Chapter 996 The Decline of the Vampire Tribe 31
Dracula paid the money and asked for no extra money. He is quite generous, since money comes easily anyway.
When paying, the boss smiled and said: "You two don't seem to be from here. It's better not to go out at night. Seeing that you two look like talented people, remember to ask the hotel owner for more garlic."
Xining blinked, what do you mean? This seems to be a way to deal with vampires. It seems that there is indeed a lot of garlic hanging in the hotel, and I thought people here like to eat garlic.
I don’t change the clothes I’m wearing, I just go out with new clothes.
When the coachman saw them coming, he got out of the car. At this time, there was a string of white things around his neck, which were garlic heads strung together with garlic.
Xining looked at the carriage driver's special "necklace" and got on the carriage.
For Dracula, the reaction to garlic is similar to that of someone who doesn't like garlic. He won't be as disgusted as ordinary vampires. He can still hold his breath for a long time, even if you rub garlic paste around him, it will be useless.
Dracula, standing under the car, reported an address to the driver.
When the coachman heard this, he immediately took off his felt hat and said: "My good master, you are not going back to the hotel. There is no one to do this night's work!"
Dracula tilted his head slightly: "It's no use hanging garlic around your neck?"
The coachman looked quite honest and honest, and his words were like pouring beans: "Of course it works, but some vampires will stone them to death if they see garlic hanging on them and can't get close."
"It's such a pity." Dracula sighed meaningfully, and after thinking for a while, he said: "You take us there, put us down and then go back to rest. Have a good sleep and come over at noon tomorrow."
"Okay, sir!" The coachman waited for Dracula to get in the car, closed the door, put his hat back on, and ran to the driver's seat to drive.
Sitting in the car, as soon as the wheels of the carriage started moving, the owner of the clothing store hurriedly closed the door, and the clerk hung garlic around his neck and left in a hurry.
Along the way, all the passers-by were in a hurry, and without exception, they all had a bunch of garlic hanging around their necks.
Xining couldn't help but ask: "Are there so many vampires here?"
"A lot!" Dracula, who was sitting on the other side, also looked outside the car. At this time, the night was shrouded, and there were people on the road holding kerosene lamps to light candles or kerosene lamps on roadside stones or iron lamp stands. These are the street lights in this place. These lights can be lit until late at night. When the oil lamps are exhausted and all go out, the whole city will truly fall into darkness.
Dracula's words surprised her: "They have been divided into several factions, and it seems that they are getting more and more violent."
Seeing Xining's curious expression on the baby, Dracula said: "Many vampires forge their identities in order to form gangs. Some even claim that they are descendants of Cain from thousands of years ago and have a nobler bloodline. Because of their different attitudes toward humans, they hate each other and compete for food.”
"Are they all your descendants?" Xining asked.
"Yeah!" Dracula responded: "It's just that some of them have been forgotten, or the previous one didn't say it."
Xining smiled brightly: "You and your descendants are really irresponsible."
Dracula choked and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth: "You are the only one who dares to speak to me like this."
Even a large city of ten thousand people was about the same size as four current communities. The carriage soon stopped at a street.
"Master, we're here!" The coachman opened the door and looked around in fear: "Are you sure you want to get off here? I heard it's not very peaceful here."
After Dracula got off the carriage, he stretched out his arm and asked Xining to help him get out of the carriage: "A friend of mine lives nearby. If it is really unsafe, I think he will keep me here for one night." Suddenly, there was a sound of laughter coming from somewhere, and the woman laughed wildly at that time. Xining had heard such a laugh before, when she was the bride of Dracula, flapping her wings and flying, chasing Versace's laughter.
Of course, this bride has long since turned to ashes, and the dregs may have been washed away by rain and dew, and all of them are gone.
The coachman was trembling with fear, but Dracula comforted him: "Some woman probably drank too much. You must go back!"
Anyway, I was reminded and paid three days’ wages. If something happens, the car might still belong to him! The coachman quickly got into the car, raised his whip and cracked it in the air. The horse moved its hooves and left with the car.
Xining looked around and said to Dracula: "It seems that your descendants are gathering on this street."
"Why?" Dracula asked.
Xining lowered his head and looked at the compacted soil under his feet: "The streets here are much cleaner than other streets. No one urinates on the streets at night."
At present, there are no sewers in this continent, from royal palaces to serfs' homes, and everything is dumped on the streets. Why do nobles have two or three castles? When the smell of one castle becomes unbearable, they move to other castles and let their servants clean the castle. When the smell of another castle becomes unbearable, they move back.
Vampires don't have to worry about this. Naturally, the air here is much fresher.
Dracula shook his head helplessly: "You are observing so carefully. If there weren't any interested hunters here, they would have been finished long ago."
"It's not that there are no hunters, but they bribed them." Xining turned and looked at the cathedral in the distance. At that time, the tallest and largest building in the city was almost the same as the lord's castle: "This is the main road for trade. , no matter how many people there are, there shouldn’t be so much tax to build such a big house.”
As long as two or three big sheep are taken care of, a lot of money can be given. And those who have had their blood sucked can be said to be acclimatized. Or there is no need at all, just go hunting for prey in the middle of the night.
You know, you don't have to bite your neck to suck blood. The current medical skills are still limited to chanting sutras, sprinkling holy water, and bloodletting. The technology of enema would not be available for another few decades, so bloodletting was the main medical method.
Xining asked curiously: "Don't you care about future generations?"
Dracula replied: "The last time I came here was fifty years ago."
Fifty years! Hehe, in this era when the average age is low, those who could have seen Dracula fifty years ago should basically be buried in their graves.
"Let's go!" Dracula bent his arms.
She gently put her hand on Dracula's arm and walked slowly side by side with him.
Before they had walked a few steps, a person suddenly jumped from the upstairs next to them and fell directly in front of them.
Of course he didn't jump from the building. After jumping from the roof, this person landed on the ground as light as a feather and stood in front of them. It was a man wearing bloomers, a loose coat, and a big feathered hat.
I really am not used to such exaggerated dressing up, but many nobles in the largest cities now dress like this, otherwise they would have clown collars that cannot even move their necks.
"Hey, you two, where are you going?" The man smiled, showing his white teeth and two pointed canines on the left and right sides.
(End of chapter)