Chapter 42 42. Casting
“What was the power you released yesterday?”
Under the dusk of the setting sun, Annan and the vampire hugged their knees, sitting in front of the porch of the abandoned empty house, looking out The clouds are stained red by the afterglow.
"Catch you...and invite you into the web of shadows in the room?"
"No, it's the power released when you scream."
"That's the power of my bloodline..."
"Can it be released again?" Sincerity is Annan's advantage, "You know I have just become a warlock, and yesterday's collision made my magic vortex more active. "
"That's no problem, it's just that I haven't been able to recover my strength from blood..."
"Can't animal blood work?"
"They only It can help me regain some strength..."
For no reason, Annan suddenly felt a hint of coldness. In an instant, the vampire who had been complaining about the unpalatable taste of livestock blood clawed at Annan with his fingernails - grabbing an adult snake that was wrapped around his arm along the steps.
Annan could only rely on the slightly pointed snake head to tell that it was a venomous snake, but the vampire had already broken off the venomous snake's neck with ease and stuffed it into his clothes.
"I want to keep this snake until evening as a midnight snack." It answered Annan's gaze.
"You saved me, thank you."
The same light grating as yesterday was cast into the room behind me. There was still some time before the tavern opened, and Annan curiously asked about the vampire's past——
"My previous name seems to be...Wood."
Wood said that as he became a vampire, he forgot many things in the past. He only remembered coming from the south, being attacked by a vampire when he went out to chop wood, and then being a vampire. The servant followed the vampire lord in a bloody battle in confusion, until one day, the vampire who controlled him died, and Wood, who regained his freedom, began his wandering journey.
Annan already knew about the encounter with the tauren tribe later.
So Wood is not an orthodox vampire.
Annan thought that the bard would definitely make up a story about "The Wanderings of Vampire Wood" if he knew it.
It was almost closing time for the tavern, and Annan asked Wood what blood he wanted.
"It is best to use human blood...then the blood of cows and sheep is about the same. Pig blood and chicken blood can only fill the stomach. Remember, the fresher the better."
Dark clouds cover the west At dusk, the houses on the street light up. Annan returned to the tavern, changed into his apron and moved next to Mr. Fast.
He wants to find some food for the vampire.
"Is there a hospital in town?"
"What is that?"
"It is a public facility for treating patients."
"You want to say a priest?"
Annan made the mistake of bringing common sense from earth to here. Whether it's a disease or an injury, a priest is better than a doctor. The doctors here are more like witch doctors, preparing herbal medicines to treat diseases of poor people who have no money.
“Where can I get fresh human blood?”
Fast frowned, walked up to Annan, lifted his collar and checked his neck.
“Have you met a vampire?”
However, because the rain clouds are approaching in the west, there are not many guests tonight, and no one pays attention to the behavior that usually causes screams, except for covering up. Evelyn's face peeked through her fingers.
“No.”
While Annan was quibbling, Fast discovered the unhealed wound on his wrist.
Fast's temperament suddenly turned fierce, and he held Annan's wrist: "Were you bitten?"
"...I took the initiative to bleed."
Faced with Fast's keenness, Annan had no choice but to expose Wood's existence.
“Vampires are dangerous.”
Even though he was a member of a secret society, Fast was still wary of many evil creatures, and was helpless that Annan always made friends with foreign races.
Although if he was still a member of the secret society, he would definitely find ways to bring Annan closer to the organization. "It didn't want to hurt me."
Annan told Wood's story of how it could kill itself but didn't. There are also those who follow the Tauren tribe north just because they can avoid starving to death...
"A vampire who gets rid of the blood contract?"
Fast believed Annan's words. Wood wouldn't hurt that part of him.
Annan nodded: "I checked the book. Vampires who break away from the blood contract will gradually return to themselves, and Wood still has memories."
The only difference between Wood and humans is that his food is blood, unless Wood is vampired Infected by the power of bloodline - but it has never killed someone, obviously it has no value to be watched by the ancestors.
"Do you need me to come with you tomorrow?"
"No. It is very timid...and I used to scare it with the idea that you know a vampire hunter."
" I do.”
"What are you talking about?" Martin came over.
Annan changed the subject: "How are you doing with your sword skills?"
"Mr. Fast didn't even dare to confront me head-on... Where is my sword?! ”
Martin was wandering around the tavern like a fly, but it was Evelin who reminded him that he disappeared after laying out the raincloth last night.
Seeing Martin running out of the tavern in a hurry, Annan asked in surprise: "Is Martin so talented?"
"If you see him coming out of the hut with a wooden sword, you don't want to be touched by that sword."
The sound of pattering rain came into the tavern, and soon Martin was holding a wet wooden sword. Coming back, Fast couldn't help but sigh: "What a beautiful rain..."
At midnight, the rain hadn't stopped yet, so Annan borrowed Fast's poncho and went home with Martin.
But without the assistance of a vampire, meditation has returned to its previous calmness.
Equally peaceful is Annan’s life. There was no hospital, no way to obtain human blood by reasonable means, and paying for blood seemed like an evil act—although the beggars wouldn't mind.
The result of bringing only cow blood and sheep blood is that Wood can only release the thin blood power once every three days.
The outline of Annan's magic vortex is becoming clearer and clearer, and it won't be too far away from the first spell.
At the same time, Annan always talks to Wood to help him remember more things and control the vampire's animal desires.
On this day, Annan ran home after buying a small basin of sheep blood.
“Aunt Susan, let me borrow the kitchen!”
Annan brought the sheep blood into the kitchen according to his memory. He originally wanted to give some to Aunt Susan, but the smell of unprocessed blood was really strong.
Bringing the cooked food to the abandoned house, Wood asked curiously: "What is this?"
"Blood is prosperous."
Annan handed it a spoon. , let him taste it.
Wood scooped up a piece of Xuewang and put it into his mouth. The Xuewang melted like tofu. Wood's expression gradually became indescribable - it was definitely not an expression of enjoying delicious food.
"It feels weird...like I'm drinking spiced fat...well, I feel like vomiting."
It seems that heating blood to make food doesn't work.
Then the collision with the magic vortex continued, and Annan suddenly felt inspired and felt that he could try to cast a spell now.
Under the witness of Wood, Annan tried to recall the process of low-level summoning. Magic power poured out from the vortex, and combined with imagination to form a spell:
The space of a low-level summoning. A crack opened before his eyes, and then a familiar figure emerged from the familiar background.
Wood, who stepped out of the rift, looked around strangely: "Is this teleportation?"
"No..."
Good news and bad news:
The good news is Annan learned to cast spells.
The bad news is that the spell is a bit strange.
(End of this chapter)