The painter felt that his entire body was turned upside down at this moment. The force used by Esther could definitely knock the dwarf unconscious with one punch.
The painter's limbs were forced on the ground, but his body could not help but tremble, and the severe pain even made him unable to perform other movements. Just supporting like this had already exhausted all his strength.
Feonardo, who was punched into the boulder by Esther before, had stopped moving, and he was probably unconscious now.
The painter's face was full of astonishment. What kind of monster is this guy in front of him?
"Have you never seen a vampire?" Esther walked towards the painter with a natural expression.
"Are you a vampire?!" the painter said in shock.
He didn't notice it because Esther never showed any blood-sucking characteristics, nor did he show any fangs in his mouth. Apart from his whiter skin and red eyes, he had no other characteristics.
Based on these two points alone, the painter could not recognize him. In the final analysis, he was just an underground person, and his understanding of the vampire race was not as good as the people on the ground.
"From your tone, it sounds like you know vampires." Esther twisted the painter up from the ground, "I didn't expect that there are also vampires in the underground world. I am very curious, which clan they are from."
However, the painter could not answer Esther's question because he himself did not understand the vampires.
"Let's not mention these for now."
The blood will bind the painter's body, leaving him with nowhere to escape.
"Let's talk."
"You won't kill me?" the painter asked.
I originally thought that I would die after being caught by Esther, but now it seems that this is not the case.
"Do you want to die?" Esther asked with a smile.
"I don't want to." The painter shook his head decisively.
"Then let's talk."
Esther placed the painter who was bound by blood in front of him, and then said: "I want a global map of the underground world. Can you draw it?"
At this time, the painter who is already at the mercy of others will naturally not continue to lie.
"The overall situation is impossible. The underground world is so vast that it is far from comparable to that on the surface. I can only draw a map of the underground continent." The artist said.
"A continent..." Esther thought for a while. For him, one continent was enough for now.
"Can."
The painter had a flattering smile on his face, which combined with his terrifying face was annoying.
"Then, can I continue to live?" the painter asked Esther.
Esther glanced at him expressionlessly, and then looked at Leon's painting with the same emotionless gaze.
"To remove the curse, I need lava."
However, the painter gave Esther a helpless look.
The painter said: "The curse has been cast, and the game between him and me cannot be interrupted from the beginning. The game can only end if one party wins."
"Do you want me to kill you?" Esther said in a calm tone.
"Haha, if you kill me, the game will indeed end. Leon will also be freed from the game and gain the ability to draw. But, don't you need the map of the underground world? You know, I drew it for King Garcia
The map is just the tip of the iceberg of the continent I know, my respected Lord Vampire."
bump!
The painter's body flew backwards again. He could no longer support his body and lay on the ground and spit out a mouthful of dark blue blood.
Esther put down his raised foot and said, "Think about how to talk to me before you open your mouth. It won't be so easy next time."
Esther looked at the painter whose mouth was dripping with blood, "What's the answer?"
The painter moved his neck with difficulty and nodded.
At this time, Esther no longer paid attention to him, but walked to the front of the painting, that is, in front of Leon. He straightened the painting from the ground.
"In this palace, death is a kind of relief for you." As he said this, Esther placed his palm on the painting.
He is lifting the curse.
The painter looked at this scene and couldn't help but curl up his ugly lips, because at this moment, he knew that he had won this game.
In the painting, Leon's soul is struggling crazily, he doesn't want to die.
But who can hear the roar of the soul?
...
King Garcia sat on the throne with a gloomy expression. The throne did not bring him a sense of security, but instead made him feel desolate and cold.
He was mourning, mourning for his beloved son.
"Is Leon really dead?"
King Garcia has asked this question no less than three times.
In front of him, Esther stood patiently, with Crow and Lilina on both sides behind him.
Esther explained patiently: "His Royal Highness Leon was already killed by the painter before he came to the palace. Please forgive King Garcia for his condolences."
"My son!" King Garcia cried out in pain.
Fernando kept comforting King Garcia, but to no avail.
He fell into a coma during the battle last night. When he woke up, Esther had already finished processing everything. He was holding a map of the lava rock and the underground world in his hand. It must have been decomposed from the painting.
At this moment, the lava rock has been forged into a scalpel.
Feonardo always felt that something was wrong in his heart. Other things that he didn't know about should have happened during his coma, and Esther never told him what happened to the painter in the end.
It's just that he didn't plan to raise these questions, because the final result was good. Although Leon died, it also meant that he would definitely inherit the throne. In this way, he had no agreement with Esther before.
Any questions.
Soon, the lava scalpel will be handed over to Crow, who will then use the scalpel to treat King Garcia's petrification.
According to the previous agreement, the lava scalpel would be given to Crow, and during the lifetime of King Garcia, all the magical equipment used by Esther and his party were provided free of charge by the dwarves.
...
"It might hurt a little." Crow said with the lava scalpel in his hand.
The blade of the scalpel seemed to be flowing with lava, and the wild blade was filled with rich fire.
"Be patient." Crow said.
Then, the knife in her hand fell.
"Ahhhh!!!" King Garcia's scream echoed endlessly.
"Thank you very much, Doctor Crow. If it weren't for you, my father might have..." Prince Feonardo thanked him sincerely.
Crow said: "No need to thank you, just take what you need. I will accept this knife."
"No problem, you deserve it." Feonardo naturally had no objection.
"Everyone, where do you plan to go after leaving the Imperial City?"
"Let's take a look, maybe we can go for a walk in Europe." Esther said.
"Well, everyone, I'll see you again when you have the chance."