Even Pseudo-girl Vampires Can Survive Calmly in Another World

Anne on the side really couldn't see it. She realized something when Katyusha began to paint the facial features of the long-haired egg. After a little thought, she knew that what she was going to paint was Van Helsing.

It can be drawn like this...

After all, it is also my own face...

Annie felt a little overwhelmed.

But seeing Katyusha painting so happily, she also suppressed the thought of disturbing, forget it, as long as Katyusha is happy.

Looking at her own again, Annie was satisfied for a while.

Her pottery embryo is a bowl, with different evil spirit maids drawn on the outside of the bowl. Although it is just a stick figure, these stick figures hold hands and 'twist' the bowl round and round, which looks a little beautiful , like some special texture.

"Wow... Katyusha, what did you draw? It looks a bit like the graffiti I saw when I went to the academy last time. I heard it was drawn by the kindergarten class..." Mary held a few watercolor pens and made a painting. The deputy major painter patted Katyusha on the shoulder.

"It's very good. In the old days, there was a great painter named Van Gogh. In his later years, he pursued the realm of 'painting like a child'..."

"Although it's ugly, it's a kind of state~" Mary raised her colorfully painted pottery water cup from time to time, with an expression of "I'm just holding it up for fun, not for you to see my masterpiece of art".

Snapped! ——Katyusha crushed the watercolor pen.

"Hehe...Miss Mary...what were you talking about just now?" Katyusha turned her neck stiffly, looked back slightly at Mary, and smiled: "Can you say it again?"

"I was just talking..." Mary didn't realize that the atmosphere was wrong, and just wanted to add, but was interrupted by a voice from afar.

"Katyusha, Lucifer! Look who I brought back?" Fan Helsing dragged Annabel's hand and strode towards this side.

Anne watched Katyusha let the ignorant Mary go, and turned her attention back to Van Helsing. She could only sigh that Mary was a lucky guy.

……

"Miss Annabelle, long time no see." Katyusha greeted the confused Annabelle.

"Long time no see, Annabelle." Lucifer waved at the table far away.

"Okay, long time no see..." Annabel looked around in confusion, and when she heard the greetings from the two, she let go of her confusion and turned around to talk to them.

"What's the matter with the 'people' here?" Annabelle put the suitcase on the ground, raised her index and middle fingers together, made an ear gesture on her head, and even bent her head.

"Why do they have animal ears? And people with pointed ears are so beautiful, and those short, thick beards..."

"Excuse me, thank you." The murloc family walked past Annabelle, who was retreating consciously, with a bucket.

"..." Annabelle saw Little Murloc Bubbles swimming around her mother, splashing the pink tail of the fish.

"That, that... is it a real fish tail?" After the murloc family walked away, Annabel looked at everyone in disbelief.

When she saw the two elf children just now, she didn't think there was anything wrong with the pointed ears. She even thought it was some kind of natural deformity and deliberately pretended not to see it, and didn't mean to ask.

After all, in her travels, she often met such people.

But when Van Helsing took her to a crowded place and saw the ears and tails on these orcs that humans would never grow, she finally understood——

These people are not considered 'people', but many ethnic groups that she has never seen or even heard of.

"Well... how should I put it? This is a long story..." Van Helsing led Annabelle to the pottery painting booth, and asked her to sit down on the bench and talk.

There are five or six long tables in this stall. The tabletops are all plain, and a sunshade shed is built with colorful striped cloth above the head. When the sun shines through, the world under the shed is shrouded in colorful halos.

In addition to Van Helsing and Katyusha who painted pottery here, there were also other subhumans here, some for the summer, and some were also members of the pottery painting team.

The occasional flickering of those furry ears in the halo made Annabel feel as if she was in a different world.

Looking around, the square is full of this kind of colorful cloth sheds, large and small demihumans come and go, laughter and fights can be heard endlessly.

"Huh..." Annabelle exhaled lightly, "...an eye-opener."

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Chapter 130 Chapter 129: The Wandering Dead Apostle Psalming Huazhang ([-])

"Did so many things happen in the past few months?"

Annabelle was sitting on the bench, slightly looking up at the colored cloth above her head, a little lost in thought.

Just now, Van Helsing had briefly told her some things that had happened in the past few months.

It's not detailed, but it still gives Annabelle a general idea of ​​how things developed to where they are today.

"I feel like I missed a lot of interesting things..." Annabel sighed.

"Then you won't leave in the future, will you?" Van Helsing was distracted talking to Annabelle while painting his own pottery embryo.

"Didn't you talk about preaching here? I have built the church for you. As long as you stay here, there will be more interesting things to experience in the future, right?"

Annabelle was silent, and smiled again.

"Ah."

"Don't go, I'm here now... um... now it's called Anne County, right? I'm the bishop of Anne County now..."

"As long as you don't object, Van Helsing, I will stay here for the rest of my life, and there is no possibility of rotation."

"Would you object, Van Helsing?"

Annabelle looked at Van Helsing, only to see a cloaked eccentric wearing a yellow paper cone.

"Of course not, not only not, but also very welcome." Van Helsing put down the watercolor pen, looked at Annabelle seriously, and stretched out his hand.

"Please give me more advice in the future, Bishop Annabelle."

If another Continental Faustian were here, he might be confused by Van Helsing's gesture of reaching out his hand. Handshakes are not popular on Faust Avenue.

But Annabelle had seen it in some prosperous remote cities. She didn't know it before, but after she became a bishop, she also knew that it was a etiquette brought by a group of people called 'travelers' from another world.

"En! I also ask Mr. Van Helsing to give you some advice." She reached out and shook hands with Van Helsing who was wearing black arm gloves, but Annabelle suddenly laughed.

"So that's how it is...Fan Helsing and you too..." She didn't say the word "time traveler" in public.

"If those miraculous people have the ability to build a wild land into such a beautiful town within three months, it would not be surprising..."

Now that she thinks about it, those 'lords' with strange temperaments she has seen should also be traversers. The people under their rule obviously live better than the people in other cities on the mainland, and the development and construction are also changing with each passing day.

"Uh...I was going to tell you when I got home, there are too many people here...I didn't expect you to guess it by yourself..." Fan Helsing scratched his head, a little embarrassed.

"Since that's the case, it's good to be tacit, Lucifer said that this shouldn't be known by too many people..."

Van Helsing chuckled.

"Yes, I understand." Annabelle nodded.

Before leaving the headquarters, the Pope specially took her to a place where no one was there, and reminded her that things like time travelers are something that only a few people can know, and if too many people know about it, it will lead the world to the unknown Chaos, for the sake of social stability, it is better to keep it in your heart.

When you meet a traverser, just notify the angel to deal with it, and don't interfere too much yourself.

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Near noon, more and more colorful cloth sheds were set up on the square until it covered the sky above the square, leaving only the fountain in the open air. Under these sheds, there were more than 50 round tables, and nine people sat around each round table. , Ten people.

A temporary fire stove was set up at the entrance of the North Street of the square, and the troll dipped in the sauce as the chef, leading more than a dozen assistants to cook the meals, and the smell of meat and parsley wafted over the square.

The banquet is about to begin.

However, before the banquet started, the singer of the sun had to go to the altar to sing "Love of the Sun". After the song was over, the banquet could officially begin.

For the demihumans in Zelilia, the altar of the Sun Festival is not very particular, as long as it is a place that can stand higher than everyone else, this also means that the sun singer standing on the altar can get closer The sun, the singing of the sun singer can pass through the sea of ​​people, and can be conveyed loudly and clearly to Yuxi.

Now, Sivir ordered people to build a four-meter-high altar in the fountain with a large number of logs as thick as an adult's arm. In order to facilitate dismantling, the altar was made very light. Wooden shelves, at most, use a lot of triangular structures for stability.

It is also convenient for the stone hammer to climb up.

The water in the fountain is calm now, and the water column that shot into the sky continuously in the past has disappeared without a trace. Sivir has ordered people to close the sluice gate of the water supply pipe of the fountain, so as not to prevent the stone hammer from falling into the water column later. Singing in shock.

Time seemed to be very slow, when the food was served on the table one after another, the sun reached the middle of the sky, and the stone hammer had to put down the "hand gesture that only the sun singer can make", and climbed up the altar along the wooden frame.

After standing still, he made this gesture again, but no one could say that he was showing off at this time, because this gesture was originally prepared for this moment.

Van Helsing's position was right next to the fountain, and he could see the solemnity and seriousness on Shi Hammer's face when he looked up.

This made Van Helsing a little surprised, after all, the dwarf had said that inconspicuous and ostentatious trash talk to Evelyn in front of him before.

Because a round table can seat up to ten people.

Van Helsing seated himself, Katyusha, Lucifer, Anne, Mary, and Annabelle at the round table, and there were only five people, so Sivir and Evelyn came over to join the table, so there were seven people.

The remaining three slots are still vacant.

In fact, it can be counted as four. After all, Sivir can't eat. She just came to sit. If someone came to ask for a seat, she could stand.

But obviously, not everyone has the guts to compete with Fan Helsing.

Now it's not because he's afraid of him getting into trouble, looking at that funny conical hat, no one will be wary of him, but because of restraint.

Van Helsing is their lord now, who would carelessly run to the lord's dining table and ask him to say 'add a pair of chopsticks'?

……

Soon, the whole audience fell silent, whether they could see it or not, everyone looked towards the center of the square, which was the direction where Sun Diva was.

There is no music to accompany the singing, but its loudness, distance, magnificence, and broadness seem to be a natural luxury without the company of music.

It was hard to imagine that this was actually the voice of a dwarf.

Evelyn sighed helplessly, losing...

In the singing, it seems that the ancient picture gradually emerged. Instead of embellishing the greatness of the sun with many words, it revealed the life of the ancestors one by one, and how earth-shaking changes have taken place in the world after the loss of the sun.

The ancestors groped and struggled in the dark, looking for all the light. Crazy people burned houses and forests, destroying civilization in the flames...

In the end, the fire that swept the world will subside, leaving only ruins that have cooled down and become colder than before...

There is nothing left to burn, all light from the heat is extinguished...

The survivors fell into complete despair, and finally could only kneel down, pray, and beg to the land where the sun rises.

At this time, some scholars tore up the precious books they tried their best to protect, made them into paper boats, lit them with the fat of the dead, and let them go straight to the sea along the river, pretending to be young men who recite poems, and coax the sun back...

Finally, the sun rises.

Rebirth.