Tome of Blood

Yurst left.

Only Charlotte and Albrecht were left on the viewing platform.

Although Jurst's choreography just now made Albrecht want to burst out the blood power to strangle him immediately, but after Jurst really left, Albrecht felt uncomfortable again.

help...

Now only he and the True Ancestor of Blood are left!

Standing with Charlotte, Albrecht felt that the air around him seemed to be suffocating.

Even when facing Abaddon, the Gorefiend, he had never felt such fear and oppression before!

Albrecht sighed, nervously, and looked at Charlotte with fear.

However, Charlotte didn't seem to care about him.

Her gaze remained on the distant night sky, as if admiring the bright starry sky.

Noticing that Charlotte didn't seem to be paying attention to himself, Albrecht took a slight breath.

He held his breath, first quietly moved to the side, and then carefully glanced at Charlotte.

After finding out that Charlotte didn't seem to notice his small movements, he became a little more courageous, and quietly moved to the side, and his speed also increased.

Crap, crap... Albrecht, like a crab walking sideways, jumped to the other side of the viewing platform.

Then, he raised his legs and climbed over the railing, ready to sneak away immediately while Charlotte was not paying attention.

Of course it was impossible for Charlotte not to notice him...

She took a funny look at Albrecht who was running away like a mouse with its tail between its legs, made a calm expression, and said softly:

"Do I allow you to go?"

Albrecht froze slightly.

He still maintained the movement of climbing over the railing, but his whole body was frozen in place like an unlucky egg petrified by Medusa.

He really wanted to just ignore Charlotte's words and fly away as a cloud of black mist, but his body didn't obey.

In the depths of the soul, the imprint of the Blood Servant Contract flickered slightly, restraining Albrecht's actions with an inviolable will.

Albrecht looked bitter.

He turned half of his body mechanically, and his eyes happened to meet Charlotte.

Under the starlight, at some point, Charlotte's blue eyes had turned golden red.

The brilliance in it circulates, mysterious and profound.

That half-smiling gaze coincided with the eyes hidden behind the crimson mist in front of the Throne of Blood in memory, as if carrying some kind of incredible power.

When he looked at Albrecht, he only felt that the blood power in his whole body seemed to be frozen in an instant, as if he had returned to the time before he gained the power of blood, that was still an inconspicuous little devil in the hell space when.

Albrecht doubled the pressure.

He squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying, and honestly put down his leg that was halfway across the hurdle, and then said with a dry smile:

"Eh... the great Earl, I... I just see that you are too absorbed in admiring the starry sky, and I don't want to disturb you rashly..."

Charlotte glanced at him:

"The answer is irrelevant, but I can avoid the contract stipulations. I want to listen to the truth."

"I'm so scared, I want to slip..."

The imprint of the blood servant's contract in the soul flickered slightly, and Albrecht blurted out.

After speaking, he quickly covered his mouth.

Charlotte looked strange.

Although she knew that Albrecht could not resist her by relying on the suppression of her blood and the constraints of the contract, she was a little surprised by the fear from the heart of the other party.

The blood race's fear of the true ancestor of blood seems to be stronger than she imagined.

Looking at Albrecht who looked like a frightened bird, Charlotte felt a little interested in teasing him.

She touched her delicate face and tilted her head:

"I, am I scary?"

"Worse than a demon?"

"Worse than the devil?"

"More cruel than the black dragon...?"

Albrecht: ...

Seeing Charlotte repeating all the complaints he just made one by one, he wished he could leave and go back to the time before and give himself a few big mouths.

"No...you are great, you are the co-lord of the blood race, you are the supreme king, and you are the existence that our blood race looks up to!"

"Your strength is incomparably powerful and awe-inspiring..."

Albrecht continued to answer irrelevant questions, flattering decisively.

Even though his legs were still shaking, he seemed to be able to stand firm only by holding on to the railing.

Charlotte glanced at him and said lightly:

"Tell me, why did you come to the Principality of Romania, and...how is the work I asked you to do?"

Albrecht breathed a sigh of relief seeing that Charlotte didn't continue to attack his previous offense and blasphemy.

He hesitated for a moment, then said embarrassingly:

"I heard that the Principality of Romans will hold an ancestor recognition ceremony, so I wanted to come here to have a look."

"Absolutely... definitely not just trying to hide from you! Uh... well, maybe... probably... maybe... only a little bit..."

It seemed that Albrecht was afraid that Charlotte would misunderstand, and quickly added.

Don't you just want to avoid me?

Charlotte thought about it.

Just like how she responded to the inquiry of the holy royal court after transmigrating, the blood servant can't tell lies to her face, but she can only tell half the truth.

The purpose of the action that Albrecht said in the chat with her before was definitely not false. He did come to the Principality of Romania with the intention of "fleeing for refuge", but it was true to have reservations.

Moreover, what he keeps may be his main purpose.

Now that Charlotte had revealed his identity to him, under questioning, Albrecht, who was already a contracted blood servant, of course couldn't continue to hide.

"Are you also interested in the recognition ceremony of Roman's sword?"

Charlotte asked with great interest.

Albrecht froze for a moment, then seemed to realize something, and said embarrassingly:

"It's...it's okay."

"Is it?"

Charlotte frowned.

She was not satisfied with this answer.

Obviously, even now, Albrecht is still a little unwilling to give up, and still has reservations.

Charlotte's gaze dimmed a little.

She put away her smile, looked at Albrecht calmly, and said:

"I want to hear the exact answer."

The blood servant contract in the soul flickered again, and the blood power trembled accordingly.

Facing Charlotte's unquestionable gaze, Albrecht's scalp suddenly went numb.

He didn't want to answer this question, but under the effect of the contract, he couldn't refuse, and finally had to honestly say:

"I'm here to find the Faceless Idol."

"You confiscated the Faceless Idol, and I have to find a new one as a replacement. The Roman Sword, which is sealed by the Principality of Roman, probably has one here, so... I just wanted to take advantage of the ceremony to try my luck."

After hearing Albrecht's words, Charlotte raised her eyebrows:

"Do you know that there is a faceless statue here?"

"Maybe...just a possibility..."

Albrecht said.

Charlotte glanced at him and said with a half-smile:

"You haven't mentioned this matter in rubbing memory."

Albrecht's expression tightened, with embarrassment on his face.

He gave a dry laugh, and explained with a guilty conscience:

"You... I did rubbing all the memories you needed about the Bloodborn back then."

"However, the news about the Principality of Romania at that time was just my speculation. I was worried that I was wrong, so... I didn't add it rashly..."

Charlotte gave him a deep look.

Albrecht immediately bowed his head obediently, looking at his nose, nose and heart.

It's just that he's too tall.

Nearly 1.9 meters tall, he honestly bowed his head and admitted his mistake in front of the short Charlotte, looking a little happy.

Obviously, Albrecht's little thoughts are much more than Charlotte imagined.

Maybe he was really not sure about the news about the faceless statue of the Roman Principality before, but even if it was speculation, it was related to the relics of the true ancestor, and he should report it truthfully.

But Charlotte also has nothing to blame the other side.

After all, she was a blood servant who was forcibly contracted. She was lucky enough to be able to contract a legend into a blood servant. It was inevitable to be careful.

That is to say, Albrecht couldn't figure out the details of Charlotte, and completely regarded her as the true ancestor of the revived blood.

Otherwise, he must have more small thoughts.

However, no matter how you say it, since the other party has been accepted as a blood servant, beating is still necessary.

Thinking of this, Charlotte looked at Albrecht.

The divine power of blood worked quietly, communicating with the imprint of the blood servant contract between her and the other party.

For a split second, Albrecht felt the contract imprint in his soul bloom brilliantly, and the crimson light swallowed everything in an instant.

The world around me suddenly disappeared.

Albrecht was horrified to find that he was in the majestic and solemn Dark Night Castle again.

"True Ancestor of Blood" sat high on the throne, looking down at him like an ant.

However, he didn't just stand below like last time, but was hung on a cross.

Under the cross is a burning flame, and around the cross is a floating sword.

The flames quickly engulfed Albrecht's body, and the suspended swords flew towards him, passing through his heart quickly...

The burning soul and the sharp pain of thousands of swords piercing through the heart caused Albrecht to let out a scream. He wanted to struggle, but he was tied to the cross, but he couldn't do anything.

He didn't know how long it had passed.

It may have passed a year, or it may have passed many years. The painful punishment and torture seemed to extend infinitely in the span of time, turning into eternity.

It wasn't until Albrecht could hardly bear it that everything disappeared quietly.

The world returns to reality.

There is no Dark Night Castle, no cross, and no punishment, and he still stands on the viewing platform.

However, the severe pain left in his soul reminded him that he was... indeed punished by the true ancestor just now.

The pain in his soul made Albrecht's face extremely pale. He swayed slightly and almost lost his footing.

On the opposite side of him, Charlotte, who punished Albrecht with the illusion magic controlled by the divine power of blood with the help of the blood servant contract, was also weak, and managed to maintain her figure barely, without losing her composure on the spot.

A legend is a legend after all.

More than a month has passed since Lutetia's legendary battle. Although Albrecht's injury is not completely recovered, he is no longer in a state of serious injury like before.

Charlotte, who has not liberated the true ancestor, is just a blood viscount at the peak of Silver Moon after all. It is somewhat difficult to suppress the opponent only by the divine power of blood and the blood servant contract.

The constraints of the contract are good. After all, the blood servant is one of the highest-level soul contracts. It has nothing to do with strength. It is difficult to violate.

But the most direct force suppression above this is another matter.

The punitive illusion alone almost exhausted Charlotte's mental power, and almost turned him into a human being!

The holy tome of blood shimmered, and the divine power of blood quietly transformed, and the crimson divine power flowed, turning into gurgling spiritual energy to replenish Charlotte's spiritual power.

Charlotte was relieved a lot.

She let out a sigh of relief, with a calm appearance, which did not make Albrecht aware of her strangeness.

"This is just a small punishment, it's not an example."

Charlotte said lightly.

After finishing speaking, she gave Albrecht another meaningful look:

"Remember, I hate concealment and betrayal."

Hearing Charlotte's emotionless words, Albrecht suddenly got goosebumps all over his body.

He trembled slightly, and when he raised his head again, his gaze was completely replaced by fear.

Is this... is this the power of the True Ancestor of Blood?

Just now...he really felt that his soul was about to be torn apart!

Just a look made him fall into the endless illusion of punishment. If he hadn't taken the initiative to release him in the end, I'm afraid he would sink forever and die in the torment of his soul!

Thinking back to the illusion just now, and the divine power of blood that surrounded him that made him tremble, Albrecht could no longer have the heart and consciousness to fight.

He bowed his head tremblingly, and replied in a trembling voice:

"Albrecht understands, Albrecht... thank you for your forgiveness."

Charlotte also heaved a sigh of relief seeing the legendary blood descendant who had completely behaved well.

She didn't show it on her face, and said in a calm voice:

"Tell me, how do you plan to win the Faceless Idol when you come to Roman?"

Charlotte is curious.

Knowing from Eudocia that the sealed space of Roman's sword is likely to be related to the Temple of the Ancients, she is also thinking about how to act more conveniently.

Now that Albrecht came to her door, it might just be able to give her some reference.

After hearing what Charlotte said, Albrecht hesitated a little, and said:

"My original plan was to sabotage the ancestral recognition ceremony and take away the irresistible Roman's sword at the critical moment of the ceremony..."

"Then, use Roman's sword to capture the Faceless Idol."

Good guy.

This guy also intends to disrupt the ceremony?

However, this was much rougher than her plan with the Ness clan.

It's no wonder that all countries in Miria hate the Gorefiend Cult. This... is a plan to sabotage every day. If you don't hate it, you will have ghosts.

only……

Original plan?

"Original plan?"

Charlotte raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, the original plan."

Albrecht nodded.

"After coming to Roman, I found a lot of breaths of Ness blood, and there are even acquaintances in it."

"The Ness clan seems to be making some big moves."

"I wanted to go to the bottom tonight and adjust my action plan, but unexpectedly... I bumped into you."

After finishing speaking, Albrecht glanced at Charlotte, hesitated for a moment, and asked cautiously:

"My lord, you seem to be very familiar with Yurst of the Ness clan..."

"Have you...have already subdued the Ness clan?"

This is the update from last night, today's update will still be late, maybe even tomorrow, if there is no update at eleven o'clock in the evening, it will probably be gone. You can wait until noon tomorrow to watch.