Chapter 169 Gray's Wonderful Metaphor
The night is as cool as water, and the main entrance of the palace is magnificent.
The pale black-haired beauty lifted her red rose-like skirt and bowed elegantly.
Soon, Lisa raised her beautiful red eyes and said softly:
"Please allow me to call you Lord, Baron Yeats. I am waiting for your summons at any time. I hope Looking forward to the day when I return to Chenshuang Ridge with you.”
Yeats nodded slightly and said, "You should know healing magic, right?"
"Yes, before I became a vampire, I learned healing magic from my teacher." Lisa's red eyes flickered slightly and she said, "Actually, becoming a vampire has the same benefit, that is, I can use blood magic."
Mentioning what she is good at, Lisa's tone quickened slightly: "I can use blood magic and healing magic together. It can be used in surgery, biological anatomy, etc..."
"In short, please believe in my ability." Lisa smiled, "Although I am a vampire, I am also an excellent doctor—— After all, people believe that the souls of doctors who dissect corpses will eventually go to hell, but I am not afraid.”
The understanding of medical knowledge in the Middle Ages was still quite backward, and doctors left their surgical careers to barbers. This is closely related to the foolish ideas spread by the church.
Although Lisa is a vampire, she is committed to medicine... Yeats secretly thought... With her joining, the medical construction of Morning Frost Ridge is expected to be promoted.
The snow owl gathered its wings, stood on the steps, and tilted its head: "Gu?"
Blood magic?
I don’t think I’ve heard of this kind of magic among the eight schools of mages?
Yeats conveyed the Snow Owl’s confusion to Lisa.
"I know that your demon pet has caused great repercussions in Jianhe University." Lisa said with a smile, "Its understanding is accurate. Blood magic does not belong to one of the eight sects, because blood magic does not belong to one of the eight sects. The source of magic is an existence named [Blood Lord]. "
The magic in the eight schools, except for the Necromancy School, comes from the magic network and the goddess of magic Minerva.
The power of the Necromancy School comes from the goddess of death.
Yeats had a vague impression of the [Blood Lord] mentioned by Lisa, and muttered:
“It doesn’t sound like a true god.”
"When I followed the teacher to investigate a blood magic incident, I learned his name from a book."
Lisa recalled the past, forced a smile and said:
"From what I understand, the [Blood Lord] may be a demon god living in hell, and his status is not low. He is the demon that all vampires believe in."
The King of the Wild Hunt once mentioned, There are seven Lords of Original Sin in hell who represent mortal sin.
The Blood Lord is most likely the vest of one of the Lords of Original Sin.
Yeats did not continue to ask. After all, Lisa could not have a deeper understanding of the Blood Lord. He changed the topic and said curiously:
"I heard that vampires are afraid of silver utensils, garlic and... Cross?”
Lisa shook her head: “Most of those rumors were fabricated by the church to expand its influence.”
The implication is that vampires are not. Fear of garlic.
Yeats secretly thought... No wonder Lisa ate so deliciously just now!
"After I transformed into a vampire, the only thing I didn't adapt to was my fear of light." Lisa said, "The sun will burn the skin of vampires, but judging from the results of my investigation with my teacher, high-level vampires can move even during the day. "Freedom."
"Higher vampires?"
"There is a set of standards for judging the level of strength. From low to high, they are baron, viscount, earl, marquis and duke. It is no longer affected by sunlight. Unless it is actively exposed, it is no different from humans."
Lisa showed a pale smile: "My teacher, I suspect that vampires have blended into the aristocracy of various kingdoms and established themselves. A secret society dedicated to unspeakable demons."
"And I was just a victim bitten by a blood bat during the investigation of the society." Lisa raised her eyes and looked at it. Yeats's eyes were filled with gratitude, "You are willing to take me in...I am really grateful."
The Blood Lord, the Vampire Association... It seems that Lisa, like the Necromancer Rishi, is an important NPC with its own plot line.
Yeats couldn't help but feel a little headache.
Recruiting Lisa under his command will definitely involve him in these related events in the future.
But there is no use regretting now.
In his heart, Yeats started a war with Void, the King of the Wild Hunt.
"The King of Blood, right? My adoptive father, the King of the Wild Hunt, can kill ten!"
Yeats proposed to see Lisa off, but Lisa shook her head slightly: "How dare I bother you to see him in person? To send...actually..."
Lisa hesitated, biting her red lips with her crystal clear teeth. After hesitating for a long time, she warned Yeats:
"Actually, your guard's blood should be special." "Even I can feel the difference in her blood, which also means that she may attract the attention of powerful vampires." "Coveted." Lisa said seriously, "Your Excellency, please be careful."
Yeats nodded slightly.
Gray's blood is mixed with dragon's blood, which is fatally attractive to high-level vampires. This is a troublesome thing.
However.
It can be inferred from the werewolf incident that the blood of the Brondi family in me will also attract the covetousness of various evil god believers.
“It’s true that we have the same problem as Gray.”
Compared to himself, Yeats felt that Gray, who had a destiny, would level up much faster, and he couldn't help but start to fantasize.
“It’s just a slow development in the early stage... When I raise Gray’s initial card to the ninth level, the Blood Lord and the Seven Apostles will all be dead!”
At this time, The door was pushed open behind her. Gray looked at Lisa leaving in the night, stuck her head in and said:
"Is she determined to come to our territory?"
Yeats nodded: "She should have nearly a third-level combat power. Combined with blood magic, she is much stronger than an ordinary second-level mage. She is also a force that cannot be underestimated."
"I always feel like there are more and more strange people in Chenshuang Ridge." Gray folded his arms and sighed.
Yeats: "..."
You are also one of the strange guys!
The dragonborn girl's single ponytail swayed in the evening breeze. She stared at Lisa's disappeared back and said softly:
"Actually, I think she is quite pitiful. For a reason Vampires transformed from humans cannot find a place anywhere..."
Yeats glanced at Gray: "I thought you didn't like her."
"It's because she seems to have your ideas!" Gray raised her head and muttered. , "I just feel that she and I are very similar."
"Where?"
"I don't know where to go, and I don't know where to settle."
Gray spoke in a rare deep voice, her eyes flickering, and said: "But——"
"Dragonborn, Vampires, Necromancers...the homeless people have come together because of you, Yeats."
Under the bright moonlight, the Dragonborn girl looked up at the night sky, her eyes shining. Bright, the corners of his mouth raised slightly.
“I want to learn from Yeats. When I become a sanctuary in the future, I will build many houses so that homeless people all over the world can have a place to stay!”
Yeats was shocked, he didn’t expect Gray to have such a high level of ideological awareness, and said: "So, you want to be an architect in the future?"
"Idiot Yeats, the house here is a metaphor. , I can’t even understand this!”
Gray made a face at Yeats, and immediately laughed, her laughter was clear and her smile was as bright as a flower.
Yeats couldn't help but smile and said:
"You are quite good at metaphors."
Grey smiled proudly and said:
"Humph Humph, just like a polar bear catching a seal! ”
Yeats said seriously:
"You are right, but more than fifty percent of the seal's weight is fat. Its hind limbs have degenerated into flippers, and it can only crawl on the ice with bends, or Move by bouncing the fat layer. It uses all its strength just to crawl, and it doesn’t want to be eaten by a polar bear. You don’t know, you only care about yourself.”
Gray shouted: “Who knows what you are talking about?”
The next moment, Yeats laughed out loud.
Gray looked at Yeats with her bright eyes, and immediately smiled.
In the night, the snow leopard swallowed its saliva and purred deeply.
“Woo!”
I’m so hungry!
Yeats: "..."
We are all leopards, so why rush each other!
(End of this chapter)