Part 2 The Faceless Man Chapter 245 An Ancient Blood Clan
”So hungry ……”
In almost dreamy words, the young boy, Jack, lifted his head up to look at Joshua, who was wearing crimson gloves.
”So hungry ……”
His mouth grinned all at once, all the way up to the base of his ears, his white teeth neatly aligned and his slightly sticky saliva pouring out.
At the same time, he lunged out, pouncing on Joshua in front of him, so fast that a tattered image remained in place.
Although Joshua was on high alert, he was a little too slow to react at this point.
Before he could even see the process clearly, the little boy Jack pounced in front of him.
Thud!
The yellowish-haired figure seemed to have hit an invisible wall, stopping at a place that was only one step away from Joshua.
The little boy Jack stuck to mid-air, and a black-on-red glow surged out of his body in a hallow manner, nourishing and corroding up the transparent barriers that blocked himself.
Behind Joshua and Derek, “Demon Hunter” Colin had somehow already knelt down on one knee, and thrust the straight sword in his hand, which was coated with silver gray ointment, into the ground.
Immediately afterward, the entire area where the altar was located instantly brightened, as if sprinkled with the purest morning sunlight.
Colin violently drew his sword, and his figure split strangely, transforming into overlapping remnants distributed around the altar.
Each of those figures raised the sword in their hands at the same time, combining with the nearby morning sunlight and blossoming with a bright light.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
A straight sword stabbed out, and the morning sun’s light swarmed and converged, surrounding the young boy Jack from all sides.
In the sun-rise-like splendor, the figure permeated with black and red quickly evaporated, obliterated in the storm-like attack.
Inside the subterranean hall where the altar was located, the luminescence became abnormally bright, shining so brightly that Derek Burger couldn’t help but close his eyes.
He shook himself violently, awakening from his slumber to the sight of a quietly burning fire in front of him and the crew dutifully guarding the camp.
Colin the Demon Hunter, sitting cross-legged by a stone pillar, opened his eyes and said in a deep voice:
”DePart 1n 50 lightning bolts.”
Hearing these words, Derek looked up at the sky and realized that the frequency of lightning had not yet increased significantly, and darkness still dominated the land.
It was difficult to contain some of his nervousness at the thought of the city-state he was about to arrive at, and the temple of the fallen Creator.
After taking some time to calm down, Derek ate quickly and found his fighting form.
Do not know what will happen in the temple …… He held the “Hurricane Axe”, came to the middle of the group.
Inside the camp, lanterns covered with thin animal skins were lit one after another.
……
Minsk Street 15.
Klein boiled hot water, adjusted the temperature, and took a comfortable bath.
With the laziness of a bath, he took four steps against the grain and entered above the gray mist, intending to use divination to make a confirmation of the matter of the evil spirit.
Inside the silent ancient palace, Klein leaned back in his chair and thought hard about what divination method to choose and how to design the divination statement, which had to conform to the principles of the occult, couldn’t involve subdivision exclusion, and had to be sufficiently informative.
After a brief moment of stillness, Klein leaned forward, materialized a pen and paper, and wrote down what he wanted to confirm:
”The evil spirits within the ruins harbor strong ill will towards Sharon and me.”
Unclasping the spirit pendulum from his left wrist, Klein held it in one hand and began to meditate.
After repeated low chants, he opened his eyes and looked ahead.
This time, the citrine pendant was doing a frantic clockwise rotation!
This showed that the malevolent spirit’s malice was even stronger than Klein had originally thought!
At that time, there was nothing unusual about the spiritual intuition of Miss Sharon and I …… That evil spirit is also a powerful person who interferes with divination and prophecy ah …… Oh, he certainly could not have imagined that one of us moderates our desires and won’t be blinded by greed, and one of us has experienced too many things and knows what it means to “seek the tiger with the tiger”. What is the meaning of “with the tiger for skin”…… Klein sighed, returned to the real world, lying into the bed.
Unfortunately, the heat brought by the “sun brooch” is only a psychological feeling, and can not warm the nest …… Before going to sleep, he closed his eyes and thought regrettably.
……
Bridge South, Moonflower Street, Harvest Church.
Emlyn White wiped down the last chair, straightened up, and couldn’t wait to address Fr. Utlawski:
”I’m done for the day!”
Damned old man, don’t improvise again and make me copy the Holy Scriptures! Emlyn subconsciously prayed in his heart.
And the object of his prayer had unconsciously changed from the moon to Mother Earth Goddess.
Father Utravski stood there, lining the vampire like a child.
He smiled and said:
”You have recently been able to experience the joy and relaxation of laboring with devotion and gratitude; go back and be still and feel the pulsation of life itself and the sheer joy that comes from it.”
”I’m not!” Emlyn denied reflexively.
Father Utravski looked at him with a kindly smile, said nothing, turned his body, found a place to sit, and began his regular nightly prayer.
Emlyn White’s lips parted to retort, but in the end he kept his mouth shut and silently left the Harvest Church, pulling the door closed with his customary smooth hand.
Returning to his current residence, he found the house deserted and both his parents missing.
Witnessing the scene, he remembered that there was a gathering of the Bloods of the Birkeland region tonight.
”Those guys really have a lack of decency, as noble Bloods they should sleep properly in their coffins or stay within their own rooms, why are they mimicking humans and holding all sorts of parties? And even dance!” Emlyn murmured twice in contempt.
With that said, he rubbed his stomach and swallowed, deciding to change his clothes and go to the party.
”The Audra’s are enviable, to have purely human partners, to have opened several hospitals, to have fresh blood every day, to drink when and how much they want.” Emlyn put on a tall black bowler hat and walked out of the house with fast footsteps.
In the West End, inside a brightly lit villa-type house.
Emlyn picked up the glass containing the scarlet liquid and hungrily took a sip.
Sure enough, it is a selected …… He half closed his eyes and sighed heartily.
At this time, on the dance floor, a handsome man and a beautiful woman embraced each other and danced, sometimes twirling, sometimes strolling, to the sound of romantic music.
”What’s the point?” Emlyn stood to the edge of the second-floor railing, looking down at his fellow clansmen below.
As the largest metropolis in the world, Birkeland was home to a number of vampires, hidden in all walks of life and thoroughly integrated into human society.
As for those who couldn’t restrain their desire for destruction and bloodlust, they were either sent to ancient castles deep in the mountains or were internally disposed of beforehand so that the official extraordinary organizations such as the Night Watchers and the Substitute Punishers wouldn’t find clues.
Emlyn looked at those fellow clansmen who became more and more spiritual as the night went on, and felt more and more that he had no common language with them.
Just then, the host of tonight’s banquet, Casimir Audra came over with a glass of wine and asked with a smile:
”Do you like tonight’s ‘wine’?”
”Of course, it’s host is young enough to possess a nice vigor.” Emlyn straightened her back and assumed a noble stance.
Just from the outside, Casimir Audra was a very elegant middle-aged gentleman, but Emlyn knew that he was already over two hundred years old, had once witnessed the reign of Rossel the Great in Intis, and then moved to Ruin for fear of being found out by his neighbors because he had “lived” for too long.
Hearing Emlyn’s compliment, he smiled and said:
”Yes, it was owned by a young wench who was stabbed by a burglar and nearly lost her life; fortunately, she met me, and this was the necessary price she paid for her recovery.
”You may taste that side, and the wines there, which have a different flavor from their owners from Byron and Fernet Porter, respectively.”
”Feneport? The humans there are so fond of chili peppers that their blood carries a bit of pungency that I can’t stand, Mother Goddess. ……” Emlyn said, suddenly pausing, his expression momentarily frozen.
The corners of Cassimi’s mouth twitched, pretending he hadn’t heard anything.
In the awkward silence, he cleared his throat and said:
”Emlyn, that’s just you, by the way, my grandfather wants to see you.”
”Your grandfather?” Emlyn froze at first, then his eyes widened and he said, “Lord Nibais?”
Nibais Audra was a powerful Blood Clan who was active in the Fourth Age, but the long years had corrupted his life and he had to lie in a cold coffin for a long time to sleep.
Cassimi nodded solemnly:
”Yes.”
With that, he turned and walked toward another staircase on the second floor, not considering the possibility that Emlyn would disagree.
Emlyn followed with some consternation and unease, thinking blindly about what Lord Nebais had summoned him for.
Could it be that he has finally figured out that the honor of the Blood is more important and has decided to help me remove Father Utrafsky’s mental suggestion? As he walked, Emlyn White developed a strong hope.
After walking down the stairs and coming to the underground area, Emlyn White passed through several secret doors and entered a spacious gray hall.
In the center of the hall stood a heavy casket made of black iron, with many symbols and magical signs painted and engraved on it.
After Casimir Audra gave a report, a deep, old voice slowly came out from within that coffin:
”Emlyn White, do you know why I summoned you?”
”Honorable Lord Nebais, I think you intend to help me remove my psychological hints.” Emlyn responded without hesitation.
The underground hall briefly became silent, and it took several seconds before Nibais Audra, who was lying within the coffin, chuckled:
”That is one of the purposes, but it is not up to me to help you.
”I have just awakened from a long dream as a result of a revelation from the Patriarch.”
”The Patriarch? k, k revived?” The one who uttered a surprised voice wasn’t Emlyn, but Casimir Audra.
After the Cataclysm, didn’t the Beginning Ancestor only give responses to certain major events? Emlyn listened in confusion.
”No, not yet.” Nebais said in a low voice, “The Patriarchs told me that the End is near, and we must prepare for it, and you, Emlyn White, are one of several keys in the Patriarchs’ revelations.”
”Doomsday?” Cassimi asked back, stunned.
Emlyn, on the other hand, had only one thought:
I, Emlyn White, was actually, surprisingly mentioned by the Patriarchs! I am the key to the Bloods surviving the Doomsday!
Nebais ignored his grandson’s question and continued:
”Emlyn White, I will now give you something.”
”You speak.” Emlyn felt that he was really humble, and after hearing what he had just said, he still didn’t develop arrogance in the face of Lord Nibais.
Nibais Audra said in a serious tone:
”Find a chance to pray to the ‘Fool’.”
”Huh?” Emlyn suspected he had heard wrong.
Nebais added in a low voice:
”It is the ‘Fool’ whose honorable name has only recently been bandied about.”