Chapter 689 Vampire Alchemist Master
Although it was still early May, when Horn sat on the carriage and looked around, he could already see locals sitting under the eaves weaving palm leaf roofs.
Generally speaking, the rainy season will enter Black Snake Bay in June and July, and it will not stop until September or October.
So although the sun is still scorching in the sky, amidst the chirping of cicadas, these Black Snake Bay people have to hold pythons in their arms to prepare supplies for the rainy season in advance.
In front of Horn was a small village on the outskirts of Tiannv City, with muddy and dirty land, chickens, ducks and wild dogs running all over the ground, two intersecting long cross streets, and dozens of stilted buildings crookedly distributed on both sides.
Looking out of the car window, you can always see villagers sitting barefoot on the porch under the eaves, looking at the carriage surrounded by this group of soldiers with vigilant eyes.
Although most of these villagers are descendants of the Imperial people, they have been intermarrying for many years. Although they still retain the facial structure of the Imperial people, their skin is wheat-colored, and they are more like the South Americans from Horn's hometown.
Looking away from the faces of these Black Snake Bay people, Horn knocked on the wall of the carriage: "How long?"
"We are checking the house and searching the body. You will be able to get out of the car in a quarter of an hour at most." The groom responded quickly.
As the core figure of the Sacred Axis, Black Snake Bay is full of lawless gangsters, and the meeting is still the notorious Scales Society, so it is natural to check everything inside and outside.
After leaving the southern county, Horne returned to the central county by boat to prepare for the subsequent establishment of the Black Snake Bay Federation.
However, before officially entering the Tiannv City, he took a slight detour and came to this poor small village. The purpose was to meet the representative of the mysterious Si Sheng Hermitage.
Lulesi had informed Horn of the Scales Priory's intentions long ago, but this group of notorious secret parties was only willing to meet Horn in the Black Snake Bay.
It was originally agreed to meet at Tiannv City in March, but unfortunately the war in the southern county became critical. Horn did not go to Tiannv City at all but went directly down the river to attack the southern county.
This representative of the Scaling Monastery stayed outside Tiannv City for two or three months before waiting for Horn's arrival.
After waiting for a while in the stuffy carriage, Du Vallon finally knocked on the outer wall of the carriage: "Your Majesty, you can get out of the car."
As soon as he jumped off the carriage, Horn's eyes were narrowed by the dazzling sunlight. He raised his hands to build a pergola over his eyes, and walked on the sun-dried dirt road to a stilted building.
After walking up the dusty steps and opening the teak door, I saw a thin middle-aged man with a square eyebrow in the center of the empty room.
Unlike the mad scientist that Horn thought he was, this middle-aged man wore a simple shirt and had a decent face. Instead, he looked like some low-level scholar who didn't have enough to eat.
"Your Majesty, I know your soldiers are worried about your safety, but searching my back door is going too far." Upon seeing Horn, Acatlan, the representative of the Scales Association, complained with a frown.
But Du Vallon, who was in charge of security next to him, immediately shouted: "You know who you are. If you don't want to come to see me, you can only accept this kind of treatment."
"Our scale master is used to being cautious." Acatlan huddled his shoulders and retorted in a low voice.
Horn sat down on the rattan mat opposite him: "It's also my fault that you waited so long outside Tiannv City."
"It should be." Acatlan lowered his head, as if he didn't dare to look directly at Horn's face, "After all, we have been looking for Sefaye for a long time."
Horn and Du Valon looked at each other, and their expressions became solemn: "Are you also looking for Sefaye?"
"Yes." Acatlan raised his eyelids and took a sneak look at Horn's face. "After she betrayed the Royal Court of Flesh and Blood, we kindly accepted her. Although we occasionally joked about asking her to vivisect us, But it was just a joke, but she betrayed us again..."
So this person was really a vampire and not a witch. Horn immediately asked: "When did she betray the Royal Court of Flesh and Blood?"
"About fifty years ago, I was a child at the time. I remember clearly that she was wearing bright red silk and had glasses thicker than fingernails hanging on the bridge of her nose."
"Are you over fifty?" Rafael's eyes widened. Wizards tend to age faster than ordinary people because they use magic for a long time. "I am sixty-two this year." Acatlan stroked his black hair and chuckled, "This is one of the research results of Master Serfaye. I transplanted the heart of a magic leopard and almost drained the whole body of blood. All changed. ”
Does the Si Sheng Monastery have a way to make people immortal? Horn was shocked, but he soon felt something was wrong. If there was such a method, they would have become guests of the nobles long ago. Why would they need to hide here and there now?
"How did you do it?" Du Vallon blurted out on the spot.
"It was a very precise surgery. Of the fifty volunteers, I was the only one who survived. Except for Master Serfaye who can use blood magic, almost no one can use it." Acatlan said with a bit of lamentation in his tone. I’m afraid it will be lost.”
The so-called blood magic is actually the alchemy of necromancy. Blood magic is used to refine zombies and skeleton workers, and necromancy is used to manipulate them.
"You can actually transplant a heart..." Although he had seen the magic of magic, at this moment Du Valon still felt that his worldview was faintly collapsed.
"Not to mention the heart, Master Sefaye even tried to transplant the brain, but unfortunately it failed." Acatlan seemed to be nostalgic for those glorious days, "She transplanted four men's hearts into herself in a period of time. Dan, during that time the beard grew on her face, but unfortunately it fell off again soon due to rejection..."
Du Vallon's words opened up the conversation, and Acatlan really slowly talked about the past like an ordinary old man.
Listening to Acatlan's speech, combined with the previously collected information, Horn slowly summarized the information and life trajectory of this biological woman who considered herself a female vampire.
Sefaye Shilov or Silov, the Silov clan is a little-known small vampire family, which should be a branch of the Thorido clan.
This female vampire first appeared in Black Snake Bay as the spokesperson of the Flesh Royal Court and the devil's investor. That year should have been 1385 in the Imperial Calendar.
Sefaye betrayed the clan for unknown reasons in 1394. Two years later, she joined the Hermitage of Scales and was quickly promoted to the elder level.
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The reason for her rapid promotion is simple: her exquisite blood magic and outrageous theoretical alchemy knowledge.
According to Acatlan, this vampire alchemist master can even reason out the alchemy formula out of thin air, and after the formula is verified, it turns out to be exactly the same.
Although the wolf girl and her mother are not related by blood, they are both geniuses.
It's just that the wolf girl is better at machinery and mechanics, while Sefaye is better at alchemy and blood magic.
This female vampire from the Royal Court of Flesh has been frantically conducting various experiments combining alchemy and blood magic for twenty years.
In addition, she seems to have a weird and crazy pursuit of immortality and witches.
You know, the average lifespan of a low-level vampire is one hundred and fifty years, which is very long, but she still doesn't seem satisfied.
In addition to immortality, she also tried to transform herself into a witch, or change the witch's natural spells, and even injected witch blood into the fetuses of pregnant witches in an attempt to mass-produce witches.
Although this is very much in line with the radical ideas of the Scaling Monastery, sometimes even the extreme elders feel that Serfaye is too extreme.
"Later, for some unknown reason, probably around 1416, Master Sefaye suddenly left without saying goodbye, taking away a large number of precious documents and materials." Acatlan grabbed his greasy hair, "As for what you mentioned The adopted daughter, I think she adopted her later, and the metal that connects to the astral world, we don’t know anything about it.”
From the time he left the Siheng Monastery in 1416 to the time he left Qiumu Island in 1434, there was a gap of 18 years.
"Don't you know her subsequent whereabouts?" Horn asked reluctantly.
Akatelan shook his head: "For the sake of 500 gold pounds, I have told everything I know... Hiss, her last whereabouts... Well, I do know that she has a good relationship with Master Cynthia. It is said that she left I visited Master Cynthia for the last time before..."
"Where is this Master Cynthia?" Horn asked quickly.
"Cynthia is the former speaker of the Witch Council." Acatlan said helplessly. "She went crazy when she got old. She was exiled to the dense forest of the eastern county to harm the savages. Who knows if she is still alive or not? Where? ”
(End of chapter)