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Masquerading as a Kindred sounds like a simple proposition, but it's complex to implement.

Not only the color of the pupils needs to be changed, but also the breath on the body needs to be disguised. This disguise is not as simple as just covering Cynthia's breath with the scent of Su Ye.

The breath of each clan in the blood clan is different. Although the clan breath of the seventh or eighth generation blood clan is relatively weak, this is the only way for them to confirm the identity of their companions.

If you don't do a good job of camouflage in this regard, it will be easy to be seen through by other blood races.

Chelsea squatted on the ground and took out a bunch of things from the space gem, including colorful leaves, bones of unknown animals, and some strange clods. She lowered her head and carefully classified them, and occasionally picked them up to sniff them. Take a whiff.

Cynthia stood aside and watched her play with these things with great interest, and became more curious about witchcraft, "What are the requirements for practicing witchcraft?"

"Can the Protoss practice?"

After seeing the cruelty of this continent, Cynthia can't wait to learn some skills that can save her life.

"No." Chelsea took out two cloth bags and carefully put the separated materials into them, "You are not from the witch family, and your blood does not have witch power."

"The witch family?"

"Witches have three families. I am from Morgan, and there are Garcia and Anderson in addition. We live in the Capri Plain. Because the blood contains witch power, we are also the target of the blood race."

Cynthia blinked, "Will the vampires increase their strength by sucking your blood?"

Chelsea shook her head, "No, they just think it tastes good."

After the gods left Staru Continent, the no-threat blood race became even more rampant, and all races were hunted and killed by them. In just 1000 years, this continent has completely become their hunting ground.

It’s not that there are no races that have fought back. The elves, the darling of the forest goddess, and the werewolves, the pet of the goddess of war, these two races still stayed in the Star Tu continent after the gods left. They are born with great strength, but it’s a pity, because On the issue of reproduction, the two clans together have far more people than a clan that is no more than a blood clan.

Only the number of human beings far exceeds that of blood races, but human beings are too weak, and their will is not strong enough to make a climate at all.

As for the witch clan... Chelsea paused while fiddling with the materials, and frowned slightly. For hundreds of years, they have been looking for a way to fight against the blood clan.

Putting the prepared materials into the cloth bag, Chelsea lowered his head and smelled it, and handed it to Cynthia when he saw that there was no problem, and said, "Okay, let's go."

After the most troublesome step is completed, the color of the pupils only needs a little witchcraft. Cynthia checked the ice mirror that Chelsea took out, and nodded when she saw that the color of the pupils had changed to red. She slightly Opening his mouth, pointing at his teeth, he asked curiously, "Don't blood races have fangs?"

Chelsea thought about it, and performed another little witchcraft on her and herself, making the fangs on both sides sharper.

Cynthia patted her shoulder tenderly, smiled and praised: "You are really reliable, Chelsea."

Chelsea took the initiative to apologize, "I'm sorry, I forgot." She paused, and said her concerns honestly, "I think I might show my feet."

She has never done this kind of thing.

Cynthia was arranging her cloak, when she heard Chelsea's words, she chuckled lightly, shook her head and said, "Then you should stop talking."

Although they haven't gone to the town of Ston yet, Cynthia has a feeling that they have failed.

No matter how bad the situation was, Cynthia still looked calm and calm, which gave Chelsea some confidence. She pressed down the hood of the cloak and said in a deep voice, "I will cooperate with you well."

Cynthia glanced at her and smiled noncommittally.

The way the Silver Knights distinguish blood races from humans is first of all to observe their attire and temperament. When humans meet them in tattered clothes, most of them dodge and look frightened, but blood races are different. They dress gorgeously and have a strong aura. Facing them Always dismissive and condescending.

Secondly, the blood race has the strength that they envy, they can easily break their long swords, and the momentum on their bodies often oppresses them so much that they can't breathe.

In their eyes, blood races and human beings can be easily distinguished, so the Silver Knight guarding the small town of Ston saw a tall, beautiful silver-haired blood race with a very mysterious blood race wrapped in a black cloak. When they entered the town, they didn't doubt their identities at all, and welcomed them in very respectfully.

"The status of this blood clan must be very high." A silver knight looked at Cynthia's back and said to his companion: "Her eyes are red."

And it's very beautiful.

"We have to inform Viscount Burt." The higher the status of the blood race, the more eccentric their personalities are. If they get angry because they were not well received, then all of them will suffer.

Of course, maybe they will suffer if the hospitality is good, because the character of the blood race is so weird.

Entering the town easily, Chelsea was a little surprised. She looked around and said to Cynthia in a low voice: "There are much more blood races here than I imagined."

If she rushed in to save people rashly, she might not be able to get out.

It seems that Cynthia's method is indeed much more reliable than hers.

Cynthia looked around unobtrusively. The roads in the town were wide, and there were small manors on both sides of the road. There were iron cages at the gates of the manors, in which were imprisoned human beings in thin clothes. Most of them were young women and men. For hungry vampires to pick.

There was the sound of rattling iron chains. Cynthia turned her head and found that a vampire who wanted to eat was opening the iron cage. She picked a girl at random and jumped into the manor on her shoulders.

This scene made Cynthia feel a little disgusted, she looked back with a slightly cold expression.

Although she already knew that the situation of human beings was terrible, after seeing it with her own eyes, Cynthia found that the reality was a hundred times worse than she imagined.

Because concealment might arouse suspicion, Cynthia wrapped herself tightly in Chelsea, but untied her cloak and put it away. The moon-white robe on her body was made of unknown material, gorgeous and expensive In the sun, there is still a faint white light.

She unbuttoned a few buttons up to the neckline, exposing her delicate collarbone, elegant yet somewhat casual, just standing there quietly attracted many scrutinizing eyes.

But no matter how much you looked at, no blood race came over. Chelsea's witchcraft not only frightened the Silver Knight but also these blood races. The red eyes representing noble status prevented them from approaching rashly.

But this will be revealed sooner or later. Cynthia doesn't think that no blood will find out that something is wrong with them. She raised her hand and touched her chin. Not wanting to waste time, she looked around and tried to find a silver knight.

Suddenly there was the sound of orderly footsteps behind her. Chelsea turned her head and looked at the Silver Knights running towards them. She thought they had exposed her heart, and slightly raised her hand hanging by her side.

Cynthia was also taken aback when she saw the Silver Knights, but she reacted quickly, stretched out her hand to hold Chelsea's wrist, and shook her head slightly at her.

The Silver Knight stopped in front of Cynthia and Chelsea, and said in a respectful tone, "You two blood lords, Viscount Burt specially prepared a banquet at Rose Manor to welcome you two."

banquet?Chelsea looked at Cynthia subconsciously.

Cynthia squeezed Chelsea's wrist, then let go, thought for a while and hooked her fingers at the Silver Knight.

The Silver Knight leaned over tremblingly, seeing Cynthia's palm resting on his shoulder, instead of feeling happy, he was terrified.

Chelsea received Cynthia's hint, and her lips moved silently. The Silver Knight's legs suddenly sank, and she fell to her knees involuntarily. From the perspective of outsiders, it seemed that she couldn't bear the momentum around Cynthia and knelt down.

"Which great lord is Viscount Burt, why haven't I heard of it?" The gentle tone of the silver-haired blood clan sounded like the whisper of death to the Silver Knight.

He was dripping with cold sweat, afraid that the silver-haired blood would break his neck if he was unhappy.

The vampires watching on both sides let out bursts of sneering, this scene made them feel excited, and of course they would be even more excited if they could see blood.

The Viscount was only a bit higher than the Silver Knights. After hearing that the Silver Knights had been frustrated, the Viscount Burt couldn't sit still. He even left the carriage and trotted over.

After seeing Viscount Burt, Cynthia realized that human beings are not without a good life. The one in front of her is living a good life, as can be seen from his body shape that is almost as wide as two people.

Viscount Burt was too fat, and he started sweating after running for a short distance, but he didn't dare to wipe it off at all, and leaned over with a flattering face, and apologized repeatedly, "Please forgive me, two noble blood lords. Hearing that the two of you are here, I was so busy picking delicious food that I forgot to invite you personally."

"My lords, don't be angry." Viscount Burt winked at the Silver Knight Commander behind him. The Silver Knight Commander drew out his long sword and seemed to stab the trembling knight kneeling on the ground with his sword.

Cynthia frowned, and then let go. She took out a square towel from the space gem, wiped her hands casually, and then threw it away. She glanced at Viscount Burt, her red lips slightly curled up, "I heard you're locked up here. With a lot of special food?"

Viscount Burt wiped his sweat with his hand, "Yes, yes, I will find any food your lord wants."

Cynthia motioned to Viscount Burt to lead the way, and said flatly, "Any food is fine, but humans are not needed anyway."

"I'm tired of human blood."

Viscount Burt nodded repeatedly, whispered a few words to the knight commander, and then led Cynthia and Chelsea with a smile on his face.

A plan full of loopholes that was conceived under extremely helpless circumstances, because of the detached identity of the blood race and the stupid Viscount in front of him, was successfully half completed.

Cynthia sat at one side of the long dining table, amused by this.

In the huge banquet hall, the dining table took up one-third of the space. A lot of thought was put into it to please the Viscount Burt. The bright red roses were paired with golden candle holders. The warm candlelight made this dinner pleasing to the eye.

Viscount Burt didn't dare to sit at the dining table with Cynthia and Chelsea. He waved to the darkness. Two maids came in with trays and carefully placed the glasses on the table.

The glass was filled with thick and bright red blood, and the strong smell of blood made Chelsea frowned.

Viscount Burt also picked up a glass of blood from the tray. He lowered his head and sniffed it. The strong smell of blood made him a little dizzy, but he still managed to squeeze out a smile, and said proudly with a look of enjoyment, "This blood comes from a beautiful girl who only eats fruits to satisfy her hunger. This is what I have researched. The two adults can taste it. The last time Lord Wilton came here, he was full of praise for this blood."

He lowered his head and took a sip as he spoke. Although he was a human being, he longed to become a blood race, so Viscount Burt had been imitating the blood race.

The blood was fishy and salty and not very tasty, but after he drank it, he enjoyed it with a full face, and looked at Cynthia and Chelsea expectantly.

Chelsea sat without moving, but Cynthia took a sip from the cup naturally, and commented without much interest, "It's average."

She put down the cup, propped her chin with one hand, and said in a flat tone with a trace of impatience, "Where is the person I want?"

Seeing that his flattery didn't work for them, Viscount Burt began to wipe his sweat again, "I caught a few witches a while ago, but they were taken to the neighboring town of Oka and locked up the day before yesterday."

Seeing that Cynthia frowned, he hurriedly said, "But please rest assured, my lords, I have already sent someone to bring her back."

"Tomorrow!" Viscount Burt was afraid that Cynthia would get angry, so he quickly promised, "I will deliver it to you tomorrow morning."

Cynthia turned her head and looked at Chelsea with questioning eyes. Chelsea thought about it and nodded.

Cynthia pushed the cup away, stood up and smiled, "My patience is only until tomorrow morning, Viscount Burt."

Viscount Burt nodded hurriedly, patted his chest and promised Cynthia that he would definitely send someone over tomorrow.

The blood race has always been weird, and as a human, Viscount Bert has always been afraid of the blood race, so he didn't dare to stop Cynthia and Chelsea when he saw that they were leaving, and hurriedly asked the maid to take them down to rest.

The vampires love to enjoy themselves, so the rooms arranged by Viscount Burt for Cynthia and Chelsea are all very luxurious. The soft big bed takes up one-third of the space, and there is a room inside that is drawn from nowhere. hot spring pool.

"Your blood is very similar." Chelsea stood beside Cynthia and said in a low voice.

If she hadn't known Cynthia's identity, she would have been deceived.

The salty smell of blood was still spreading in her mouth. Cynthia searched around the room but couldn't find anything like water. She sighed silently, "It's just deceiving human beings."

It has to be a stupid human like Viscount Burt.

"We'll have to leave tomorrow if people don't bring us here." Cynthia stared at the night and murmured, "The curiosity of the vampires outside won't last two days."

When they confronted the Silver Knight just now, some Blood Race wanted to come over.

Chelsea nodded and was about to speak when she suddenly noticed something and turned to look at the door.

There was a light knock on the door, and the maid rang out with an anxious voice, "You two blood lords, Viscount Burt has brought you food for supper."

Cynthia frowned and said in a low voice, "Send it in."

The maid opened the door, and a silver knight carried a brown-haired girl and put her on the ground, then turned and went out.

The brown-haired girl was only wearing a skirt, with her arms and thighs exposed. She sat on the ground, shivering.

Chelsea picked up the blanket on the bed and threw it to the girl, and said lightly: "Be quiet, you can sleep here tonight."

The blanket gave the girl a sense of security. She didn't seem to expect that a blood race would be so gentle. She raised her head and stared at Chelsea blankly, her eyes moist.

She raised her head and Cynthia realized that the girl was quite clean, and the tearful eyes made her even more pitiful. She shook her head slightly, walked over to stroke the girl's hair, and said softly, "Poor little lamb."

"what's your name?"

"I, my name is Jiya." Jiya dodged in fear of Cynthia's approach, but the palm on top of her head was very gentle, which quickly calmed her uneasiness. She asked timidly: "I, Can I really sleep here tonight?"

She didn't want to go back into that cold cage.

"Of course." Cynthia stretched out her hand to pull Jiya up, and was about to withdraw her hand after she stood still, when a voice suddenly flashed in her mind, making her pause.

Cynthia's gentleness made Jiya more courageous, she stared straight at Cynthia with wet eyes, and hesitated to speak.

Cynthia withdrew her hand calmly. Although the corners of her mouth were hooked, her smile was shallow. She changed from her previous gentleness and asked coldly: "Do you have something to say?"

Jiya plopped down on her knees, hugged Cynthia's leg, sobbed softly: "You, can you turn me into a blood race?"

"I can do anything, I will be obedient, and I will catch you more food."

"...I don't want to go back into that cage again."

The two blood races in front of her are the gentlest blood races Jiya has ever met, and she doesn't want to miss this opportunity.

Maybe... maybe this vampire will soften his heart, Jiya looked at Cynthia expectantly, with tears on her face, making her look like an innocent deer.

But the fawn could no longer arouse the sympathy of Cynthia and Chelsea.

Chelsea frowned when she heard the girl's words, and her eyes became indifferent. Humans are always like this. They have no thought of resisting the blood race. Instead, they always want to blend into the blood race and arrest their own race for them.

Don't you think about how easy it is for a blood race to be embraced by a foreign race?Moreover, the status of the seventh and eighth generations is low, and for those clans in the blood domain, these are not considered real blood clans.

"The price of becoming a blood race is to hunt and kill your own blood. Don't you care if you feed on their blood?" Cynthia pinched the girl's chin, forcing her to raise her head. Looking at her dull eyes, she shook her head and sighed, "Even if you become If you become a blood clan, you are also a weak lamb."

"Lambs, don't naively think that those monsters with bared fangs can treat you leniently. Only prey that can resist can deter the predator."

"Resistance may not change anything, but if you don't resist, you will always be a prey."

Cynthia looked at the girl with a dazed face, feeling bored in her heart, she let go of her hand, got up and stood up.

"Don't..." The girl hugged Cynthia's leg and begged, "Master Blood Race, please help me..."

A gray figure silently appeared behind the girl, and hit her hard on the back of the head. The girl felt a sharp pain, her vision went dark and she passed out.

Chelsea stretched out his hand to disperse the gray shadow, and said expressionlessly: "Be quiet."

Cynthia raised her hand and rubbed between her brows, jokingly replied, "You should have acted earlier."

Chelsea nodded seriously, "I will next time."

Cynthia smiled, then went to the window and opened it a little bit, the night breeze blowing in took away the dullness in the room, her hands were crossed in front of her body, the thumb of her left hand was gently rubbing the palm of her right hand, her drooping eyes fell into the mused.

She had just heard the girl's inner thoughts again, and the opportunity for this happened was that her hand touched the girl's palm.

The opportunity was the same as when she was accidentally caught by that woman in the cave.

But when she later experimented with Chelsea, she was unsuccessful.

Cynthia looked down at her palm, thinking, maybe this is the ability of the Protoss?