Tome of Blood

Chapter 1 -1- The Last Supper

"The master who wanders in the abyss and the world..."

"The embodiment of corruption and decay..."

"Savior of the descendants of blood..."

"..."

"Your humble servant, hereby pray for a gift..."

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...

Charlotte woke up again from her sleep.

What catches the eye is the familiar purple-black bed top, carved with exquisite patterns of thorns and roses, with black gauze curtains inlaid with gold trim hanging around, and four pointed bedposts painted with religious reliefs looming among them.

Even though it has been three days since he traveled through another world, he still feels a little uncomfortable looking at this gothic noble bedroom.

Of course, one of the reasons is the whispered prayers that sound like ancient gods whispering in a daze every night.

Charlotte always has an illusion that something seems to be calling him in the dark.

But every time he woke up, he couldn't remember what he heard.

Turning to look out the window, night has fallen.

Under the deep moonlight, hoarse cat howling can be heard occasionally.

Charlotte was a little surprised.

Today's nap, he actually slept from noon to night!

"Tuk Tuk Tuk..."

The bedroom door was knocked lightly.

"Oh, it's coming again..."

Charlotte frowned slightly, feeling a headache instantly.

Before he could say anything, the door was slowly pushed open with a creak, and two rows of maids in black and white skirts came in neatly.

Their expressions were rigid and serious, and they held a set of gorgeous and cumbersome aristocratic girl dresses in different styles in their hands, and the wooden boxes full of ornaments and jewelry made people dazzled.

"Good evening, Miss Charlotte."

"It's time for dinner, Mrs. Castel, please change your clothes and go to dinner."

The head maid took a step forward and saluted dully, her movements were extremely standard.

Oh yes.

It should be "she" now.

Charlotte numbly glanced at the women's clothing they brought over, and instantly changed into the stupid and cute face in the incomplete memory of the original body, with a natural and cute look of an ignorant girl who just woke up:

"Late... good evening! Lady Mariana!"

Then, she naturally skipped over those overly sweet and cute girly dresses, and pointed to a Gothic Lolita that was mainly black inlaid with gold, supplemented by wine red and white, tilted her head slightly, and said sweetly:

"Let it be!"

The voice is soft and waxy, delicate and pleasant.

That innocent and lovely appearance is completely different from the calm and helpless look when he was alone just now.

Men are overwhelmed with protective desires, and women are overwhelmed by maternal love.

Even the fat black cat passing by outside the window was in a daze for a moment, and almost stepped on the air and fell down.

It can only be said that this girl is really good at pretending, and it is very good at pretending.

However, as professional servants of the ancient Castel family, the well-trained maids still looked serious and unwavering, which made Charlotte feel rather boring.

After being confirmed, these staid maids acted like a silent army.

That's what great nobles are good for.

You don't need to do anything at all, and someone will serve you in everything.

Someone washed Charlotte with a silver basin full of water, someone wiped her body with a silk gauze dipped in rose water, someone picked up a whalebone comb to comb her long hair...

And Charlotte herself, like a dress-up doll, is at their mercy.

no way.

Who made her not experience this in her previous life?

Not to mention such cumbersome aristocratic skirts, she has never touched women's clothing.

The changeover lasted nearly thirty minutes.

Charlotte, on the other hand, felt as if a century had passed.

"Miss Charlotte, it's ready."

After a long time, the head maid saluted again, and ordered someone to push over a gorgeous standing mercury mirror.

In the mirror is a girl who looks thirteen or fourteen years old.

She is not tall, but her facial features are as delicate as a doll.

The black and white butterfly headdress gathers the smooth and silky long golden hair, the ends of which are tied into curls, hanging naturally on the shoulders.

Milk-like white and smooth skin with a trace of sickly paleness, coupled with those blue eyes as clear as the sky, gave people a feeling of frailty and pitifulness.

There was a wine red bow ribbon in front of the white shirt decorated with ruffles, and the black corset contained the young waist extremely gracefully.

The tulle outer skirt with black gold inlay as the main tone is decorated with complex and gorgeous lace patterns, and matched with the inner wine red skirt, black silk stockings and small leather boots, it brings a strong sense of mystery and nobility. Under the green and immature beautiful face, it seems to have added a touch of ascetic maturity and temptation to her...

To be honest, even after looking at such a beautiful and lovely appearance for several days, Charlotte would still sink into it in the mirror.

But alas.

This person is herself.

However, although there was a problem with the identity during time travel, Charlotte was not dissatisfied.

Beauty itself is a rare attribute.

It is also a novel experience to change to a completely different life.

Following the maid to leave the bedroom, the girl entered the dining room along the gorgeous corridor covered with handmade silk carpets.

The restaurant is equally luxurious, the walls are covered with religious decorative paintings, and the shadowy large crystal candle lamps cast a faint light, reflecting dreamlike beauty from every angle.

On the U-shaped dining table with purple and black carvings, which is more than ten meters long, a variety of dishes are placed on exquisite porcelain.

Roast suckling pig, baked snails, fried shellfish with foie gras, steamed fish on baking paper, fried steak, stewed potatoes, fruit salad, flame crepes, chocolate lava...

Looking around, there are probably no fewer than fifty types.

An elderly woman wearing a monocle stands in front of the dining car, setting the table with a cream of mushroom soup.

Seeing Charlotte, she smiled slightly, put down the porcelain plate in her hand, and said dotingly:

"Oh, come and see, isn't this the jewel of Castile, my dear Countess, my darling Charlotte?"

As she said that, she took out a beautiful small box from behind as if by magic, which contained a beautiful cross necklace that was absolutely priceless at first glance.

Holding the jewelry box and shaking it in front of the girl, the old man said lovingly:

"Happy birthday, my baby! Here's your birthday present this year!"

Glancing at the shiny necklace, Charlotte twitched the corners of her mouth vaguely.

But soon she noticed the apron that the old woman hadn't taken off, and she felt warm in her heart, and said with a smile:

"Grandmother, are you in charge of the kitchen today?"

The old woman put down the jewelry box, first wiped her hands carefully with a wet towel, then pampered her little head, and said gently:

"Of course, today is your holiday. No one knows what you like to eat better than me."

"Come and eat, my little birthday boy, tonight's dishes are all your favorites on weekdays."

If the maids and deacons in the manor are always unsmiling, serious and depressing, making Charlotte feel that these servants have some serious illness after time travel...

Then the grandmother in this body is the most comfortable existence for her these two days.

Irene de Castel.

She is Charlotte's old grandmother, the current head of the Castel family, and the girl's only relative.

As the acting patriarch of a great aristocrat, the old lady still cooks for the young girl herself, which shows how much she loves her granddaughter.

It is not easy for an elderly grandma to prepare so many sumptuous delicacies, even with the assistance of a chef.

"Grandmother, you have worked hard."

Charlotte felt warm in her heart.

She skillfully pinched the corner of her skirt, saluted gracefully, and then sat down at the dining table naturally.

In three days, she was already very familiar with these aristocratic procedures.

The old woman glanced at the gorgeous hanging clock on the wall and the night outside the window:

"It's getting late, let's eat early."

After finishing speaking, she declined the maid who came forward to serve her, and tied the napkin for the girl herself, with slow and gentle movements.

To be honest, if it wasn't for the inconvenience of walking around the dining table, Charlotte seriously doubted that her grandmother, who spoiled her so much, would even take over the job of the waiter and share meals for herself...

Today's dinner is even more delicious than the previous two days.

The cooking is exquisite, the taste is delicious, and people will have endless aftertastes.

While dining gracefully under the service of the waiter, Charlotte is thinking about her future life.

The memory after time travel is incomplete.

But two or three days was enough for her to figure out her family background and current situation, and to gain a firm foothold smoothly.

I have to say that the identity of Charlotte's time travel is really surprising.

Although the genders are different, the other parts are perfect, definitely a textbook-level start for Feng Aotian.

This body is called Charlotte, and after transliteration, it is the same name as her in the previous life.

Both of his parents died since he was a child, and he is the only direct descendant of the ancient and wealthy Castel family.

A real veteran noble from another world, the future head of the family.

Although she is still young, there is an experienced old countess personally escorting her, and no one dares to covet the Castel family's property.

And when Charlotte becomes an adult at the age of 16, she will be able to officially inherit the family's title of earl and a large and wealthy territory, owning dozens of castles, manors and wineries.

In other words, the beginning of Charlotte's journey is financial freedom, the pinnacle of life.

The family property she has inherited in this life will never be spent in a lifetime!

After getting acquainted with her identity, Charlotte knew that she was going to take off in a different world.

In the past two days, she has begun to think about what to do after inheriting the title a year later.

Use your blue star knowledge to climb technology in a backward different world?

Use the capital of this identity to build a business empire that spans the entire continent?

Or hire a hundred beautiful girls to serve him every day, and live a happy dream life of salted fish?

However, just when Charlotte was dreaming, she discovered that her grandmother, the Countess of Castell, had never touched a knife and fork.

The elderly lady just sat there quietly and looked at her with a smile.

The girl hesitated for a moment, then gently put down the tableware.

In the bits and pieces of memory she inherited, it was unladylike to eat alone without waiting for the elder to start, and it was also something that the original body avoided as much as possible on weekdays.

"Grandmother, don't you want to eat?"

asked Charlotte.

The Countess of Castel shook her head lightly:

"No, my little Charlotte, these are yours."

As she spoke, she smiled slightly, stretched out her hand and stroked the girl's cheek gently and slowly:

"After all, this is your last supper."

The Last Supper?

Charlotte was slightly taken aback.

She couldn't help looking at the Countess of Castel, only to feel that her smile suddenly became deep and strange.

The clouds outside the window drifted slowly, revealing a crimson full moon.

The bloody moonlight poured into the dining room through the window, coating everything with a hazy crimson color.

In Charlotte's suddenly constricted pupils, the originally dignified and kind Countess of Castel suddenly underwent an astonishing change.

Her face became deathly pale, and her blue-gray eyes were gradually stained with crazy blood.

The kindness in the eyes has completely disappeared.

Instead, bloodthirsty and greed...

"My dear baby, you don't seem to be looking very well."

The old woman smiled slightly at Charlotte, grinning from the corner of her mouth to her ears, her long tongue like a snake letter kept moving, and gently slid across the girl's cheek.

Fuck!

monster!

Charlotte stood up instantly in shock.

The cutlery on the table was swept to the ground by her, colliding with each other, making a piercing sound.

"Miss Charlotte, you have lost your knife and fork."

The voice of the head maid sounded emotionless.

A rotten arm full of maggots picked up the knife and fork, and gently placed it in front of Charlotte.

What the hell!

Charlotte's eyes widened for a moment.

She turned around stiffly, only to see that the face of the head maid beside her had long since rotted, bones could be seen faintly under the bloody carrion, and several fat maggots were wriggling in the eye sockets.

Outside the window, flocks of crows circled and danced amidst a series of croaking sounds.

In the restaurant, nearly a hundred waiters and maids looked at Charlotte in unison, the corners of their rotten mouths slightly opened, showing a weird and neat smile.

The stench of decaying corpses spread instantly...

Charlotte's scalp tingled suddenly.

Without hesitation, she turned and fled.

However, as soon as she took a step, her body suddenly softened, and she lost all her strength in an instant...

Oops!

The food... added ingredients!

A strong sense of exhaustion permeated her limbs, she fell to the ground, and slowly fell limp.

At the end of her unconsciousness, what she heard was the indifferent and cold order of "Countess of Castel":

"It's almost time, let's prepare for the final bloodline sacrifice ceremony..."

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