After leaving the Earl's Mansion, Castel's guards did not trouble Earl Yurst again.
It wasn't until the Blood Earl returned to the messy tavern that he breathed a sigh of relief and felt much more relaxed.
For some reason, although he did not see any force that could threaten him in the Earl's Mansion, Yurst felt an inexplicable anxiety and pressure after meeting Earl of Castells.
Even he himself couldn't tell where the pressure came from, but he had a feeling that it was probably related to the mysterious gods behind Castel.
Perhaps... just when he was talking to Count Castells, that mysterious god was spying on him secretly!
Thinking of this, Earl Yurst couldn't sit still anymore.
The task assigned to him by the Duke has been completed for the time being.
He is undoubtedly involved in the game between legend and myth. Now he just wants to leave Beigang as soon as possible, report everything and return to his castle.
"Lord Earl, you are finally back! How is the negotiation going? Can we return to Falling Star?"
Seeing Yurst returning safe and sound, the tavern owner was extremely excited and asked nervously and expectantly.
Obviously, the leader of the underground stronghold of the Ness Bloodborn was probably frightened by the various arrests of Castel during this period. Now even the tavern has been smashed, and now he just wants to take advantage of it.
This is an opportunity to run away and stay away from the place of right and wrong...
Count Jurst gave him a strange look.
While relaxing, the Earl of Blood also had some interest in joking.
I saw him heying and nodding:
"The negotiations went very smoothly."
After hearing his words, the tavern owner's eyes lit up.
But Yurst took out a pack of Quintana from his arms and stuffed it directly into the boss's hand:
"Repair the tavern well. Next, your task will be even more difficult."
"Ah? Repair the tavern? Don't you want to go back?"
Looking at Quintana in his hand, the tavern owner was a little confused.
Earl Yurst grinned and said:
"Yes, we are going back, but you still have to stay here."
"We are about to cooperate with Castel, and we need a window for dialogue. I am busy with work and cannot frequently travel between Falling Star and Crescent Moon. And your Excellency... you need to act as our representative in Nice to liaise with the Earl's Palace.
"
After that, Earl Yurst took out another communication crystal from his arms and placed it on the bar of the tavern:
"This is the communication crystal that can contact me. I will leave it to you for safekeeping now."
"But you have to take it. There are not many such precious magic devices even in the clan."
The tavern owner was stunned for a moment, but under Yurst's oppressive gaze, he finally put away the crystal.
"Work hard, and if you make a great contribution, I will give you the blood of your origin as a reward."
Earl Jurst said again.
The tavern owner's eyes lit up and he said excitedly:
"Thank you, Lord Count! I will do a good job! I will do a good job!"
It is difficult for vampires to increase their strength.
The original blood given by high-ranking vampires is the best hope for low-level vampires to increase their strength.
After appeasing his clan's stronghold in North Port, Earl Yurst hurriedly left by boat.
He wanted to report the contents of the negotiations with Count Castells to the Duke as soon as possible.
"What the Duke said is indeed true. The gods behind Castel may have had some problems in the process of restoring their strength. Otherwise... the young countess would not be so interested in the method of restoring her divine power!"
"No wonder his Holy Emblem has appeared on the mainland for hundreds of years but has never gained a name. I'm afraid it has been dormant due to limitations in strength. It was only in recent years that it gradually accumulated some power..."
"From this perspective, this mysterious god is really a suitable partner for Ness. After all... although he is a god, he does not seem to be a huge threat!"
On the Carrick sailing ship that was setting sail, Earl Jurst was writing furiously on the parchment while muttering to himself.
In the cabin, candlelight flickers, light cyan incense smoke lingers, exuding a refreshing fragrance.
It has to be said that the fleet of his own clan really enjoys it. Even the incense in the cabin is high-end. It can improve the energy and concentration. Yurst almost wants to ask where to buy it.
However, recalling the information about the Blood Demon Order mentioned by Count Castell, his interest quickly dissipated, and his brows gradually furrowed again:
"The Blood Demon Order...could it be that Elder Maxim has not given up on the cooperation plan with them?"
"They appeared in the Northland...could it be Elder Maxim's work?"
"No, this matter must be reported to the Duke as soon as possible!"
Yurst thought for a moment, picked up a quill pen and speeded up writing the report on the parchment. At this moment, the wooden door of the cabin was lightly knocked:
"Lord Earl, it's time for afternoon tea. Today's tea is Blood God Flower Red Wine from Luna Island and Crescent Moon Almond Cake."
Hearing the sound outside the cabin door, Yurst stopped subconsciously.
Work is certainly important, but for the elegant and enjoyable vampires, life is equally important.
The Ness vampires can be driven to country castles by mortal nobles, but they can never miss out on their daily afternoon tea!
Unless you go to sleep in a coffin.
"come in."
Earl Yurst said calmly.
The wooden door of the cabin was gently opened, and a young vampire walked in carrying a tray.
Yurst took a casual look and found that he was a blood descendant escorting the delegation to the Northland.
He couldn't remember exactly how many generations it was. It seemed to be the ninth generation, or maybe the tenth generation. His strength was close to the second level of Silver Moon, and he could be considered the backbone of the escort team this time.
"Your Majesty, please have some tea."
The vampire stammered, seeming a little nervous.
Seeing the other party's appearance, Yurst burst into laughter.
The vampire hierarchy is very strict, and too many low-level vampires looked like this when they saw him.
As an enlightened member of the clan, he doesn't take the gap in status as seriously as those stubborn blood descendants, but he is quite helpless about it and has become accustomed to it.
Yurst covered the parchment roll, nodded slightly, and elegantly picked up the wine glass.
However, just when he was about to put the red wine into his mouth, he suddenly felt something in his heart and stopped.
The peripheral vision of his eyes fell to the side, and the blood descendant who brought the refreshments had not left.
Not only that, the other party was staring closely at the red wine in his hand, but his hands under his sleeves were trembling slightly.
The drum-like heartbeat felt like stars in the dark night to Yurst's perception...
Yurst frowned slightly.
He sniffed the red wine in his hand calmly and carefully, his expression changed slightly and suddenly became gloomy.
He snorted softly, threw the wine glass to the ground, and then pointed his finger lightly, and the vampire in front of him was suddenly pulled over by an inexplicable force.
In the cabin, candlelight flickered and strong winds blew. The vampire's face was pale and frightened. He was "lifted" into the air by Count Jurst and could not move at all.
Yurst looked at him calmly, with mockery in his scarlet eyes:
"My child, didn't the person behind you tell you that your intense heartbeat cannot hide from the perception of high-level vampires?"
"Tell me, who ordered you to do this?!"
Yurst's voice was loud and thunderous.
In front of him, the pale-faced vampire was trembling and looking frightened.
At this moment, a commotion came from outside the cabin, mixed with exclamations, curses and screams.
The faint smell of blood gradually spread and penetrated into Earl Yurst's nasal cavity.
Earl Yurst's expression changed slightly.
He threw the "lifted" vampire aside, then put away the parchment, stood up and left the cabin.
On the deck, there was chaos.
When Yurst came here, what he saw was a melee.
The blood descendants who were following him as envoys were being surrounded. The ones attacking were the accompanying vampires escorting the trip. The commander turned out to be the captain of the entire ship, a Blood Viscount named Zachary.
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At this moment, the captain, who was also a blood descendant of the Ness clan, was raising his silver sword and stabbing the chest of a blood descendant who was following Yurst.
Seeing this scene, Yurst was immediately furious.
He shouted angrily, summoned a shadow tentacle to knock the opponent to the ground, and then turned into a black mist and flashed in front of the surrounded vampires, looking coldly at the escorting vampires besieging them:
"Zachary! Are you crazy?"
"Ahem..."
The vampire captain Zachary got up, looked at Yurst with a complex look, then lowered his head and said:
"I'm sorry... Lord Earl, my lord does not want to see Castel's negotiation succeed, so... I can only ask you to be aggrieved."
Yurst was furious:
"Are you aggrieved? Does grievance mean raising a sword to your compatriots?!"
After saying that, Yurst's body bloomed with red light, and the pressure rose.
However, at this moment, he suddenly felt a pain in his chest, his face turned pale, and he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of black blood.
His breath suddenly became unstable and he fell directly.
poisoned?
when?
Yurst was suddenly stunned.
Looking at his shocked expression, the vampire captain Zachary said in a deep voice:
"Lord Earl, you'd better not try to use your power again."
"After inhaling the fragrance of the Flower of Fantasy Death, the more you use your extraordinary power, the weaker you become..."
After hearing the captain's words, Earl Yurst's expression changed slightly:
"Aroma? Incense...! Did you tamper with the incense?!"
The Blood Captain was noncommittal:
"I'm sorry, Mr. Yurst, you are a count after all. In order to deal with a being like you, I can only use this disgraceful method."
Count Jurst looked grim.
He snorted coldly and said:
"Zachary, I don't know which old bastard is behind you, but... if you think you can deal with a Blood Earl by poisoning, then you underestimate the Earl's power!"
"I will tie you all up, I will tie you up to the Council of Elders, and I will make you and the guys behind you accept the punishment of the clan!"
After saying that, Yurst roared angrily and directly forcibly activated his power to display his mental force field.
However, at this moment, a loud dragon roar suddenly came from the sky.
The dragon's power, which had the same origin as the mental force field, tilted down and hit Yurst's body. His forcibly exerted mental force field was immediately frustrated and cracks appeared.
The mental force field is connected to the soul. If the force field is damaged, the soul will also be damaged.
Earl Yurst's face turned pale, and he spurted out another mouthful of black blood almost instantly.
He staggered and almost fell, but was helped by the vampire behind him in time before he could barely stand still.
A huge black shadow enveloped the ship, and a majestic black dragon slowly descended.
Looking at the figure on the dragon's back, covered in black robes and wearing a devil's eye mask, Yurst's expression changed slightly: