"But they can expand their area of operations in the prisons in this region."
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As soon as I opened my eyes, it was darkness.
"No, you can't kill me!!!"
A weak, crazy voice sounded very close, which scared Herbert who was still a little dazed.
Herbert was still trying to find out who was making the strange noise, but he soon discovered that the sound came from his own mouth.
It was him, begging for mercy miserably, trying to escape from the terrifying existence chasing him.
Am I the victim this time
While Herbert was thinking, "he" uttered another useless wail:
"But I am your father!"
"He" screamed out that name with hatred and fear—
"ELISA!!!"
Chapter 57 The Real Eliza? (1/3)
When the two bishops left in a quarrel, Herbert, who was left under the car, waited for a while and then gave up.
wait
What's the point of waiting even if the flowers have wilted
No more waiting!
After Herbert greeted and got to know the good brothers of the Knights at the training ground, he returned to the monastery under the guidance of Sister Kaplan who was waiting outside the training ground.
The nun came with the judge to snatch the man, but she did not run away with him. Instead, she stayed and waited for Herbert - it was obvious that she had something to say.
Sure enough, on the way back, she seemed to inadvertently tell Herbert about what happened to Ivanka and him in the interrogation room.
Herbert was a little curious at first, but after listening halfway he waved his hand to indicate that there was no need to say more.
Even though they were dealing with one of their own, an interrogation was still an interrogation, so they couldn't go easy on him...
Especially in a world with healing magic, the horror of interrogation can be raised to several levels.
The specific content can only be described as something that makes men silent and women cry. Those who hear it are sad and those who listen to it cry. It is so tragic.
Herbert understood the meaning of the words and waved his hand, saying tactfully: That's enough! Let's stop while we're ahead! We're all colleagues! I don't care...
Although there were reasons why he didn't want to hear any more details, it was more because he really didn't care about those two people.
He didn't really care whether they were tortured or escaped interrogation.
Anyway, there is no deep hatred, as long as I achieve my own goal, that's enough.
That's about it.
Forgive others when you can.
Although Sister Kaplan just nodded and said nothing, Herbert felt that there was more tenderness in her gaze towards him.
Favorability improved!
When he returned to the monastery, Herbert ignored everything else and took a good sleep after not sleeping all night. He did not wake up until dinner time.
"It's not a problem to have a day or two of reversed day and night, but it's not a good thing in the long run! I don't know when I will die suddenly..."
Herbert didn't want to die young, as he still had a lot of things to do in his life.
"You still have to improve your strength. If you are strong enough, you won't need so much sleep."
After carefully analyzing the abilities he had acquired so far, Herbert realized that the top priority now was to continue collecting materials on the monster girls.
Compared to training like the good brothers in the Knights, the abilities obtained through monster materials are much faster and much more powerful.
Perhaps, some people will feel that the abilities gained in this way are false and are not as good as the abilities gained through hard work.
But for Herbert - it was just like taking off your pants to fart.
Lingshan is far away, why bother to go to the faraway place instead of the near one
Since there is already a shortcut, why take the longer route
Is it fun to torture yourself
Are you a masochist
If yes, add a micro... cough.
Herbert would not dwell on such trivial matters. He never cared about the source of his abilities. Whatever he could hold firmly in his hands was the best.
If he really was concerned about this kind of thing, he wouldn't have chosen to be Nenasha's companion in the first place, and would have been played around by the God of Harmony long ago.
So, after sorting out the current situation, Herbert went into the alien prison again after dinner, and swallowed the blood that he had cheated (borrowed) from Eliza, mixed with his own blood.
Gurgle.
Afterwards, Herbert regained consciousness in the scene of a chase between a loving father and a filial daughter.
"Wow! It's still the victim's first-person perspective."
So exciting!
Anyway, none of this was real. Herbert, who had had similar experiences several times, was enjoying the scene in front of him as if he were watching a drama.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, what a great show!"
The environment is a gloomy castle under the cover of night, with blood and corpses scattered all over the ground.
Characters, father and daughter.
Conflict, patricide.
The murderer is the small-time vampire Elisa Fate who was locked in the coffin, and the victim is the one who claims to be Elisa's father, let's call him Prince Fate.
Although he had long known Eliza's title of "Parricide", he had never known why she killed her father.
And now is obviously a good time to explore the secrets!
Come on, old father, hold on a little longer and try to reveal more information!
Herbert secretly cheered for Prince Fat, hoping that he could fight for his chance.
But unfortunately, the time for his exit is about to come, and Prince Fat has reached the end of his rope.
He was so weak that he no longer had the strength to transform into mist or other animals. He could only run on his weak legs—his right leg was broken.
"Run? Where can you run to?" Eliza's voice was evil, revealing undisguised joy and sarcasm.
She did not try to catch up with him, but followed behind him like a shadow like a maggot on the tarsal bone, admiring the ugly appearance of her father as he fled in a panic.
Like a wild animal playing with its prey, it watched him running around leisurely.
"No, no, no, no! You monster! I'm your father! How could you... ah!"
After running away for a while, Prince Fat stumbled and fell to the ground weakly.
Boom.
He fell heavily to the ground and struggled to get up and continue, but the person behind him had lost interest.
"Okay, I've seen enough of you running away, so let's stop here."
Eliza, somewhat bored, stepped directly on Prince Fat's back. The sharp heel of her shoe pierced into his body from the back, piercing his heart that had stopped beating long ago.
laugh-
"Cough!" Prince Fate coughed up a mouthful of black blood. He endured the severe pain and looked back with difficulty, but he only saw a ball of black mist with bloody light.
She didn't even bother to show her true appearance in front of him.
"But, your...father!" Prince Fate was puzzled and didn't understand why things had come to this point.
What went wrong
The only response he got was a cold sneer coming from the black fog.
"Tsk! Father?"
Eliza taunted, "You don't really think that just by forcibly giving us blood and turning us into vampires, there will be a blood relationship between you and me?"
"ridiculous!"
Prince Fate was silent.
Of course, he was aware of how bad his relationship was with the children he had given birth to.
In the end, he did not beg for mercy, but cursed in a low voice: "You are guilty, you will forever bear the sin of patricide, and you will never be able to..."
Before he could finish his curse, a flash of blood appeared and his head left his neck and rolled on the ground.
"Sin? Ha."
"Everyone is guilty, including me, including you... We are all guilty."
"If I am guilty, let the gods punish me."
Finally, after Prince Fatt's head rolled several times, Herbert finally saw Eliza's face clearly.
Under the full moon, the girl with silver hair and bloodshot eyes was bathing in the bright moonlight, with a slightly crazy smile on her lips, and the blood-red cloak behind her was moving in the wind.
What impressed him most was not anything else but the smile on her lips.
crazy.
Pleasant.
She is enjoying the process.
Eliza sneered and continued to speak blasphemous words:
"But they are not worthy yet!"
"No one has the right to punish me!!!"
Chapter 58 Ancient Blood (2/3)
"So, that's what Eliza really is?"
Herbert opened his eyes, touched his neck, and breathed a sigh of relief after making sure that the good man's head was still there.
Phew... Fortunately, the big head is still there.
I have to say, this is a real movie-watching experience!
When Prince Fat was beheaded by Eliza, Herbert really felt that his head was rolling down with him.
He rolled over on the ground for several times and almost fainted.
Really.
What is this Louis XVI Experience Card
After complaining about the overly realistic experience, Herbert squinted his eyes and recalled the "Eliza" he saw in this memory.
To be honest, Herbert was a little skeptical. Was she really the vampire he knew
"Well, it's not that I'm discriminating, but it's really hard for me to associate her with that trash vampire."
What is Eliza like in Prince Fat's memory
Crazy, arrogant, cold, cruel... it satisfied Herbert's fantasy about the evil and powerful vampire.
And what was the Eliza that Herbert knew like
Sneaky, very stealthy, easily broken through, barking wildly... Well, it satisfied Herbert's fantasy of a small-time vampire.
If there were no hints, who could connect these two guys together!
However, thanks to the industry's foresight, there are precedents for various types of vampires.
Like the super poor vampire, the vampire who stops time for five seconds and carries people down the stairs, the vampire who drinks his own nosebleed, the vampire who laughs weirdly while holding two guns...