"Etel, the true ancestor has released the blood plague, it's time to leave." The elder named Nastor patted the young man on the shoulder.
The blood plague will turn this city-state into a dead place where there will no longer be any chance of life.
Etel Cappadocia looked at the infant girl and picked her up in his arms with blood-stained hands. Beside him were two corpses.
"Are you going to take her away?" Nasteau asked.
"If you stay here, you will die." Eitel replied.
The Blood Plague will not show mercy. Seeing that you are a baby, they will let you live. The authority of the True Ancestor makes the blood become a curse that permeates the air, swallowing up all life.
"Don't do unnecessary things, the True Ancestor will not agree." Nasto said after being silent for a while.
He does not intend to bring this burden with him. He is a cunning man. He has experienced too much deception and betrayal in his life and has long since lost any extra mercy. But the new elder in front of him is different. He is still very young and has just gained control.
One's own blood lust.
There is still hope for this world.
"Alchemists spread a black death virus in Europe. Even nobles may be infected. Although it is not fatal, it is worse than death. She is just a baby. If you take her there, you are torturing her. It is better to let her stay.
Died with her city-state," said Nastor Cappadocia.
"It's better to be alive than to be dead." Eitel turned back to look at Nastor, his eyes full of persistence, as if no one could convince him.
"Isn't that why you always choose to live?" Eitel said to Nastor.
For a moment, Nasto was a little angry. He threw his arm and snorted coldly. Aital's words undoubtedly spoke of his pain, and he didn't want to care about this kid anymore!
Eitel held the baby in her arms, poked her chubby little face, and smiled bitterly.
"You are still young, so you can't die here before you see the world..."
"Don't cause any trouble to me."
On the way back, the baby's cry was noticed by the True Ancestor.
The True Ancestor took the baby away, and Eitel was sentenced to death for this.
Elder-level vampires are important strategic resources. Even if they are executed, they will not be thrown into a pool of blood, but pain is inevitable. At least, that night, Eitel's screams enveloped the silence of the entire night.
Nasto released Eitel from the torture chamber that was full of blood. His face was pale and he was in urgent need of blood food.
It can be said that I am extremely thirsty.
"If you suck the blood of that baby now, the True Ancestor might be lenient and exempt you from future punishment."
In Nasto's arms, he was holding the baby.
Eitel took a look, and the thread of reason in his eyes was trembling, but in the blink of an eye, he walked back to the execution room.
Seeing this, Nasto didn't say anything. The other party had already made his choice, so there was no need for him to do these unnecessary things.
The entire punishment process lasted three days.
When he came out, he was no different from a mummy.
The first words that came out were, "Where is the child?"
"Leave it to Lan." Nasto replied calmly.
"That's good, don't tell her about my affairs."
Eitel laughed lightly and fell asleep due to weakness.
When I woke up again, I was already in London, and there seemed to be a lot of people missing from the team. When I was about to get up, I found Nasto sitting aside.
The white-haired old man held a thick book in his hand and slowly turned the pages. There was no kindness on his face, only indifference and gloom.
"Counting the time, I think it's almost time for you to wake up."
"How long have I been sleeping?" Eitel asked.
"Not long, four years."
So, the child is already four years old...
"Where are we now?"
"England Island, we are currently in London. When we were crossing the sea, mermaids attacked our ship and many people were buried under the sea."
After taking a sip of the blood in the cup, Eitel's expression improved a lot. He said, "Has the virus released by those alchemists been resolved?"
Unexpectedly, Nasto shook his head and said: "We came here because we found clues. The virus is out of control."
"Ordinary vampires have a 50% mortality rate after being infected. Nobles will not die after being infected, but they will develop black spots that cannot be healed. Only elder-level vampires are immune to the virus."
"But the strange thing is that the ghoul troops are not affected by the virus and have become virus vectors. The werewolves are not immune to the virus and have begun to retreat to the plateau. We won the battle of Wolf Ridge."
"For now, it's not too bad," Nasto said.
Eitel was silent for a while, and Nasto had answered all the questions he wanted to ask, but now, he had one more question.
"That kid..."
"I know what you want to ask." Nasteau interrupted.
"Don't worry, she is with the True Ancestor. The True Ancestor plans to transform her when she becomes an adult."
At this point, Nasto's voice paused and asked Eitel: "Speaking of which, before you were transformed, you seemed to have asked the True Ancestor for one thing. What was it?"
"It seems impolite to ask this." Eitel obviously didn't want to say it out loud.
"I don't quite understand you young people." Nastor shook his head and said. He never cared about these empty etiquettes towards others. He would only show respect in front of the True Ancestor.
"Why are you asking this?"
"I just want to see why you are so interested in that girl. If it's not because of the guilt of killing her parents, then it's just the experience before becoming a vampire." The old man's eyes were filled with amusement.
looking at him.
Eitel, on the other hand, remained silent.
This expression also fell into the old man's eyes, and he chuckled softly, "Maybe it's both."
"Don't worry, I won't tell her about you."
"But have you ever thought about what kind of expression she will show when she learns about this when she grows up? Will she be filled with anger to avenge her parents, or will she be devastated and degenerate?" Nasto said expressionlessly.
"Since when did you start... caring about her so much?" Eitel raised his head and asked.
The expression on Nasto's face froze, and there were complicated expressions in his eyes.
The girl's laughter seemed to still echo in her ears.
"Yes, when did it start?" he asked himself, but there was no answer.
"But I am different from you." Nastor looked at Eitel and said, "Your concern is only out of your inner guilt, but I regard her as a disciple."
"I will teach her everything I have learned throughout my life, and this time, I believe that my choice will not be wrong." The old man's eyes glowed with a look that had been extinguished for decades.
Eitel looked at him in surprise. If I remember correctly, Lord True Ancestor once said.
Before Nastor became a vampire, he was a wizard. His apprentice betrayed him and he became a useless person. Only when he was dying did he meet his true ancestor.
That was a scar that would never heal in his lifetime.
But now, Eitel saw that the scars in Nastor's heart were slowly healing.