Chapter 190 Click, click, click
The cloud-like curtain shook violently, as if a tornado was wrapped in the white silk gauze, rapidly approaching Horn.
Horn stepped back with his right foot, holding the scabbard in one hand and the hilt in the other. He raised the Blood Covering Cloud and blocked it in front of him when the brass claw stretched out.
The claws made of brass and iron bars hit the scabbard, making a crisp buzzing sound.
But Horn is no better than before. In the past few months, he has been through many battles and has seen a lot. He calmed down after a moment of panic.
Loosening the scabbard, he directly pulled out Xue Zhiyun, then kicked the humanoid creature with a heartfelt kick.
The bald "vampire" reacted quickly. While throwing away the scabbard, he quickly dodged sideways, narrowly avoiding the red-glowing blood cloud.
Obviously it was not struck by the blood covering the clouds, but it still covered the place just illuminated by the red light and kept retreating.
Small blood spots were emerging from his skin, and the expression on the humanoid creature's face immediately became suspicious. He stroked the blood spots and actually stood there and hesitated.
But Horn would not tell him anything, and he would not talk about martial ethics with this kind of evil heretic: "Go ahead, come together, let me catch him."
"Drink!"
Before Horn could finish speaking, Paslik had already come out from behind the curtain. He was holding a hard salted fish and jumped high from the stage.
First there was a flash of light in his hand. In the flash, the monster let out a shrill scream, and Paslik hit the humanoid monster heavily on the head with salted fish.
The humanoid creature was knocked backwards, but it only rolled twice before standing up dizzy. However, its nose was damaged during the roll.
It was too late to grapple. The next Paslik stepped forward and kicked him to the ground. He punched him three times on the temple and pressed him down with his knee. Its neck.
Standing not far from Paslik, Horn could clearly hear the sound of the humanoid creature's ribs being crushed.
After all this trouble, the humanoid creature went into shock. Horn quickly asked someone to tie it up to prevent it from being beaten to death by Paslik's three punches.
To be honest, a wizard should fight like a wizard.
When the great wizard Paslik fights, his spells only serve to harass him, and he frequently wields his war hammer to attack.
After the humanoid creature was settled, Horn stepped forward to observe it carefully.
He looked to be in his fifties or sixties. His whole body was as white as blue, his ears were pointed, and two fangs poked out from under his lips. He looked like a vampire from a witcher legend.
It wasn’t until he got closer that Horn could see clearly that his nose had been cruelly gouged out, as had his eyes, so his eyes and nose were made of wood and painted with paint. Making Horn think he was a puppet.
His tongue and hands were cut off at the root, and it looked like they had been chopped off by someone else. No wonder he needed a pair of brass mechanical claws.
"Is this a vampire?" Horn turned sideways, pointed at the humanoid creature on the ground with an index finger, and asked Paslik.
Paslik raised its lips with salted fish: "These are not vampire fangs, just a blood slave."
"Isn't this a vampire?"
"Vampires are often no different from ordinary nobles, except that their skin is a little paler. Their fangs are retractable, but blood slaves cannot.
In the Royal Court of Flesh, blood slaves mostly serve as tax collectors or housekeepers, helping vampire lords collect taxes and manage their territories. The vampires in the public mind are actually this kind of blood slaves.”
Paslik. He used a salted fish to pull open his collar, revealing the brand representing the blood slave:
"Here, the brand of blood slave. Generally speaking, blood slaves will not stray too far from their masters. There must be another one here. Vampire.”
Horn did not listen carefully to the second half of Paslik's words. He just picked up the brass claw of the blood slave and toyed with it over and over.
This small claw is surprisingly well made, just like the puppet on the mechanical stage just now.
It is fixed on the arm with belts and iron bars. Filaments of unknown material are connected to the finger claws, which can be grasped according to the force of the muscles.
Horn didn't believe it at all that this was done by the blood slave with no eyes or hands.
"Has the entire palace been searched? Is there anything else missing?" Horn asked, placing the brass claw on the workbench aside.
Victor raised his head, checked with the soldiers in the corridor on the second floor one by one, and then said to Horn: "Your Majesty, we have checked everything, and no one has been found. All dangers have been eliminated... Well, except for just now That."
"Master Crispa, can you locate your badge?" Pointing to the tongueless blood slave on the ground, Horn asked helplessly, "He can't speak, and we can't find anything out through interrogation. "Ah." "I'm not a divination wizard." Paslik turned the salted fish in his hand, "I'm relatively good at evocation, natural history, and alchemy. I really don't know anything else." br>
“Okay.” Horn stepped back to the hall, “Then let’s go to the minaret and have a look.”
“Your Majesty, we can’t open the tower. "The iron gate." Following Horn, Victor smiled awkwardly, "Its windows are very high. We just sent people to climb them. Its windows are sealed with iron bars, and there are no tools or necessary ropes... ...Your Majesty?”
Halfway through Victor's words, he noticed that Horn sounded distracted and even turned his body, as if he was listening to something.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty?"
"Have you heard any strange sounds? It's the kind of clicking sound, a bit like a clock." Apologizing to Wei Kedor smiled, and Horn asked Jeanne and Victor in a low voice.
“No.” Jeanne looked confused.
Paslik's face was full of solemnity. He thought for a while and then said: "Boy Horn, based on my experience, I have some guesses about your situation, but please don't be afraid."
"I am Shengsun. I won't be afraid. Please tell me."
"I suspect you are mentally ill." Paslik said seriously, "Let me be healthy."
>Horn was speechless at that time, he was a humble man, he was really humble.
Not bothering to analyze whether Paslik's words were a joke or the truth, he said angrily: "Okay, okay, I know."
Paslik's voice It's so low that you can't hear it: "The magic power of a witch can oppress the soul, causing emotional instability and rage. You have the magic power of five or six witches..."
Ignoring Paslik's grunt, Horn said to the surrounding soldiers: "Send some of your people to survey the surrounding terrain, then send people to row boats to find some professional tools, and then find a better place nearby to build. Fortifications.
I suspect that the vampire is sleeping in the spire. We can't get in for the time being. We can only wait until it comes out.
Paslik, go to the spire and see if you can. Open the door in the daytime, Jeanne, let's go together and think of a way to melt the iron bars on the window and climb in.
Be careful. If there is a risk of falling, wait until the tools arrive."< br>
Arranged the two of them to go to the spire to study how to attack vampires. Horn sat down at the workbench and tinkered with the parts on the stand.
Although he has been refreshed by the strangeness of this world many times, Horn couldn't help but feel shocked when he saw these mechanical theaters.
This exquisite structure simply does not look like a product of this era.
Can such a theater really be built with human craftsmanship alone?
Perhaps, but I will probably spend half my life on it. The only purpose of building it is probably for the amusement of the nobles.
“Click, click, click.”
There was a clicking sound in his ears again. Horn frowned and ignored it, but continued to look down at the parts.
Many of these parts are handmade, with clear marks of grinding and filing.
Horn stretched out his hand to touch the rough table. In the corner of the workbench, two "concave" iron blocks stood opposite each other. A chain wrapped around the gear connected the hand rocker and the iron block.
This should be an original cutting lathe, and many parts should be on this machine...
"Click, click, click... click, click..."
"Yes, Victor, come here, are you sure the danger has been eliminated?"
"Sure, we dug up the entire palace. Except for the blood slave who is too confusing, the rest "Everything has been checked."
"Okay, call a few soldiers and follow me."
Standing up, Horn called a few soldiers to guard him and headed towards the voice. Go to the source.
“I want to see what’s going on.”
(End of this chapter)