The warden who guards the witches

The sudden noise made Aiden stop talking subconsciously. He looked at Kyle in surprise. He couldn't see his expression from this angle.

At first, he thought that he just broke the cup by mistake, but when Kyle slowly turned around, he found that he seemed to be holding two broken handles of the cup in his hand - it seemed that he had "accidentally" broken them.

"Oh, fortunately, the coffee hasn't been poured into the cup yet." Kyle had a frozen smile on his face and threw the fragments in his hand into the trash can. "You just said... someone broke into the prison?"

"It seems that you still care about your sister." Aiden glanced at the fragments on the ground that Kyle ignored with an expressionless face.

"Please continue to talk about business." Kyle's smile was a bit more courageous.

"Okay." Aiden roughly explained what happened yesterday to Kyle, but omitted the fact that the countess was almost silenced.

Abigail once said that the ancestor of the blood clan almost became the ruler of the power of death. He was not sure whether Kyle, who claimed to be the ancestor, knew the information of the divine words. The process of rescuing the countess involved the divine words he mastered, and this matter could not be easily revealed to others.

"They actually targeted that silly girl. Now we should be thankful that she committed a crime and was locked up, otherwise..." Kyle seemed to calm down after listening. He looked into Aiden's eyes again, then lowered his head slightly, "Thanks to the warden for resolving the incident in time, let me thank you."

"It's my duty." Aiden replied calmly, "After the incident, I notified the Inquisition and asked them to strengthen the patrol around the prison. This time, thanks to the other party who happened to hold the most powerful prison guard on our side hostage, otherwise things would be troublesome."

According to the account of the countess who appeared there yesterday, her target was actually Aiden at the beginning, but Aiden was alert at the time, but Veronica, who was following him, reacted faster and stepped forward.

"On this point, I can empathize with the people who held your subordinates hostage." Kyle also recalled the experience of being almost twisted off his hand by a female prison guard.

"I guess the other party should have confirmed that you came to this city, and the purpose of the prison break... is probably to blackmail you." Aiden said slowly.

"I think so too." Kyle agreed calmly, "Unlike those sneaky guys, I appeared in this city with a dignified identity. After staying for a few more days, the news that 'there is a vampire here' spread. And since I just arrived in this city, I have been asking around everywhere, it's hard not to notice me."

Aiden thought to himself that you are still here swaggering to recruit models to take pictures to make money, probably there is a hidden meaning.

But he didn't complain, but continued to talk about business: "In fact, I came here to ask about this matter."

"What do you mean?" Kyle didn't understand.

"I got some information from the captured countess. First, the supervisor who forced her to break out of the prison could turn his body into mist, and his bloodline was at least above the duke level."

"That's for sure, after all, he can make the vampires at the earl level obey him."

"Then, she said that person has a special ability, and can kill people immediately just by physical contact - not only for ordinary people, but also for vampires." Aiden looked into Kyle's eyes and said.

Then, he found that Kyle's eyes became obviously sharper.

"It's true." Kyle said seriously, "That person has received the gift of the 'God of Death', just like those cultists."

Aiden realized that Kyle had some idea of ​​the power possessed by the "God of Death" agent, but he was still not sure whether Kyle knew the words of God.

"To be honest, I'm a little confused." Aiden simply threw out the key point, "This person would think of threatening you with Ophelia, most likely he has already found out about you. He has a high bloodline and such special abilities. Logically speaking... shouldn't he come directly to your door to kill you?"

"This..." Kyle hesitated.

Kyle appeared near the Rose Iron Prison when the agent visited the vampire viscount lurking in the upper city, and had contact with Veronica and Abigail. The possibility that Kyle is the agent is very low.

So far, the information provided by Kyle can be verified, so Aiden believes that what Kyle said to him is true.

But saying the truth does not mean that Kyle has no reservations.

"I always feel that the agent seems to be afraid of you, so he tried to use this method." Aiden asked while the iron was hot, "Could it be that you actually knew that the enemy had special abilities given by the 'God of Death'? Are you hiding something from me?"

After a few seconds of silence, Kyle sighed: "Okay, okay, it seems that this matter can't be hidden from you. Just in time, you also helped me stop that bastard's attempt to break into the prison, so I'll tell you."

He straightened his face and lowered his voice and said: "In fact, I have the 'gift' given to me by the ancestor. If that person is the agent of the god of death, then I am the agent of the ancestor. The killing ability that guy activates by contact may not work on me."

"Gift? What gift?" Aiden slightly widened his eyes, "Did you suck the blood of the ancestor?"

It sounds like Kyle is immune to the "death-taking" power of the agent.

"No, it's a gift of a higher standard than that." Kyle raised a finger and waved, "My body is fused with a fragment of the ancestor's heart. The ancestor shared part of his 'immortal body' with I."

Fusing the fragments of the heart...

As soon as Aiden heard this, he realized that this was almost exactly the same as Abigail fusing her fingers with his body, much closer than the substitute letting the vampire countess drink her own blood.

According to common sense, the first ancestor should at least be a saint with the authority of "death" in terms of divine words.

From what Kyle meant, it seemed that the ancestor had passed on the power of "immortality" to him.

"You mean, like the ancestors, you can't die even if you are burned to ashes?" Aiden pointed at Kyle and asked.

"It's not that exaggerated, but it's not far off." Kyle shrugged, "Other vampires will die if their heart is completely destroyed, but I don't have any vital points. Of course, I just can't die. If you don’t get blood replenishment after suffering a serious injury, the injury will not heal.”

"It feels like your ancestor was really kind to you. Are you his biological son?" Aiden asked.

"No, I am his dog, the most loyal hound." Kyle raised his lips and smiled somewhat self-deprecatingly, "He trusts me quite a bit, because I will never betray him."