The vampires were behind the corner, one holding a bright red wine glass and the other lighting a cigarette. Their movements were as clear as reflections on glass, but what Uriel held in his hand was not a cup, but a silver knife.
Chana, the silversmith, was well aware of his plan, so he worked hard. The edge of this sharp blade glows with silver, and the joint with the wooden handle is engraved with magic words, which is enough to ensure that the damage caused when it penetrates the blood clan's body is no less than that of a snowman encountering a burning charcoal. But even if the craftsmanship is complicated, the side of the short knife is still as smooth as a mirror, and can even reflect the figures of the two people behind the corner.
"I bet on hearts," said the one on the left.
"Then I choose the yellow circle." The one on the right agreed.
They were discussing a bet on a blindfold darts game, a game they had not yet placed their bets on. The vampire's hearing is very acute and can penetrate thin wooden walls. It seemed that after they heard about the game, they planned to pretend they didn't know each other and place bets separately, so as to get some unprofitable advantages from the dealer.
Once they have discussed the secret code and countermeasures, the game is about to begin. The two hurriedly walked out of the corner and entered the hall one after another. There is a singer playing the piano on the side, which is far worse than in the adventurer's tavern. But after all, this is a hotel that accepts normal guests and vendors, and the lyrics he sang are serious after all. The boss is a woman who is addicted to cigarettes behind the singer's back. By this time Uriel had arrived at the place where the vampires were staying and watched the two guys write their names.
"Hugues Uncourt, Zachary Posier... Posier?" ” The ring was marked with punctuation in surprise.
"how?"
"This surname is very ancient. It is considered a noble person among the vampires. Almost no vampire dares to claim it. That's probably their real name"
A big fish. Uriel only had this thought. He would spare his life if necessary. "Which one?"
"left"
Zachary Posier wore a silk round hat and a white leather knight's suit with a tie. His head was larger than average, and his skin was as pale as paper. His facial features were unremarkable, but they were not similar to the appearance described by Channer. After all, the vampires also understand that they are not welcome in the mortal city, and they must change their appearance to avoid causing more trouble. The apprentice couldn't help but wonder how many mysterious creatures there were in Eastman, disguised as humans in order not to attract the attention of the patrols? This problem gradually extended to the unknown people. There are demons in Brumnot, and there will only be more in Eastman.
Vampire Zachary's fingers tapped the pattern on the edge of the table, looking more relaxed than his companions. If he didn't take the magic potion, even if Uriel walked over and slit his throat, he would be too slow to dodge. It's just a ring level that hasn't changed yet, the apprentice thought. But when he met the two of them, they were able to use the magic potion immediately. This responsiveness was beyond the apprentice's expectations.
It will be more difficult for Vampires to change jobs than for ordinary people, because Vampires are semi-undead, and their souls will be more stubborn when accepting the knowledge of mysterious professions. That's true for me, but not necessarily for those girls. Even though anger was rushing to his forehead, Uriel couldn't help but worry about Roma - this child was only eleven or twelve years old, not a mysterious creature, but he dared to chase someone alone. Let's hope she doesn't find them.
"Do you want to do it now?" Ring asked.
He wanted to do it, but he couldn't. "Wait for them to come out and go to a place with few people. I don't plan to deal with the roving knights in the town. It's not easy to get their wages." He was also afraid that the church would collude with the local nobles and scare away the hidden criminals. Outcrop.
"it's up to you. Finally, don’t forget to exchange their heads for the bounty at the bar. Blumnot’s mithril is not cheap.』
However, the plan went awry. Uriel didn't see the vampire walk out the door for a long time, and the bet was over. He couldn't help but be a little surprised. I saw them leave. He quickly turned the blade and found that the vampires had actually changed their target and were walking next to a strange traveler in the corner.
The light was dim and the expressions of the three people could not be seen clearly. For some reason, the apprentice's heart was beating fast, as if something was warning him. "Can you see that person?" he asked Sauron.
"A wizard" it continued to emphasize, "I am not here to see"
"Where did the wizard come from?" Uriel muttered. In the dream, he only decorated the vampires when they left the inn, and had no idea what was going on inside.
"Wizards are not common, he is an ascetic of the Silent School"
"Can you hear what they said?"
"no. Why don't you use magic?"
"The Silent School is also a Gaia believer. I'm worried-"
"What stupid thing are you doing!" A wizard is different from a cleric, he cannot use magic," Sauron said.
The School of Silence is different from the Church, but there is no guarantee that there is no connection between them. "I hope so." A circle of golden divine inscriptions unfolded at his feet, and Yuri suddenly felt all kinds of sounds pouring into his ears. I have to figure out the wizard's purpose in order to prevent my plans from changing.
"It's strange," the wizard said, "to be able to see a vampire here." His voice was flat, making people unable to remember it.
"I remember I bet on hearts," Zachary Posier asked with his hands on the table.
"That's right." The wizard smiled politely. "That's what you were going to do, but I changed the place on the bar for betting ahead of time."
"I didn't look carefully, but your trick is really interesting." Zachary nodded and immediately asked, "Then do you know the consequences of doing this?"
The wizard in the shadow thought for a moment, "Maybe I know. Like this?" He suddenly raised his hand and waved.
Even from a distance of nearly ten yards, Uriel could see this interesting sight: the two vampires, originally one on the left and one on the right, suddenly changed positions with each other. Zachary stumbled forward, his round hat falling to the ground. His companion blinked in confusion, wondering why he was standing at the table. Surprisingly, there was no mysterious flash or ripple of power during this period, as if the inexplicable exchange was just a step taken by the two of them.
"Witchcraft!" cried Huge. One after another, people turned their attention to the corner. The apprentice was finally able to see the vampire's pale face, the features on it twisted with surprise and fear.
"very good."
Zachary regained his balance and put on his hat. He gently ran his fingers over the leather pocket at his waist and pulled away the rope. But his companion quickly held him down. The two vampires stared at each other for a full three seconds, and finally Zachary gave in. He glared at them resentfully - Hugo Ungur and the wizard - and then left without looking back. Behind him, the wizard was still smiling: "You should thank me, sir. Maybe I saved your life."
But the vampires didn't stop. The wizard could only sigh at his kindness and light the candles on the table.
…
"We have to economize," Huge whispered. "An ascetic is not worth wasting his strength."
They walked in the crowd. Zachary walked across two streets before he found a glass display window large enough for him to adjust his tie and sleeves. "It is said that the blood of ascetic monks has an astringent taste." His eyes turned with a malicious color, "Have you tasted it?"
"I would rather drink the child's blood." Huge replied.
"You're not the only one willing." Zachary snorted, thinking of the fresh blood that smelled better than wine, and he couldn't help but salivate. I should have kept one kid, he thought, or two. The other was given to the annoying Huge to teach him not to talk nonsense in front of his father. Hugue is a servant of Baron Posier, a mysterious man of the ring, who is loyal to him. Zachary hopes he can be this loyal to him after his father dies, and that day doesn't seem too far away. The potion almost destroyed my father's soul flame...but his body could still survive on blood.
As a baron, he must have secretly intercepted a batch of fresh goods and hid them in the castle cellar. Zachary knew his father for the fifty years he spent by his side. Hu Ge must know the key to comforting himself like this. Thinking of this, Zachary's mood improved slightly. "Strength carries poison," he declared loudly, forcing himself to forget the humiliation he suffered at the inn. "An ascetic is not worthy of the blood of the noble night nobles." But sooner or later, the wizard's banner will fall. I will bathe in their blood and not drink a drop. Dirty blood is only good for bath water.
"It's absolutely true. Holly Town is close to the royal capital, so we'd better not stay here for a long time." Hu Ge deliberately changed the topic, "Don't worry about the sales of tobacco. I think those people are in love with the wonderful taste of self-immolation."
"Perhaps Lucia will accept these souls after they die."
His companion curled his lips in disgust. "Going to the sun? What an eternity of torture." Huge Ungur turned to mention the movements of the tribe, "That damn wizard cursed us, but he didn't know that his death was coming. Prince Trolban's fleet has already set off. Gray-winged Bird Island, Master Posier will also go with you." Before they finished speaking, they turned into a deep alley.
"Requiem Castle is also closed?"
"Yes. Otherwise, Your Majesty will not leave with peace of mind. But after the secret ceremony is completed, the territory allocated to you will only be more, not less." Huge assured him, but the words stopped there.
only these? Zachary suspected that his father had simply forgotten about him. There are many descendants of the Baron, and their mystique will increase when Posier becomes Viscount. I deserve the status of inheriting the family name, he promised me. Zachary wanted to correct Huger: "You—"
The second half of the sentence stuck in his throat. He raised his head, and his eyes were filled with blood. Shock forced him to fumble in his pocket and push open the lid with his knuckles...but it was too late.
A short knife passed by, and the silver-inlaid blade cut into his wrist. The flesh and blood vessels were instantly scorched, and pain shot through his body like lightning. Zachary howled, subconsciously retracting his hand. Another knife cut open his chest, and terrible heat poured into his body. The painful suffering made Zachary completely lose his ability to resist. The leather bag filled with "power" at his waist had been opened, and it was filled with drops of blood, but he had no time to drink it.
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