Chapter 509 The Empire and Vampire’s Good Mate
Jeremysky Zachridor feels that he is very unlucky. As a newly appointed Orthodox priest, he not only has to spread the word to the people in the countryside around Erengrad during the day The Doctrine of Esun.
You also need to accompany the patrol team in searches at night, which often takes a long time before you get off work.
"Oh, I really hope to become the Patriarch soon."
While thinking in his heart, he thought of the fine wines he saw in the church during the day. Some guests from Kislev visited his immediate boss with the best kvass.
It's a pity that I can only find Eve Bastine to drink some water in the middle of the night.
While sighing, he walked on the dim street. The brick pavement reflected hazy colors in the dim light. The deserted road seemed particularly silent, which made the sober pastor think he was drunk.
I haven't even drank yet, but I'm already in the mood.
After turning a few alleys, Zach Lidor pursed his lips. His old friend said that he had found some good treasures hidden during the great jihad.
It's past twelve o'clock, which happens to be Holy Holiday. No matter what, I can get drunk tonight and forget about what happened during this period.
Taking out the rusty bronze key, he carefully pushed open the wooden door. The sound of running water coming from the room made him gulp down. It seemed that these old gangsters had already drunk first.
But in a blink of an eye, this joy turned into fear. In the narrow front hall, several elegant "men" in black robes held up goblets, waiting for the serous liquid to slowly flow out from the metal thin tube in the prey's throat.
Several of his familiar friends were lying on the wooden table with peaceful faces, their right hands on their throats and they kept squeezing upwards to make the fluid flow out a little faster.
This reminded the pastor of the pastures he saw in the countryside. The herdsmen squeezed the cows in this way to let the nutrients flow into the barrels.
The pastor smiled an awkward smile that was not impolite, and met the curious eyes of several elegant men, "Good night, distinguished gentlemen, I hope I did not disturb your elegance." "Of course not, if you are willing to join the banquet,
maybe It will make us happier." The pale, long-haired man in the lead took a sip of the alcohol-flavored blood, which was mellow and wild. Only the Tsarina's first lover who lacked any background would madly pursue the fragrant virgin blood. .
The blood of the von Carstein family can tolerate any taste, because charm and elegance are engraved in the family. This quality is the symbol of the noble, accepting everything, whether it is beautiful or ugly.
"No thanks. I hope you gentlemen can enjoy a nice night. Holy Sabbath is not a good time for action." The priest slowly backed away, with cold sweat already covering his forehead. Going to the banquet? Maybe lying on the floor is also a way to participate.
After closing the door, he started to leave at the fastest speed in his life, but when he turned around, he hit a hard object.
He raised his head full of fear, fearing that it was a vampire who didn't want to let go of a fresh blood bank, but what came into his eyes was not a pale face, but a pair of cold eyes.
"It's really disappointing, Pastor Zach Lidor. I didn't expect that a clergyman who vowed to destroy darkness would turn into such a fearful person." "
La, Rascal..." There was a hint of encounter in the pastor's eyes. With the color of a savior, the noncommissioned officer has become extremely famous in Erengrad. Within a month, he has used various legal channels to fight for the interests of retired mercenaries. Whether it is the Orthodox Church or the City Hall, this sergeant has searched everywhere. As long as there is a slight possibility, he will not let go of any interests.
Rascal didn't answer him. He picked up his collar with one hand like he was lifting a chicken and threw him into the room.
"Dear Midnight dignitaries, I'm sorry that you have done a stupid thing. Bastine is an old guy I know, and he is dead now. Should I ask you for some interest?"
Footsteps It came gradually and orderly. Judging from the sound and vibration frequency, there were at least twenty people outside.
Rascal faced the darkness and stepped into the room full of vampires. Looking at the man who was still pretending to be elegant, he stretched out his hands and started to applaud, "Elegance, it is so elegant.
If you don't know I thought you were a group of nobles."
Von Carstein put down his goblet and turned his gaze to the door. The vampire's dark vision allowed him to see the strong man not far away despite the lack of light.
"Raskol, I've heard about you. You should take Misha's Eagle and become the watchdog of the elves instead of participating in a game where bitches shouldn't appear." "
Wow~, this is really a sentence. If it's magical, what made a group of imperial vampires come to Kislev, trample our land, and kill the children of our motherland? Is it the power given to you by the tsarina?" Raskel turned his eyes and looked at the people in the room. The vampires, four men and two women, had no trace of fear on their faces.
"No, it's our innate nobility." The blood descendant of Castan showed a hint of pride, raised his palm slightly, and before he noticed it, several scarlet wind beams of death were about to be shot out.
But someone was faster than him. The loud noise of a shot of gunpowder had already been heard, and a bloody hole the size of a thumb appeared on the vampire's palm.
He looked at the person at the door in disbelief. A human's reaction speed was actually faster than that of the Son of the Night!
"What a pity. Originally, I wanted to send you to the Cathedral of Nunn in accordance with the laws of the Empire, or to the Knights of the Silver Hammer of Oster. After all, you may have been human before, but this doesn't seem to make sense. After all, Whether a vampire is a human being or not, it is difficult to judge based on my knowledge." Rascal said in a relaxed tone, and aimed the pistol at his waist at the vampire's head.
"So let's define it as an intermediate state between man and beast, just like the beastman, a beast that can walk upright. Since it is a beast, even if it belongs to the empire, it may not be possible to die in Kislev. No problem."
"You succeeded in irritating me, mortal! How dare you challenge the dignity of the Bloodborn of Carstein without the help of elves." The Bloodborn put down his palm, and the blood hole that originally appeared followed the wind of death. Cured by the effect.
"What a pity. In my eyes, the so-called blood descendants of Carstein are just a bunch of blood-sucking bedbugs lying in the mud. Why can't the empire even eliminate a bunch of vampires?" Rascol's tone was sarcastic, which made him the true successor of the foul-mouthed prince. .
He suddenly realized, "Oh, I understand, the Imperials like to walk with their heads down to avoid missing the gold on the ground; and you bugs like to lie on their necks to avoid losing every drop of blood. One likes money, the other likes blood, What a good match."
The moment before he fired the silver bullet, his eyes became cold, "You think so, right? A moth lying on a human body sucking blood." (End of this chapter
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