There was a huge blood ball suspended in the hall, which was the blood of all the servants in the hall.
Hohen changed back into human form and made a grabbing motion with both hands towards the blood ball in the air.
Driven by a mysterious force, the blood cells were gathered and compressed, condensing into a bright and dazzling blood crystal stone.
The texture of this blood crystal stone is pure and transparent, reflecting an evil color, as if everyone's soul is contained in this blood crystal stone.
This blood crystal stone has a fascinating charm that makes people want to possess it, but it also emits a bloody smell.
The blood crystal fell into Hohen's hands.
Hohen casually put the blood crystal stone into the pocket of his clothes. It would be one of the offerings to please the god.
Whistling frivolously, Hohen no longer needed to disguise himself in front of anyone, because there were only Aitina and Abel left in the castle.
Hohen's ritual sacrifice to the powerful, nameless god has been prepared, and now it's time to deal with some minor troubles.
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Silas had basically mastered the hieroglyphics, but there were two words that Lori wrote down and recorded on a piece of cloth, but she was unwilling to tell Silas the meaning of these two words.
"Lori, why didn't you tell me?" Silas asked puzzledly.
"Don't worry about that. If you are ready, I will go with you." Lori said with a smile.
"Why are you going with me? Hohenzollern is so dangerous. And actually, when I think about it, the butler only asked me to challenge him, but he didn't tell me to kill Hohenzollern." Silas said honestly.
Lori shook her head and tapped Silas on the head. She said angrily,
"So you are stupid. The butler was trying to save you. Don't you understand that? Hohen is not a good person. The butler gave you this badge just to keep it in your mind and make you stronger. Besides, I don't feel comfortable if you go alone."
"Well, let's go back to the village and pack our bags," Silas said.
"Well, I have to do some things too. You can clean up yours first." Lori said with her head down.
"Ohhhh, I see."
Then the two returned to Baideng Village. Silas went to the room alone to pack his bags. He prepared some dry food and clothes to change into, and also gave him the sword that the old man used.
He changed out of his casual clothes and put on the chain mail that the old man had prepared for him. This lightweight chain mail was one of the spoils of war that Bloody Hand had left behind, and because of its excellent quality, Bloody Hand was reluctant to give it away.
Unfortunately, although Blood Hand was wearing the chain mail at the time, he was unaware of Hohen's sudden attack. He was tricked by Hohen's blood magic and paid the price with his life.
The old man patted Silas on the shoulder and said to him,
"Young man, remember, if you can't win, run away. And you must not bleed or spit blood during the battle. Do you understand? We don't know what level of power Hohen has reached. If he can directly disrupt your blood flow, run away immediately."
Cyrus nodded, and the old man continued,
"You have to remember that the biggest disadvantage of blood magic is its range. If you are not fighting in a confined space, with your current physical skills, you should have enough time to leave the casting range before he finishes chanting the spell. Secondly, don't fight with strength. Even we werewolves can't fight with his transformed form. After so many years of accumulation of strength, his transformed form has evolved very well. It can be said that it is somewhat similar to the original form of the damned kinslayer Cain. So you have to remember that you have to fight with skills. His only weakness after transformation is the fur behind his neck and his lower abdomen. Good luck, young man."
The old man sighed after he finished speaking.
"We actually want to help you, but the more people there are, the stronger the blood magic will be. Besides, our werewolf blood is a great tonic for him. We can't help you."
Silas shook his head and said,
"I don't care about this at all. On the contrary, I am very grateful for your care over the past few days. My swordsmanship and physical skills have obviously improved a lot. I am no longer that stupid ordinary swordsman. By the way, old man, Luo Li is going with me too, did you know that?"
The old man fell silent after hearing this. As the one with the longest seniority and the one who had the most exposure to sacred books, when Lori had finished noting those sacred books, the old man had already started to interpret the knowledge in the canyon.
"Well. Let her go. This is her choice. My granddaughter is grown up now and I can't stop her even if I want to." The old man said compromisingly.
"Grandpa, I'm back." Lori said coquettishly.
I saw that Lori was carrying a long object covered with a cloth strip on her back, about one meter and three meters long. It looked heavy, as could be seen from the slightly bent back when Lori walked.
"Silas, please go out for a while. I want to talk to Lori." The old man said to Silas, and then Silas went outside the courtyard to practice sword.
A light flashed in the old man's eyes, and he asked Luo Li,
“Is it worth it?”
Lori didn't dare to look directly at the old man's gaze. She just lowered her head and dared not say a word.
"Your mother is like this, and so are you. What do you want me to do?" the old man said hoarsely.
After saying this, the old man sat on a bench, took out the cigarette paper hidden on his chest, and found a box of roasted tobacco under the bed.
Usually, when Lori saw the old man smoking, she would curse him. Later, the old man changed to smoking tea, which smells better than tobacco and the smell is not so strong.
But today, Lori actually helped the old man roll twenty cigarettes obediently, and they were rolled with tobacco.
The old man did not stop Lori's behavior, which was too similar to what Lori's mother did back then.
The same persistence, the same recklessness, the same stupidity.
Just like a moth flying into a flame, even though it knows it will never come back, it still moves forward resolutely.
As he thought about it, the old man shed tears.
You know, the old man didn't cry when Hohen tore a large piece of flesh from his chest during the battle, but he cried this time.
Because he understood that it was a tragedy for the old to see the young die, but he had done what he could do, and now he could only silently hope that his granddaughter would return safely; although this was a luxury.
Lori rolled a cigarette silently, but tears flowed down her face drop by drop. She didn't dare to look at the old man's expression at this moment.
She knew she was stupid, but it was worth it.
Devote yourself to love, sacrifice for what you love, these are the two words that Lori has never told Silas.
Silas only had his promise to Aetina in mind and ignored the sadness in that passage.
Every person who keeps vigil is precious, because behind every person who keeps vigil, there is a werewolf who is willing to sacrifice his life for love.
The vigil keepers, the vigil keepers, they are the ones being protected.