Tome of Blood

Chapter 4 -4- Am I a Blood Race?

"How is she, meow?"

"Already awake, Ms. Lottie is feeding her lunch."

"How does the wound meow?"

"We dealt with it briefly. You know, we dare not treat rashly in this situation. Only the captain can be sure."

"Kara? That guy can indeed meow, but unfortunately he is too obsessed with chasing blood demons, even to the point of being sick...meow."

"No way, the captain has always been like this... Um, Lord Nice, with all due respect, can you speak without meow?"

"Meow... sorry, I'm used to it, ahem, how is her mental state?"

"I'm still in a daze. After all, I just experienced such a horrible thing last night. Hey, she's only fourteen years old."

"It's fifteen years old, and yesterday was her birthday."

"Damn it! What a poor child, I heard that she is the only survivor in the entire Castel Manor..."

"It's hard to say. In the previous blood demon case, no sacrifice could survive."

"Didn't that stupid blood-born ghost draw the sacrificial circle upside down?"

"It's not that simple. This incident has alarmed the higher-ups. The high priest and the duke are quite furious, and the Tribunal is ready to intervene."

"Damn it! Those lunatics in the Tribunal just want to reach out to us!"

"..."

Clear and audible conversations came from outside the door, one was hoarse and comfortable, the other was young and respectful.

Although the door of the room was closed and the speaker deliberately lowered his voice, Charlotte, who was half lying on the hospital bed, could still hear clearly.

Since the sacrificial ceremony last night, her hearing seems to have undergone a qualitative change, and her sensitivity has long surpassed the scope of ordinary humans.

"So...you don't know what happened?"

A gentle voice like water sounded in front of him.

The speaker was a beautiful and dignified woman.

She was wearing a white robe, with long brown hair coiled on one side, holding a wooden bowl full of thick porridge in one hand, and turning a spoon in the other, her voice was slow and soft, and she seemed to exude a reassuring maternal radiance.

Priest Lottie.

This is the name Charlotte heard from those witcher knights.

At the same time, the other party was also the doctor who had been by her side since she was transferred from the basement of Castel Manor to the Church Hospital last night.

Facing Lottie's soft eyes full of concern, Charlotte raised her spirits.

As the ultimate beneficiary of the evil ritual, she certainly knew what happened last night.

But she definitely can't say these things.

"I... I don't know..."

"Grandmother suddenly became a monster... suddenly became a monster..."

"Woo woo woo..."

Charlotte lowered her head slightly, her delicate face was lonely and confused, her eye circles were faintly red, like a frightened kitten.

Seeing the pitiful appearance of the young girl, Lottie's heart almost melted.

She sighed, a hidden anger flashed in her eyes that were almost overflowing with love, and she said bitterly:

"These hateful blood-born ghosts!"

Bloodborn... ghost?

Charlotte's heart twitched slightly.

This was the second time she had heard the term.

She appropriately showed ignorance and bewilderment:

"Blood devil?"

Lottie calmed down and explained patiently:

"You can understand it as an extremely evil existence."

"They are afraid of the light and the sacred, long for blood, live by sucking blood, evil, crazy and cruel..."

"The monster who wanted to sacrifice blood to you last night is a blood-born ghost."

Thirst for blood?

Isn't this a vampire?

It was hard for Charlotte not to link the other party's description with certain Western legends from her previous life.

"Okay, stop thinking about it and have some porridge."

Looking at the silent girl, Lottie sighed softly.

She scooped up the thick porridge, blew it gently, and then slowly brought it to Charlotte:

"This is milk porridge, the sick meal of the church hospital. It consists of crushed oatmeal, boiled, and added with milk, eggs and broth to cook. It is very helpful for your recovery from injuries."

Lottie moved softly and spoke softly.

She seems to like to popularize all kinds of knowledge to the girl. Whenever the girl is at a loss about something, she will explain it patiently.

Looking at the milk porridge in Lottie's spoon, Charlotte obediently opened her mouth and swallowed it.

Now her hands and feet are wrapped into rice dumplings with bandages and gauze, and she has no psychological pressure at all about being fed.

However, compared to the delicious milk porridge, Charlotte felt that the fragrance of the beautiful priest elder sister in front of her was more attractive to her.

It's not a faint fragrance in the usual sense, it's more like the tempting aroma that a hungry person smells when they face delicious food.

Especially when the other party is only one step away from her.

That alluring aroma even made Charlotte have an instinctive impulse to pounce on the opponent, bite the skin and suck blood!

Outrageous!

Why do you want to suck blood!

Charlotte was puzzled.

Obviously, although she escaped unharmed last night, some unknown and mysterious changes occurred in her body.

And this feeling made it hard for her not to think of what the other party said just now.

thirst for blood...

Could it be that... I sacrificed the old witch through a ritual, devoured the opponent's power, and turned into a blood-born ghost? !

"Don't be afraid, this is inside the church of the Holy King's Court, the most sacred place in Boulder City, those blood-born ghosts dare not come in."

"Here...you are safe."

Seeing the girl's pale face and bewildered expression, Lottie showed pity, and gently stroked her little head.

Charlotte: ...

etc……

If everything is as she guessed, wouldn't the church hospital not only be unsafe for her, but also dangerous!

After realizing this, Charlotte instantly felt uncomfortable all over, and everything in the ward seemed to be out of place with her.

Fortunately, in the eyes of the witcher knights, she is just a poor, unlucky little girl now.

They didn't seem to notice the changes in the girl's body, and Charlotte also hoped that these witcher knights would never notice the changes in her body...

Charlotte shrank slightly, but accidentally touched the wound, and could not help but hiss.

Lottie's gaze became more pityful.

She gently and carefully squeezed the corner of the quilt for the girl, with an apologetic expression:

"It hurts, right?"

"I'm sorry...you have gone through the blood demon ritual, so I dare not rashly use holy healing on you."

"But don't worry, Captain Kara is the strongest demon hunter in the Boulder branch. She has reached the peak of the second level of Silver Moon at a young age. Her holy healing skills are quite superb..."

"When she returns, she will help you carefully examine your body, remove the dark erosion and treat the injury."

"Don't worry, you'll be able to recover and leave the hospital in a week at most, without any infection or scar left."

Charlotte: ...

She is depressed.

All the changes in her body made her feel that she could not stand up to scrutiny.

She also doesn't know what kind of chemical reaction the so-called "sacred healing technique" will have when facing the blood-born ghost...

In particular, the opponent is still the "strongest" Demon Hunter Knight!

Religion is often accompanied by fanaticism, not to mention that her current judgment is likely to be "evil".

And the fate of "evil"...

Charlotte dared not gamble.

She has to save herself.

To prevent physical examination.

Find a way to escape from here.

And...it can't be suspected yet.

It's hard to escape here.

The same goes for blocking physical examinations.

Then, the only thing she can do is to find a way to cover up the changes in her body.

To do this, she must first understand how the so-called "physical examination" is done.

"Physical... physical examination?"

Charlotte's beautiful blue eyes widened, and she tilted her head slightly, making a properly bewildered expression.

After getting along with her for a short time, she has already discovered that as long as she shows such an ignorant and cute expression, the lady priest will patiently begin to explain.

She needs this kind of explanation to get more information from the other party.

Sure enough, Lottie smiled and said:

"The so-called physical examination is actually a divine ritual."

"The one who checks your body is the power of God, there is no sequelae, and it will not invade your privacy."

"Of course, in order to learn more about this Gorefiend case, the church may ask you for some details about last night..."

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