"Are you still going to get involved?" That's their family matter"
Household matters. "This is not how families get along with each other as I know them." Uriel stood up. He had already heard the collisions and voices in the study, as well as the roar of furniture collapsing during the battle. If the Bloodspawn haven't evacuated Screaming Keep yet, they must be inside. Uriel didn't know how many Vampires were left. He felt the ripples of fire gathering into waves behind the door panel, sending ripples outward.
When it comes to the connection with Sauvero, I am afraid that no one in Screaming Keep can control him without an apprentice. His fire belongs to the Nameless One, but the cause of the burning is rooted in Cecilia, who was killed by the potion. Uriel felt that he should hate it, but to be honest, he was not a person who was good at putting his emotions on objects. The potion is an alchemical product developed by Mr. Eze's friends to activate the fire. Its appearance has been recorded in history, not only because Newell used it to massacre the Clover City.
"The vampire's curse can be passed on," the ring warned him, "Although most of the effect will be lost, it will eventually cause trouble. If you are unfortunately cursed, I will compile a sad eulogy for you to commemorate your days of training in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.』
"Does the Ministry of Foreign Affairs discriminate against vampires?" Uriel asked before opening the door.
"I mean, no one except the Ministry of Foreign Affairs will ask you to be an apprentice."
Actually I think so too. I am the apprentice who likes to look for trouble the most, but Joey is the only one who is not afraid of any trouble. He loves a challenge and we couldn't be more compatible. As long as you don't test your homework. A suitcase flew toward him, and Uriel ducked sideways. "Mistlock! Mist."
There was a melee going on in the study, and there was indeed a vampire boy among them. He was carrying a spear, resting it on the weapon of one of his former companions. Hearing this, he turned his head and the floor beneath his feet creaked. Before he could even say a word of shouting, he saw the gleaming divine writing flying out of the hands of the young man who came over. A pale golden screen seemed to hang down from the ceiling, completely separating the two parties.
This scene shocked him. Mistlock showed a look of shock and shame, accompanied by strong regret. The apprentice couldn't tell whether his mood swings at this time had something to do with Rodenworth. "Uril." He lowered his weapon. For a moment, he seemed not to know whether to cry or laugh, and slowly knelt on the ground.
"What are you doing?" Although there were two parties, the only person standing with Mystero was a tall middle-aged man. He was closest to the door, and the apprentice almost hit his back when he opened the door. The man was originally surrounded by three people and was in critical condition. Through the blood and sweat stains, Uriel could see the similarities between his facial features and those of the blood leader Rodenworth. "Who is that?"
"I am Olander." The man replied. "To you, I am Mist's father. Did you throw away those guards?" His tone was full of confusion.
"I took care of them."
"That's impossible!" said one.
"But it is what it is," Uriel told them. "It's not too difficult to deal with." He heard more weapons clanking on the ground or hitting toes. "But what's going on with you? Even if you want to exercise, you don't need to come here. The process of dealing with vampires is tiring, and you should help." The apprentice asked knowingly. "Mist, where is Mr. Rodenworth?"
Mysterok said nothing, looking dazed. He looked as if he had just woken up from sleep. Holland answered for him: "He is dead." The man's voice was like the bass of an accordion. "You're right, they shouldn't be here." He looked at the vampires opposite and staggered back.
What's the use of saying this now? "I'm sorry." Uriel said word by word, "but fortunately I can still fulfill his last wish." He saw Mysterok's eyes widening in disbelief. "He asked me to kill his brother and nephew. Do you think he is crazy? Is anyone willing to explain to me?"
There was silence in the messy study room for a moment. Holland glanced at his son and threw the thin round sword on the ground: "I am a participant in the construction of the village and a slave of Baron Posier." What is surprising is that when he uttered this word, he There was no movement on his haggard face. "I am an alchemist. I left the village not long ago and went to Eagle City, where I was betrayed to the Vampire Clan. So I fled back to the Garden of Flowing Waters, and my tribe secretly helped me to avoid being hunted. But When I ended up in the dungeons of Screaming Keep, Rodenworth organized the village's dying people to prevent the village from being destroyed by me."
"His decision is to kill you?" Nonsense.
A blood warrior sighed. "He has no other choice. The lifespan of the Bloodborn depends on the vampire who cursed us. If Olander reveals the location of the village, the Baron will kill all my people. And Rodenworth is a mortal, He couldn't have outlasted his brother. You know? He had to choose between his family and his pack, and that was the hard question. I'm glad he knew what was more important."
"Does he really know?!" Uriel immediately pulled out his sword. The magic flying blades that burst out penetrated the walls of the castle, advanced all the way, and finally dissipated in front of a stone door. The sword light left deep cracks wherever it passed. Some people were lost and overwhelmed, while others sat down on the ground exhausted... There were only five or six people in total. Uriel looked around the room, seeing the vampire's reactions reflected in his eyes. Although he was frustrated, he was still confused. It shouldn't be like this. he thought. Rodenworth knew that I was Croita's apprentice, and before he died, he wanted me to kill Mystrock and his father - Olander is obviously a mysterious creature of the same level, even if the vampires use magic potions It is impossible to defeat him. What on earth are these people thinking?
Uriel eliminated the magic. "It doesn't look like that's going to be the whole reason."
"Every decision has countless reasons." Olander admitted, "I hope that I will live up to my companions, but like I said, there are many things involved in this matter-"
Someone slammed a spear against the shelter's barrier, preventing him from revealing more. "That's enough, Olander. If you still miss the kindness of the village, please stop talking. It's hard for vampires to rely on others. We can only protect ourselves." His words were interrupted. The injured vampire warrior supported his body with his sword, and petrification invaded his left hand.
"I'm helping you!" Uriel said.
"But you can't always help the Bloodborn, Mr. Uriel. You are a knight of Gaia and an apprentice in the tower. We will never cross paths again." He said calmly. "You also have your own things, sir. Please don't let our little things stand in your way anymore. I know that you are really willing to lend a helping hand. Because of this, we are even less willing to lose a friend like you."
What else did Olander want to say.
They won't tell me their secrets. Uriel realized. "Mr. Holland, I see that you didn't commit suicide on the spot, which means the matter still needs to be discussed." But it doesn't matter, there are people who have different opinions from them. "I do have a mission, but that doesn't mean I will stand by and watch my friends kill each other. Mysterok? Don't you want to say something? There are more than just dungeon guards in Screaming Keep. No matter what you are going to do, I think the vampires who stay in the castle will definitely not support it."
In the silence, Mysterok raised his head. "I found a few human children." He told Uriel softly, "They are in the warehouse and they are all still alive."
It seems that he still remembers the agreement with me. "This is the best news I've heard today."
"But they lit the fire."
Uriel couldn't react for a moment. "...Light the fire?" He suspected that Mistlock was talking about another child.
"An extraordinary potion." Mysterok told him, "It can turn people into mysterious creatures. Baron Posier did not regard them as food... because my father said that children's blood is the purest and should be drunk with the potion. , will give the vampires more power."
"That's the 'Clean Cauldron'." Oland explained before Uriel was overwhelmed by sudden anger. "A special mysterious potion. Its effect is equivalent to 'Sovero' for the Vampires, but it is not a recent alchemical achievement. It is the highest technological crystallization of the ancestors' energy refining industry, originating from the predecessor of the Vampires ——That is, the ancient Norn of the Night. Sovero can improve its effect, but it still needs to go through a series of steps..." Except for Norn, Uriel doesn't understand any of these terms, but Sauron, the Ring, seems to have reaction. Oland skipped this paragraph: "The curse has been plaguing the vampires for a long time. I originally wanted to find a way to relieve or delay the petrification, but..."
"...You failed?" The apprentice breathed a sigh of relief. He could not imagine what would happen if such an inhumane experiment succeeded.
"It's okay if it fails." It seems that Olander agrees with him. "My research was discovered, so Baron Posier personally cursed me and turned me into what I am now."
Mysterok lowered his head: "I didn't mean to lie to you, Uriel."
Uriel no longer cared. They had lied to him more than just this. Alchemist Oland looked at his fellow tribesmen who were irrevocably turned into stone statues under the burning fire. "Not long ago, I used the 'Pure Cauldron'... and the 'Sovero' potion to transform myself from a vampire into a real vampire."
The matter has reached this point, and there is no point in persisting. The last few vampires who glared at him also lowered their weapons.
'Sovero' again, how did this thing appear? Uriel couldn't help but feel in awe of the deceased in the secret room. Olander is undoubtedly a master of mysterious alchemy. His idea of combining the 'Pure Cauldron' with the 'Sovero' is probably not that easy to achieve in practice, but in any case, if we only look at the effect now, he does not have to do so. disappointment. "For you, shouldn't this be a good thing?" But it may not be the case for those mutilated children and their relatives.
"He said he failed," Sauron wrote, "which means the curse was not lifted."
The curse remains. "Are you still a blood descendant of Baron Posier?" The apprentice suppressed the anger in his heart and threw out his doubts.
"Yes. A vampire can only have one vampire master... But after I became a vampire, the curse not only allowed me to create vampires, but also allowed the baron to plunder the vampires of other vampires through me. My own fire was bound by the curse and was lost forever. free will."
"Free will?"
"I cannot resist my master's orders." Olander told him, "I have lost a part of my mind and body. It is beyond my comprehension to escape from the castle to seek independence like Mysterok and Rodenworth did. "
Incomprehensible. Uriel shuddered. This feeling was not unfamiliar to him. Originally on the Nameless One, the "Mysterious End" used some kind of magic to make its members forget relevant information. Only when necessary can they remember the secret of their membership. As a protection, this method is indeed very effective. But for some reason, Uriel felt that this approach required taking an extraordinarily huge risk.
No wonder Rodenworth wanted to kill him. Olander could not disobey the orders of the vampires, and he knew the location of the village where the vampires gathered... "Can't you move?" The apprentice thought of a way. Although now he is less enthusiastic about helping the Bloodborn save Orland.
Mysterok stood up, walked to his father, lowered his head and replied: "Of course. But before I understood the situation, I met with my father in private... I was about to die at that time, so my father used his power to make me Got more time.”
Needless to say how. Olander was able to plunder the Bloodborn, and he must have given his own blood to his son. This was the only way to save him. It seemed that Baron Posier didn't know that he had illegally created another slave, but after Mistlock returned to the village, the blood descendants all knew about it.
"The leader believes that this will completely wipe out the blood village, because even those who are determined to die will retreat when they see the hope of survival. Olander is undoubtedly a life-saving straw, but he can change at any time. A blood-born sinner. As long as the Baron comes back and discovers the existence of Mysterok... I can't imagine what will happen to the blood-born warriors in the village." said the blood-born warrior.
His face was slumped, and gray-white stone powder kept falling from the wounds on his shoulders and arms. "Maybe originally the vampires would take this opportunity to control us, not just with the cursed blood. But now they will definitely kill us all. I'm sorry, we are all sorry. Olander, and Mist. But we There is no choice. The same goes for Rodenworth.”
Mysterok looked away. "I understand. But even so, Olander is still the father who loves me. I can't leave him. I joined the team voluntarily. If you must do this, I just hope that I can send him on his last journey. But ——" He paused. Apparently, it was Olander who used the curse to manipulate his son's will in times of crisis.
"I just subconsciously." Olander defended. He also seemed remorseful. "I'm sorry, Mist." The vampire boy said nothing, his expression was full of confusion.
"You should be sorry," Uriel said, "but not just to each other."
In the study, the cold mystery is like a blizzard breaking into the room, pressing on everyone's heart. Uriel drew out his sword, and the frost shone brightly. Olander's face turned pale, and he stretched out his hand to pull the doorknob behind him. "Mr. Rodenworth's decision was right." And I couldn't have been more wrong. But it's not too late to make corrections. Uriel raised his sword towards Olander, "I think he had already expected this moment."
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