had an unpleasant fishy smell, George's body greedily and crazily absorbed every ounce of magic power contained in the magic potion.
"There are still three bottles of magic potion...some are not enough, so I have to use them sparingly."
George licked his chapped lips. He could clearly feel his body's thirst for the magic potion. However, in order to reduce unnecessary waste and better absorb the magic power in the potion, George had to give up the idea of continuing to drink the magic potion and instead While maintaining the art of blood control, he entered into shallow meditation to concentrate his magic power and strive to recover as soon as possible.
But, at this moment, the devil he prayed for was coming quietly!
"Do you want to save this child?"
Waves of whispers, mixed with the cold wind, came from George's ears. These whispers were so vague that it was difficult to tell whether they were male or female, but they were extremely clear, and every word was conveyed to George accurately.
"Who, who's there? Come out!"
These whispers coming from nowhere naturally interrupted George's shallow meditation. George looked around, searched, and roared, but could not find the source of the sound. Only the hollow and poor sound of wind lingered in his ears. .
"Do you... want to save this... unicorn named Nick?"
This time, the whisper became extremely clear, but it was even weaker than the previous one. If the previous whisper made George doubt whether it was just his auditory hallucination, then this time, George can be 100% sure that he What you heard must have come from somewhere nearby!
"I want to save him! Tell me what I should do!" The sudden dawn in front of his eyes cheered up George. In order to save Nick, even if he had to make a deal with the devil, George was ready to do it without regrets. consciousness.
"Sacrifice...your...blood...sprinkled...in place..." The whispering voice became deeper and weaker, as if the candlelight that was about to burn out might be completely covered by the wind at any time.
Sacrifice? Blood? Sprinkle it on the spot? George caught the whispering key words, and what followed was unstoppable doubts. It's not that he didn't understand what the other party meant, it was just that there was no formation, no ceremony, just blood donation. Such a simple sacrifice left George a little confused.
Although George hesitated about this, there was not much time left for Nick. George, who was well aware of this, hesitated for a moment, then pulled out the Vampire Kiss from behind again, and made a long gash in the palm of his hand.
However, at the moment when the vampire's kiss touched the palm of his hand, George seemed to catch a glimpse of a row of small words engraved under the hilt of the vampire's kiss dagger.
Eamonn Hamlet!
