People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 478 The Night of the Vampires

"Are you Yasar?"

The night wind howls.

The Marquis, who was wearing a holy cross plate armor engraved with countless patterns, looked at the man who suddenly appeared opposite him with an expressionless face.

"of course not."

The man denied the Marquis' inquiry with a smile. He was handsome, slender, and wearing a black woolen cloak. He stood on the battlements with his back to the night sky. He looked like a black ghost.

After denying it, he turned his head slightly and looked at the shadow behind him: "Come out, you can't hide from my eyes - the mutant blood magic is very interesting, but as long as it is blood magic, it will not work on me."

Of course Coors wouldn't listen to him.

This guy was able to hide his presence quietly from the eyes and ears of him and Lothar. His strength obviously should not be underestimated when he appeared here.

"You serve Yasar?"

Lothar said bluntly that he couldn't feel the murderous intention coming from the other party, but there were too many things that the beast couldn't intuitively feel.

"Service? Not really. At most, it's just a transaction."

The man shook his head, opened the corner of his mouth, and said in a serious tone: "Yasar wants me to kill you."

The Marquis on the other side responded very coldly: "But now it seems that you have no intention of fulfilling the contract?"

An exaggerated smile appeared on the man's face.

He seems to love to laugh and has a desire to perform. He moves like an actor or clown in the court: "Look what you said, my reputation is very good. If the employer pays blood and sacrifices, I will complete the commission. This is It's a contract belonging to the blood clan - but unfortunately, after investigation, I found that the blood sacrifice he gave was not enough to kill you."

"So?" Lothar asked, "You just turned your back on your employer?"

"No way, I'm not a devil."

The man quickly complained: "Three hundred years ago, the reputation of the Vampire Archduke was a resounding golden sign in the Levant and the entire dark world of the East. It was ten thousand times more reliable than Assassin today."

"The Vampire Archduke?"

The man smiled and said: "Yes, as long as you take out my deed, you can summon me to make a deal. Yasar's family happens to hold this ancient scroll. Unfortunately, his price is too low. , so he had to change the conditions so that when the city was destroyed, I would send his family and confidants to the other side along with him."

Lothar frowned and said, "So you appear in front of me now? Want to find a new commission for yourself?"

"Yes."

The man who claimed to be a vampire smiled and said: "I noticed that this person under your command has blood magic that is familiar to me but very strange to me - may I ask, are you also a vampire?"

The latter words were spoken to the shadows under the tower battlements.

Just now, Coors quietly changed his position, but he was still detected by the other party at a glance.

"No."

Kors didn't speak, it was Lothar who was still talking.

Of course, Kors and Fringilla are not vampires in this world. In their world, they claim to be blood descendants, vampires, and saints. The only thing they do not call themselves "vampires" is just like the Eastern Empire never calls itself a vampire. Byzantium, there is no such name in this era.

The vampire shrugged helplessly: "Okay, I believe it for now, then the second question - Lord Marquis, what race are you?"

"Humanity."

"Ha, such a strong dragon smell, more like a real dragon than a real dragon, how could it be human? If it weren't for the strange dark power lingering around you, I should have suspected that you are the kind of person who has mastered transformation. The advanced dragon type with magic skills."

Lothar did not answer his question, but asked: "Why are you asking these? Out of curiosity?"

"Not at all."

The man licked his lips: "There is also the factor of greed. Next, what I want to talk about is the content of the transaction."

"What deal?"

"Leave this subordinate of yours to me. I want to study the aura on his body - the blood magic that is full of vitality compared to us vampires is really coveted - as compensation, I will take your place. This man is at your service.”

Looking at Lothar's eyes as if he were looking at a fool, the man showed a regretful expression: "Well, this is indeed a bit too much, so let's change it."

"You said."

"I want to taste your blood. To be honest, I have drunk many kinds of dragon blood, but none is as tempting as yours. As long as you give half of your blood, I will serve you. "

After he finished speaking, he immediately added: "Believe me, this will be a very good deal. I know you will soon become the king of Egypt, but even the king of Egypt can rank among the top ten kings. Really? You won’t be satisfied with this, right?”

"If I help you, I will make you the most noble emperor of the empire, and you will become the most powerful person in the world." Lothar laughed dumbly. What the man said was true, but he obviously had little understanding.

The crown of the Germanic Emperor was inherited from the Western Empire. Legally speaking, he was undoubtedly the head of the kings, superior to the King of Gaul, the King of Albion, and the kings of Iberia.

But compared to the throne of the Germanian Emperor, which is surrounded by intrigues and faced with countless coveters, if the throne of the King of Egypt is put up for people to choose at the same time, I am afraid that the vast majority of the nobles would prefer to become the king of the wealthy Egypt. .

Lothar had no intention of educating the vampire. He had no intention of making a deal with this vampire of unknown origin from the beginning.

If he handed over half of his blood, even if he had a strong vitality and would not lose his life, he would at least become seriously ill. What's more, he couldn't trust the credibility of a vampire of unknown origin.

"It is true that you have the right to refuse, but I have to say that this is not a smart decision. After all, I am almost unable to control my appetite. Once this happens, even if I don't want to be a robber, I still have to succumb to my instinct."

The smile on the man's face still hadn't disappeared, but there was a hint of blood in his eyes.

"You can try."

Behind Lothar, an illusory black dragon rose faintly, with a slender body and scarlet eyes. It hovered behind Lothar, its huge head hung down, and it looked at the vampire coldly.

"What a strong coercion."

There was a hint of shock on the vampire's face, but he quickly calmed down: "There is no need to use this bluffing trick on me. I have read the memories of your soldiers. If you are so powerful, how can you deal with one in a row?" Are young dragons from Karelia working so hard?”

His face quickly turned pale, a pair of fangs poked out of the corners of his mouth, wings made of blood spread out from behind, and the disgusting pungent smell of blood filled the air.

The momentum of the two collided at the top of this narrow tower, and they were so distinct that neither could take a step beyond the thunder pool.

Just looking at the momentum, this vampire is probably stronger than Elise, the lord of the abyss who has been sealed away by the demon hunters for many years.

The vampire sneered: "I have seen through your true identity a long time ago. Do you want to make another choice next?"

Lothar said calmly: "Should I ask you this, should you succumb to appetite and die under my sword, or should you follow reason and leave here? Or do you really think that from a mortal perspective? , can you see all my trump cards?"

At this time, the man showed a look of sudden enlightenment, and with a wave of his hand, the wall turned into mustard powder, and an illusory shadow appeared, then disappeared again.

"It's amazing. He was able to hide it from me. He had already called for help, right?"

Lothar raised his hand, and the volcanic divine flames swirled up, turning into a sharp fire knife in his hand: "You still have about one minute. In one minute, my followers will come. Come here and reduce you to ashes.”

"What a pity. I was expecting the outcome of this meeting to be harmonious."

The man retreated and gradually disappeared into the darkness.

"But I won't give up."

In the darkness, a pair of snow-white fangs shone with a cold light.

"Sooner or later, I will drink your blood."

The vampire kept his cruel words to himself, his figure gradually faded, and he seemed to be using some kind of strange teleportation spell.

At this moment, the murderous intention in Lothar's heart had reached its peak.

He raised his arms without hesitation. On the Holy Cross plate armor, among the carved patterns, countless sacred inscriptions emitted golden light, making him look like an angel who had descended into the world.

"Seiya!"

The form of the holy spear quickly changed from illusory to solid.

The vampire, who had almost turned into a shadow, had white smoke rising from his body, as if concentrated sulfuric acid had been dumped on him.

"If you want to run away, it's not that easy."

A cold female voice sounded.

Cellinina, who was the first to arrive, came riding the wind.

The sharp swords came out of his hands, like crossbow arrows, and they were nailed into the vampire's body.

The forced silencing effect of the choking hand caused the body of the vampire who was about to disappear to suddenly freeze in place. The teleportation spell failed. The next moment, he was greeted by the terrifying holy flame of the holy spear that wiped out all evil spirits.

Immediately afterwards, heavy footsteps echoed in the tower corridor.

The bare-chested werewolf with silver-gray hair stood on all fours and rushed to Lothar with an indomitable and violent aura. Behind him, Prajna clutched the hair on his neck tightly and wrote a string of Latin words with a wave of his hand.

The demon hunter with two swords on his back jumped out of the void. Geralt, Eskar, and Lambert - three old friends, appeared in the shape of a cross and killed the vampire immediately.

(End of this chapter)