As a noble vampire - Emlyn insists on calling himself this - today is really a dark day! Ever since he unfortunately lost his way to the Harvest Church a few weeks ago, he has not had a smooth life.
First it was Bishop Utravsky, then the annoying detective, and finally this evil believer of the night.
Those who treat beautiful doll ladies harshly will go to hell!
Emlyn White hammered the stone door angrily and complained angrily to the 'culprit': "Detective Moriarty, I curse you to get lost like me. You'd better get lost to the bishop's residence of the Church of Storms!"
Yager on the other side calmly patted the dust on his body caused by the vibration of the door panel.
"Well, I thank you for the curse on Sherlock's behalf."
If Emlyn's words really come true, he will definitely rush to the Church of Storms to watch the excitement.
"Let's get straight to the point between us."
"I want to know the history related to the vampires, especially the part about the Fourth Age, and the characteristics of the moon you worship."
"What do you know about this?" Emlyn suddenly became alert, "I tell you, I will not betray the interests of our vampire family, especially the noble moon!"
"Oh? Not even for the dolls?"
"What a pity. I heard that they look very expensive and will have to live with the smelly garbage in the trash can in the future. After all, their owners are so upright."
The calm male voice with a teasing tone echoed through the stone door in the narrow basement, instantly breaking through Emlyn's non-existent psychological defense.
"That's enough! That's enough! I said—!"
"I don't know much, and there's nothing particularly confidential!"
"The most important change in the Fourth Age is that the 'Blood Moon Queen' Ornia, who led us out of the dark age, became the wife of the Night Emperor of the Trunsoest Empire, and then united the blood clan.
Rise up and become a significant supporter of that Kingdom.”
"At that time, even Augustus of Loen and Einhorn of Feysac must respectfully address our Queen as 'Her Majesty the Queen'!"
There was pride in his voice, but it quickly turned serious.
"Unfortunately, all this was shattered in the 'War of the Four Emperors'. The Queen and the Night Emperor fell, and the Seven Gods supported the four nobles of Augustus, Einhorn, Sauron, and Castile to carve up the empire.
And since we lack people in high positions, we can only retreat to the mountains."
"If you want to know the glory of the 'Blood Moon Queen', I can tell you everything!"
Emlyn raised some interests and shared them endlessly.
But the listening Yager's focus was not on this strange queen, but on the two familiar names Einhorn and Sauron.
Yes, I didn’t pay special attention to it before…
But as the other two of the three-in-one Medici evil spirits, their life experiences are also very noble. Perhaps this is the reason why they have been able to give out a lot of information about the vampires before.
If you want to know the details, just ask this hotpot evil spirit.
"What about the moon?"
"As for the moon, the ancestor once gave us a revelation, don't pray to the 'original moon'!" Emlyn continued.
"The vampires who did this in the past often had tragic endings." There was frustration in his voice. "As far as I know, the nouns that cannot be mentioned in rituals or prayers include: moon, apostle of the moon, moon god, red moon,
besides"
What he said later was not heard by the other person.
The pupils of the black-haired young man facing the stone gate involuntarily dilated, and the scarlet blood disappeared fleetingly in his dark eyes.
A picture suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, blurry, as if it was a memory from the long past.
Red moon...and...
The blurry tentacled figure under the red moon!
The picture flashed and then quickly disappeared from memory, like an expired file that suddenly appeared in an old computer. Although it could not be opened, it was enough to provide the owner with information.
That’s the target of the hunt!
Kill the moon!
Wait... No, but when he heard the Moon Apostle, he always felt that it resonated with him, as if...
he himself!
Yager gently covered his dizzy head in confusion, suppressed his clamoring desire to kill, and rubbed his temples.
"What happened to those who prayed wrongly?" His voice was slightly hoarse.
"Ah?" Emlyn was stunned for a moment, "What else... Most of them are dead and crazy. They have been like this since the Fourth Age."
"Is this also true for those who pray to the Apostle of the Moon and the Moon God?" the young man at the door continued to ask.
"They are all."
"Oh no, wait a minute," Emlyn tried to remember, not noticing that he was being more honest than he imagined, "If it was the Fourth Age...it seems that at the earliest, nothing happened to those who used the name of Apostle of the Moon to pray.
"
"So for a long time, many vampires have tried praying. Sometimes they will get strange responses, such as knives, extraordinary items, etc..."
"Of course, that must be the wrong person to pray to!"
"Suddenly one day, probably around the fifth era, people who prayed would lose control tragically, and it would also have a serious impact on other vampires around them. No one would do it anymore."
"According to His Excellency the Duke's guess, it should be because the man called the Apostle of the Moon, perhaps a servant who followed the original moon, has died."
"As for the Moon God, it should be the same as the original moon. Anyone who uses this name incorrectly will die."
Emlyn White concluded with satisfaction.
There was silence across from the stone gate.
Yager's dark eyes were staring at the steps in front of him, his thoughts racing in his head, his fingertips gently rubbing his palms, as if he was suppressing some impulse...
For a long time, he silently came up with a series of equations.
Original moon = moon god = hunting target!
The Apostle of the Moon = Himself = The person who wants to hunt the Moon God = Twenty-five boys.
This makes sense.
As for why the vampires who started calling for the Apostle of the Moon in the Fifth Age all died, that is also easy to explain.
He can reach out his tentacles now! How can he respond normally?
Coming to this conclusion, Yager nodded to himself very convinced.
He turned to look at Bishop Utravsky who was waiting quietly in the hall: "Can I open the door and let him identify an item for me?"
"Don't worry, I will ensure that he cannot escape."
A dissatisfied loud protest suddenly came from behind the stone gate: "Bah! Do you think you can control me? I am a noble vampire! I can beat two ordinary humans like you!"
Emlyn's brain circuit strangely did not protest against the behavior of asking him to appraise, but instead protested against the other party for underestimating him.
Yager pretended not to hear and continued to look at Bishop Utravsky.
In the Harvest Church, which had been cleaned spotlessly, the huge priest standing on the high platform nodded majestically.
"No problem. I'll make sure he doesn't hurt anyone."
The two of them tacitly ignored the opinions of a certain vampire.
Bishop Utravsky took out a stone key from his black robe with a harvest pattern and slowly walked towards the stone door of the basement.
(End of chapter)
This chapter has been completed!