Chapter 989 The Decline of the Blood Tribe 24
The mood was bad enough, but Anna kept chattering angrily, scolding the defenders for their ignorance, refusing to open the door, and beating them. These idiots should all be hanged.
"Okay!" Versace couldn't help but interrupt, but still held back his anger: "They must be in the town."
The more they are not allowed in, the more problematic it proves to be. And the people guarding the city told what happened today, which further proves that they are inside, and they persuaded and even controlled the lord.
Anna finally stopped complaining and cursing. Even at night, her eyes were still exceptionally bright and charming by the moonlight: "What should I do?"
Versace gasped, not afraid of his opponent being as powerful as a god, but afraid of his teammates being as stupid as pigs. If Anna hadn't shot the arrow just now, the monk would have finished vomiting and said what he needed to say, and they could enter the city.
But now, even if they go over again, before they can speak, various weapons have already been thrown at them.
He thought for a while: "We will go there after the city gate is opened early tomorrow morning."
Anna was anxious: "Is it still too late? He will definitely drink blood and regain his strength."
Versace pulled the reins and let the horse go slowly, followed closely by Anna.
He said slowly: "His strength will be smaller during the day. I hope it will be a sunny day tomorrow, so his strength will be even weaker. After entering the city tomorrow, let the lord there investigate whether anyone has been sucked dry, then he will It’s useless to say anything.”
Someone being sucked dry is proof that there are vampires in the city. There is only so much space, where else can I hide it. At that time, the lord will send people to follow him to encircle and suppress them, which will make it easier for him to do things.
Anna nodded: "Then let's go in during the day tomorrow."
Versace stopped his horse and glanced at her: "Do we have any other options?"
"Yes!" Anna didn't see Versace's expression at all, and said in her own way: "You can climb the wall, you can set fire to the city gate."
Come on, the city wall is so high, even if you have tools, you still risk being discovered.
And setting fire to the city gate is even more undesirable. He was already regarded as a thief just now. If he sets a fire again, wouldn't he be found guilty?
Why is this woman so naive? No wonder the Vitonas family has not killed Dracula for more than four hundred years, and she is the only one left to die. Now I understand how they all died, they were all stupid!
Versace hesitated to speak, and finally sighed, dismounted, and began to pick up branches.
Anna sat on the horse, watching Versace picking up branches one by one, and asked strangely: "What are you doing?"
Versace raised his head, hugged the branch and looked at Anna for a while: "Make a fire, we are going to camp here tonight." Is there any need to say it?
Anna suddenly understood, got off her horse and picked up branches.
Versace looked at Anna deeply, of course there was no spark of love in his eyes. And he was a little broken inside: How could the church expect such a guy to kill Dracula? I really don't understand.
When a bonfire was lit in the wilderness, Xining had already taken a bath and put on beautiful new clothes in a hotel.
I first go to a tailor shop to pick out clothes, where they sell finished products. But Dracula took a fancy to a dress custom-made by a noble lady. The lady planned to wear it to attend an important ball. Dracula paid double the price to buy the dress.
Fortunately, the tailor agreed, otherwise Dracula would have "no money to spend."
The hotel has a living room upstairs and a bar downstairs that serves food.
Xi Ning appeared in a newly bought floor-length dress, making everyone in the bar look at her. She walked towards Dracula in no hurry. Dracula stood up and helped her pull out a chair. She grabbed the hem of her long skirt and sat down carefully.
Dracula returned to his original position, with half a glass of red wine in front of him: "You are beautiful."
In addition to blood, vampires can drink other things, such as tomato juice and red wine. But there is no use in drinking it. The most you can do is taste it and reminisce about the things you ate when you were a human being.
"Thank you!" Xining said a little nervously: "I don't look like someone, such as your old friend or something."
If the body owner doesn't look like his deceased wife, then the plot will be complicated. She didn't want to be reincarnated and have a love affair with Dracula that spanned four centuries.
You must know that Williams is the natal family of his deceased wife, and among the descendants, he is the most likely to return to his ancestors.
The corners of Dracula's mouth were slightly upward: "No, you don't look like her at all."
"What is she like?" Xining asked curiously. After asking, I felt a little regretful. More than 400 years have passed, and there is no photography technology, so I should have forgotten it long ago.
Dracula took off his necklace and opened the rose pendant. Unexpectedly, such a delicate rose pendant actually has a middle layer that can be opened.
Xining handed the pendant to her and took it. In the middle was a portrait of a woman, drawn directly with a pencil or something like that, and added color with paint.
The painting is very precise and realistic, and the hair is all silky, just like the real photo. The woman really doesn't look like the owner, so you can rest assured now.
"She is very beautiful." Xining returned it to Dracula.
Dracula looked at the portrait and seemed to be lost in memories: "She is indeed beautiful. Among a group of ladies, I saw her at a glance. She noticed that I was looking at her and smiled shyly at me. I will never forget that smile in my life. No..."
Closing the pendant, Dracula put the necklace back on, sat there, and continued to tell the past: "After she died, I painted her portraits every once in a while, just for fear of forgetting her. Just like that, one picture after another. There are at least hundreds of her portraits piled up in one room of the castle. Over time, the wooden frames of some portraits have decayed, and the colors on them have gradually faded, or even become blurry. But she is still in my mind. Imprinted deeply.”
It's so affectionate, if it were a little girl, she would be moved.
Unfortunately, what she was thinking about was how to make good use of Dracula's relationship to save her own life.
She remembered something, so she picked up her rose pendant and tried to open it according to Dracula's method.
Dracula finally smiled: "Yours is an imitation."
Xining put down the pendant and asked: "Does the one my father wears have your portrait in it?"
Dracula nodded: "Maybe it took too long and the paper turned into powder."
Time can take away everything and turn the sea into mulberry fields. Even metals will be oxidized and stones will be weathered. But it's really not easy for Dracula to maintain a person's feelings for so long.
Dracula also asked curiously: "Why are you helping me? The Williams family has always remained neutral and has never gotten involved."
"Do I have a choice?" Xining asked, and he said it very realistically: "The situation makes it impossible for me to be neutral, either to help you or to help others. I feel that if I help you, I can live longer. If we can survive this difficulty , the Williams family can still continue to live peacefully.”
(End of chapter)