(The previous three chapters have been modified, and the settings of the family have also changed. Please read the old version, that is, the version before 5/7, 2021, and review it again.
sorry! )
"Master Charles, are you alright?"
The maid saw the Shire knight who was walking staggeringly and nearly fell, so she hurriedly stepped forward to help him.
"I, I'm not drunk..."
Generally speaking, 70% to 80% of those who say this are really drunk.
The maid was used to the drunken state of the Shire knight.
She knew that the Shire knight would go to the tavern to drink almost every day, and he would not come back until he was drunk.
After the retired officer of the Black Cavalry Army switched his allegiance to Colin under the order of Marquis Garcia, he seemed to be a different person.
The iron-blooded knight who once galloped across the battlefield and killed giant demons crying and howling wolves had completely disappeared, leaving only an alcoholic who couldn't hold a sword steadily and had nothing to do every day and could only paralyze himself with alcohol.
The maid struggled to help the dizzy Charles knight onto the bed, and asked in a low voice, "My lord, do you need some water?"
The Knight of Shire did not respond.
After hearing the other party's thunderous snoring, the maid shook her head helplessly. She had to carefully take off the other party's coat and shoes, put the quilt back on, and then got up and left.
The door was gently closed.
But after a while, it was opened again.
Colin walked in.
"Charles? Knights of Charre?" Colin called out twice, and pushed Charles' arm.
But, no response.
"Hey, Charles! I order you to get up immediately!" Colin raised his voice and pinched the other's nose in a wicked way.
"Hoo-hoo-"
Charles' breathing was blocked, and after struggling for a while, he opened his mouth wide and gasped.
However, he still didn't wake up.
Colin rolled his eyes.
Originally, Colin had high hopes for this retired officer of the Black Cavalry Army.
In his opinion, the Shire knight, and the dozen or so retired Black Cavalry soldiers with him, are excellent candidates for instructors.
It was his dream cavalry seed.
But unfortunately, not everyone can accept the cruel reality and stand up again after suffering a major blow.
Especially soldiers like Shire knights who regard glory as their life.
Retiring from the Black Cavalry was a huge blow to him.
Almost completely destroyed this tough guy.
It turned out that Colin was almost ready to give up on this guy.
But now, he has a better way.
Ke Lin slowly stuck out his two sharp canine teeth, and was about to bite them.
But he stopped.
If the guess is correct, a complete First Embrace should produce a conscious Familia.
So, how should I explain this to the Shire knight
Ke Lin rubbed his chin, feeling that he couldn't do this without the consent of the other party, taking advantage of the opportunity of the other party's deep sleep to forcibly transform.
In that case, I'm afraid I won't get a loyal subordinate.
So, Colin sat down on the chair in the room again, thinking about what to say later.
…
When the Shire knight woke up again, it was almost noon.
"Water, come! Give me water!" Charles yelled for the maid as soon as he woke up.
Soon, a water glass was handed to Charles.
Charles took it smoothly, and just put it in his mouth, he saw the person standing in front of his bed out of the corner of his eye.
Not a maid!
"puff!"
The water that Charles just drank was sprayed out again, and then he quickly got out of bed, bowed and said: "Master Viscount, why are you here?"
Colin sat back on the chair, smiled and waved to Charles: "Don't be nervous, I just came to see you."
Charles was embarrassed for a while: "You can send someone to summon me, there is no need to come here in person..."
"I sent someone, but they couldn't seem to wake you up, so I came by myself."
Charles became even more embarrassed, and apologized again and again: "Sorry, Lord Viscount, I drank a little too much last night..."
"Just last night?" Colin laughed.
"Please rest assured, I will definitely control my drinking in the future, and this will not happen again."
Hearing Shire's promise, Colin was not relieved.
If the Marquis of Garcia stood in front of the Shire Knight and asked him to make such a promise, perhaps the Shire Knight would really implement it meticulously.
But for Colin himself, he felt that he might not have such prestige.
So, according to the plan he had planned last night, Colin asked, "Knight Shire, I can understand your pain, and I also found a way that might help you return to the battlefield!"
"Really?" The Shire knight suddenly raised his head, and finally there was a flash of light in his eyes.
But at the same time, a trace of disbelief flashed in his heart.
In order to heal his injuries, Marquis Garcia also approached the Church of Radiance.
But the answer he received was that only priests above the cardinal level could use the healing technique of regeneration of severed limbs.
Cardinal!
There are only three cardinals in the entire Radiance Church.
How could such a big man be willing to spend his divine power to heal the wounds of a little knight like him.
So, the Shire knight was desperate.
But now, Colin actually gave him another ray of hope.
"I can't guarantee success. Also, there is a price to this approach."
Colin's cautious attitude not only did not disappoint Charles, but made him trust Colin even more.
"As long as I can hold the long sword tightly again, I am willing to pay any price!"
"Are you sure? This treatment may make you lose your mind and turn into a muddled beast."
The Shire knight smiled wryly: "Master Viscount, I am just a muddled beast now. I would rather die if I left the battlefield!"
"Have you figured it out?"
The Shire knight knelt in front of Colin, nodded solemnly and said, "I've made up my mind! As long as you can help me recover my fingers, in the name of the ancestors of my family, I swear to the Lord of Radiance that I will be at your command in this life!"
Although the Knight of Shire had already sworn allegiance to Colin, that time, he did it under the orders of Marquis Garcia, but this time, he did so willingly.
Sensing Charles' determination, Colin handed over a mug: "There is a drug in this water, and the healing ceremony will make you unconscious later, because the process will be a bit painful..."
When Charles heard about the drug, he still took the mug and drank it down.
Didn't even listen to Colin's explanation.
Colin raised his eyebrows, he was a little moved by the other party's determination and trust.
After a while, the Shire knight fell asleep under the effect of the drug.
Colin walked over, showing his sharp canine teeth, and bit Charles on the neck.
…
Sure enough, just like when he embraced Cynthia for the first time, after Colin smoked for a while, he found that there was also a burst of suction from Charles' wound.
This time, Colin didn't run away.
He suppressed the panic in his heart, and let his blood flow down the tiger's teeth into Charles' body.
Slowly, strands of blood-colored smoke floated out from the two of them.
These smokes are like living things, drawing regular curves on the ground.
It seems to be a magic circle.
There are more and more curves, more and more complicated, more and more mysterious...
In a trance, bursts of low, sleepy whispers echoed in Colin's ears.
The voice was getting louder and louder, as if it was signaling something.
"... the cohesion of blood is my spirit...
... Lord of Blood, Immortal...
... with my blood, I will give you the inheritance..."
(end of this chapter)