Gospel of Blood

Chapter 34: 34- Kneel down!

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"Devil of Castells! Die!"

The servant with a ferocious face held up a dagger that shone with cold light and stabbed Charlotte in the chest.

This scene happened so unexpectedly that everyone was stunned.

"Master, be careful!"

Quasimodo reacted quickly, his expression changed drastically, and he rushed forward desperately.

However, he was too far away from Charlotte.

The servant's eyes were red, veins popped out on his forehead, and his eyes were full of hatred.

He stepped forward and rushed in front of Charlotte in an instant.

He could clearly see the undetectable pores under the girl's delicate skin, and the tiny down hair on the girl's beautiful pink and white face.

He could smell the faint, lavender-like fragrance emanating from the girl, and felt the warm breath that was right in front of him as she breathed in and out.

He almost saw his dagger piercing the girl's chest.

He seemed to see blood splattering everywhere and the girl falling in fear and despair.

He smiled.

Smiled wantonly.

In that ferocious smile was the pleasure of revenge and the madness of losing his mind.

But the next second, his smile froze.

The dagger in his hand was less than three centimeters away from Charlotte's chest.

However, these three centimeters have become a natural chasm.

A long and slender arm was gently raised, stopping the dagger in his hand.

The arm was so delicate, so small, and looked so fragile that it seemed like it would be broken if someone wasn't careful.

But such a slender arm and such a smooth and delicate palm kept the dagger in place forever.

Those were Charlotte's hands.

She even held out two fingers.

The servant's eyes widened instantly.

It was obviously just two fingers holding the murder weapon, but he felt as if he had inserted himself into an indestructible rock that could no longer be shaken.

It can't be inserted in or pulled out.

He looked away from the girl's gently rising and falling chest, and slowly raised his gaze. What he saw was a calm and beautiful face, and a pair of extremely deep blue eyes.

No panic, no fear, no surprise.

Some have only calmness and maturity that are incompatible with that childish and cute appearance.

"My dear Quasimodo, your search does not seem to be satisfactory."

Charlotte chuckled, and the smile that was as bright and charming as a flower blooming at that moment seemed to have never paid attention to the assassinating servant.

She waved her hand lightly, and the servant felt an overwhelming force coming from her palm.

The dagger he was holding tightly tore out of the tiger's mouth and flew out like a sharp arrow from the string. It pierced the wooden door of the distant hall, shook a few times and was nailed to it.

The servant was knocked to the ground by the aftermath of the huge force, and stumbled directly. There was only a frightened voice left in his mind that kept yelling:

Extraordinary one!

She is extraordinary!

She is a noble who has awakened the power of blood!

His expression changed suddenly, from shock to fear to anger... and finally turned into desperate madness.

He raised his head, stared at the standing girl with fierce eyes, let out a hoarse roar, and tried to charge towards her again.

Seeing the servant rushing up, Charlotte's beautiful blue eyes had a hint of brilliance, and the majestic technique that switched to a threatening posture was instantly released.

Her eyes turned cold and indifferent in an instant, and she blurted out a clear, ethereal, yet majestic shout:

"Give me...kneel down!"

With a bang, the servant who tried to attack again felt like a thunder that shook the earth in his soul. The figure of the girl in front of him seemed to rise infinitely in an instant, as if he had transformed into a high king and an immortal god.

The majestic scolding kept echoing in his mind, as if carrying some irresistible power, instantly defeating the courage he had finally mustered up and his heart as fragile as parchment...

Unprecedented fear and awe instantly filled the brain, and the servant's face instantly turned pale, as if he had suffered a huge mental shock.

He staggered, and his legs lost strength almost uncontrollably. He knelt down with a thud, and then lost all strength. He never had the courage to stand up again...

"Plop..."

"Plop..."

Not far away, Quasimodo, who was still a mortal, and other newcomers who had not had time to react also had their legs trembling, and almost subconsciously fell to their knees...

Even the black cat Ness on the steps felt weak and unconsciously knelt down under the scolding that seemed to have gone beyond the conventional majesty.

Oh no!

Master Cat, why should I kneel? !

It quickly reacted and quickly got up. However, after seeing a large number of servants kneeling in the hall and the only girl standing, it felt an indescribable pressure for no reason, and it kept holding it tightly. The tail lay back...

Charlotte's eyes slowly swept across the audience, and she frowned slightly:

"Why are you kneeling here?"

"Everyone get up!"

The dozen newcomers hesitated for a moment and all looked at Quasimodo.

Quasimodo looked directly at the girl who, although still young in appearance, seemed to have the majesty and momentum of a real noble family head, with extremely burning eyes.

His expression was sometimes happy, sometimes sad, sometimes pleased, sometimes guilty...

But soon, the old servant regained his composure and stood up tremblingly.

The remaining servants followed suit, stood up one after another, and subconsciously moved away from the assassin.

"Why are you still standing there? Take down the assassin quickly! If the great master is injured! Can you afford it?!"

A hoarse and whirring voice came over, and the black cat Ness jumped up and down, pointing at the assassin who was still shivering under the majestic technique, and said excitedly.

There is quite a feeling of being fake and powerful in it.

A talking cat? !

Some newcomers who had never been exposed to extraordinary creatures were obviously frightened.

Of course, no one listened to a cat's orders, but subconsciously looked at Charlotte and Quasimodo.

This made Nice, who was in an excited state, gradually feel a little inexplicable embarrassment, and almost started looking for a corner to pick out a map.

Charlotte glanced at it, suppressed the smile that almost rose, and then ordered Quasimodo:

"Put him in the dungeon."

Quasimodo lowered his head respectfully, and called for the remaining newcomers to rush forward and take the assassin down who had completely lost the power to resist.

Almost every household in a noble manor has a dungeon, and Castells Manor is no exception.

That is the darkest and most terrifying place in a family.

After all the busy work, it was already night.

Looking exhausted, Quasimodo came to the study and knelt down in front of Charlotte who was sitting behind the desk again:

"Master... Quasimodo is so incompetent that he did not discover the assassin hidden among the servants..."

"I will remove them all right now and select them again..."

Charlotte put down the parchment in her hand that recorded the Castel family's assets in Boulder City, gently rubbed her swollen temples, and then knocked on the table in front of her.

The black cat sitting on the table immediately understood and quickly picked up the kettle filled with milk. With his tail raised, he skillfully refilled the girl's empty goblet.

"Get up. You are not young anymore and your knees are not very good. Stop kneeling all the time."

She took a sip of milk and said gently, with an innocent smile on her beautiful face, which was completely different from the queen-like aura in the hall in the afternoon.

Listening to the care in the girl's words, the old servant's expression suddenly overflowed with infinite gratitude, and tears flashed in the corners of his eyes.

"As you command, Master."

He bowed respectfully, his voice choked with sobs, and then stood up tremblingly.

"There is no need to clear them all out. Just let Nice check them again later."

Charlotte took a sip of milk and added.

I have to say that the milk in this world is really delicious, extremely mellow, fragrant and delicious.

Charlotte didn't know whether it was because this body liked drinking milk, or whether she liked the taste after traveling through time. Anyway, she felt tired now if she didn't drink it for a day.

After hearing the girl's words, the black cat's ears perked up almost instantly.

It cleared its throat and raised its head proudly, looking confident.

Quasimodo glanced at the black cat and lowered his head respectfully:

"I obey your orders."

"Have you found out his origins?"

Charlotte asked again.

Quasimodo was silent for a moment and sighed:

"Checked it out."

"Who sent him here? Who was he bewitched by?"

Charlotte raised her voice.

This time, her expression was much more serious and serious.

She was really curious.

This was a kidnapping, a frame-up, and an assassination... Who did she offend? Whose interests are affected

Although nothing serious happens every time, it's really disgusting to have flies scurrying around you every three days, and you might accidentally get infected one day.

She wants to know who her enemy is, and she wants to know who the hidden malice behind it comes from!

Quasimodo hesitated and did not answer immediately.

Something is strange about Charlotte.

She looked at the old servant and quickly caught the flash of hesitation on his face.

"Go on, there's nothing you can't say."

Charlotte said.

Quasimodo sighed and replied:

"Return to the master, he...he did it voluntarily."

"voluntary?"

Charlotte was stunned.

She frowned:

"what happened?"

Looking at the girl's puzzled expression, Quasimodo sighed:

"Master, do you... still remember the disaster of the Balrog ten years ago?"

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