When a group of people saw Andonara, they were all amazed.
The oldest middle-aged aristocratic man looked at it for a while, then walked up, bent down, and said in an exclamation tone: "It is indeed Her Royal Highness the Queen."
Andonara stared at the middle-aged noble man, thought for a while, and smiled: "Long time no see, Count Chesamon."
After all, the other party was a lord of a place. He would stay in the royal city for a few days from time to time and attend banquets held by officials and nobles. Naturally, Andonara had met this middle-aged nobleman.
Although the impression was not deep, after thinking for a while, I could still remember the other person's name.
Chesamon's eyes were fixed on Andonara's arm holding Roland's arm. After a while, he looked at Roland and asked with some doubts: "Your Highness, please forgive me for talking. This young man next to you has nothing to do with you." What’s the relationship?”
"My man!" Andonara said without hesitation.
Except for Roland and Jelia, everyone else around them exclaimed. This answer was indeed a bit too surprising for them.
Although the aristocracy is in chaos and everyone knows it, it is only in secret. As a queen like Andonara, she appears in public holding the hand of another man and looks complacent. It's... so enviable.
Chesamon frowned: "Your Royal Highness, you are not saying that I am nosy. If you really want this man to be good, please respect yourself. Will the royal family let you go?"
Andonara smiled and said: "Thank you for your concern, but Roland took me away from the king openly. The king didn't say much."
hiss!
They gasped almost at the same time. Everyone looked at Roland jealously, and then their gazes converged.
The fact that the queen can be snatched away from the king openly and without the king issuing a wanted order can explain a lot of problems in itself.
Either this young man has great power behind him, so powerful that even the royal family is afraid of him.
Or he is extremely capable.
What kind of recklessness... The royal family couldn't afford to offend someone, and neither could Chesamon.
Chesamon immediately put away his scrutinizing gaze, and then looked at Roland with a smile: "Your Excellency, welcome to our Chesamon home."
Roland nodded: "I was invited by Jelia, sorry for disturbing you."
Seeing that Roland was quite polite, Chesamon felt relieved.
He knew that his attitude just now was not good, and it would be bad if he made the other party angry. Although Chesamon was not afraid of anything, it would be unpleasant to provoke a strong enemy for no reason.
Jelia stepped forward at this time and said: "Count, I heard that something happened here."
"Jelia, just come." Chesamon said gently.
The group of people dispersed, and everyone smiled at Yelia. Only the young man Roland saw last night snorted at Yelia.
Jelia didn't care either. He walked to the place where the crowd was just now and found the body of a girl lying there.
The corpse's clothes had been stripped off and it looked very undignified.
Jelia was a little unhappy.
Chesamon said from the side: "We didn't do it, that's how the body was delivered."
Roland also came over.
The two of them looked at the corpse and then at the girl's appearance, both feeling a little silent.
The intelligence of mages is quite high, and relatively speaking, their memory is definitely not bad either.
The two of them had met this girl before, and she was among the girls rescued last night.
The skin of the corpse was blue... This was not the color of a normal death.
Roland looked carefully and found that there were at least twenty small blood holes on the girl's neck.
There are at least ten blood holes on both arms.
Chesamon said from the side: "We just saw that the blood in this girl's body has dried."
"Don't think about it, it was a vampire." Yelia stood up with a serious expression: "I didn't expect them to come so fast. And there seems to be a lot of them."
Although Roland was also very angry in his heart, his expression seemed a little calm. He asked, "Didn't you say you had made preparations last night?"
"Yes." Jelia nodded: "I have a magic item on the top of the magic tower to detect dark creatures. Once a vampire enters the city, I will definitely know. This girl must have left the city last night, I will tell them tomorrow morning not to run out of the city or be disobedient in the near future."
"What if she didn't want to run away, but was deceived?" Roland asked.
Jelia nodded: "It's also possible."
Then he turned his attention to his father-in-law: "Count, was this girl found outside the city?"
"Yes."
"Then we should investigate who asked her to leave the city last night." Jelia stood up: "I'll leave this matter to you, Count."
"You don't need to be so polite. We are a family. Besides, protecting the residents of the city is what we, the Chesamon family, should do."
Roland was a little surprised when he heard this. This lord seemed to be a good person.
Then Jelia said to Roland: "Let's go out and search. First, go back to the magic tower, take the item for detecting dark creatures in your hand, and walk around outside the city. Maybe we can find something."
"Okay." Roland nodded.
In the dark woods outside Ligu Castle, dense groups of bats hang on the trees.
After a while, a group of round, fat, and very cute bats flew in, and then transformed into girls in the darkness.
She looked at the nearly a thousand bats hanging upside down in the tree canopy and cursed angrily: "You idiots, knowing that our enemies are in the city, actually used charm to trick people into tricking that girl out. Trick her out." That’s it, more than 20 people sucked her blood together and sucked people to death. Are you sick? Isn’t this just a warning? "
A group of bats flew down and turned into a young man. It was Edmund.
He said unhappily: "The smell we can smell now is the strongest of hers. She was originally our food, but she dared to escape back. So what if we kill her or scare the snake away. We just want to make this city... Everyone will live in fear in the days to come. Next, we will suck the blood of a girl every day, causing everyone in this city to collapse in fear."
"The mage who can improve the fireball technique is still in this city. Do you want to die?"
"Maybe we are still afraid of him if we don't know his details." Edmund smiled: "But knowing that he needs to accumulate energy to use powerful magic, then things will be much easier to handle. Ten seconds is enough for him to die. Several times.”
"That's the golden son, he can't die."
"Didn't Wenger say that after the death of the Golden Son, his strength will decline? The more times he dies, the worse the decline will be, until he is almost the same as an ordinary person." A trace of hatred flashed in Edmund's eyes: "We only need to kill He can surround the Temple of Life once and kill him again and again. After he becomes an ordinary person, he will be brought back to the clan and tied up with iron chains to make him the eternal food of our vampire clan. An immortal will never die. I guess the taste of his blood will be very good."