Sister Defulyn's ritual of the chosen one even caused a small earthquake that spread from the narrow space to the real world, but compared with other things that happened tonight, this earthquake was nothing to mention.
In the real Midhill Castle, at Cassandra Auction House, the witch's apprentice Miss Rita Swift was organizing people to repair the broken walls from the recent battle and to seal the holes through which the white mist was pouring in.
Although she heard strange noises outside, noticed that the undead wandering on the street suddenly stopped moving, and saw a strange golden glow in the sky, she didn't care.
Twenty minutes after the Chosen Ceremony was completed, a figure appeared outside the Cassandra Auction House. With a hasty knock on the door, Miss Rita Swift, who was temporarily in charge of all the affairs of the auction house, discovered that it was Shad outside the door.
"I just ran down the hill, Miss Swift, open the door!"
"Sorry, I need to confirm your identity first. May I ask..."
Before she could ask the question, Shade opened the door with the Portkey and rushed in.
He was sweating and panting. The situation at home was extremely bad. The white mist on the third floor was almost spreading to the downstairs. The witch was urgently blocking the breath of death, and the out-of-control traveler's travel door, even though it was temporarily suppressed by the "space stability halo", was still restless and could not be moved to the ancient god statue in the basement to suppress it.
But even so, after leaving Joey Barton and Marilyn Handel in St. Teresa's Square to be interrogated by the curious witch, he immediately said goodbye to Luvia, who had already observed signs of star whales, and rushed to Midhill Castle from the basement of his home again, heading straight here at the fastest speed.
Without the Night Watchman, he couldn't deal with the evil spirits that overflowed from the narrow space of reality as quickly as before; without any divinity in his body, even though the afterglow state was still continuing, the feeling of emptiness that drove him crazy still made Shad mentally exhausted.
Fortunately, the power fluctuations of the chosen ritual made the restless undead dare not move, so he was able to come so quickly. After entering the door, no matter how bad his physical and mental state was, he asked with a trembling voice:
"Where are Grace and Helen?"
Miss Swift, who was closing the door, lowered her head slightly, and Shade then noticed that the entire first-floor hall of the auction house had almost become a ruin.
This is the headquarters of the famous Cassandra auction chain in the Old World. The decoration is even more luxurious than some noble manors. But now there are claw marks and explosion marks everywhere. Even the floor and ceiling are no longer intact. There are several large holes that can be jumped into the basement and the second floor.
The smell of gunpowder and dust has dissipated, but one can still imagine how fierce the battle was that broke out here not long ago.
Granny Cassandra took her main followers into the narrow space, and now everyone left is trying their best to repair the building, at least to ensure that the white fog no longer pours in.
"I am still late. Has the vampire left?"
"How do you know... About an hour ago, two high-level and one middle-level vampires came here and wanted to take away the teacher's teachers who couldn't leave yet. The battle was fierce, and in the end it was the teacher's teachers who showed up, stopped the battle, and then left with the two high-level vampires."
"Grace and Helen left?"
Shad breathed heavily.
"However, the Central Ring vampire was kept here because he was seriously injured. They said they would buy him back after this matter was over. In addition, we seized a sage-level relic, the Bloodthorn Scepter..."
"Where is that Central Ring vampire?"
Shade asked anxiously.
"In the basement."
The captured guy was, as expected, an acquaintance of Shad's, Mr. Armand Bernhardt, who had come to Midhill Castle with his nephew and was being held in the relic collection room in the basement.
This gentleman was a distant relative of the royal family of Carsenrick, and he had appeared several times with the words "elegant" and "upscale" incisively and vividly. But this time, he looked extremely embarrassed.
Lying on the bed against the wall, his face was as pale as a sheet of paper, and his clothes were covered in blood. Miss Swift did not kill him, but she obviously only gave him the most basic treatment:
"He is such an ungrateful person. My mother-in-law even introduced him to her and bought her some good stuff from another witch."
Miss Swift, who brought Shade to the basement, said unhappily, and Mr. Bernhardt, who heard the voice, also tried to get up from the bed:
"Look, it's Mr. Hamilton."
He wanted to smile, but he was too badly injured to do so.
"Where?"
Shade asked in a low voice.
"I don't know either. I am only responsible for bringing the blood prince here disguised as my nephew. I don't know the exact location."
Mr. Bernhardt tried to answer.
"when?"
"At midnight, a blood moon appeared in the sky."
It's eleven twenty-three now, only half an hour left.
"Mr. Hamilton, you don't have to worry. What we do will not harm the city or anyone. We will compensate for the losses caused to Cassandra Auction House. Why don't you sit down and wait with me until midnight to witness the blood curtain being..."
"Shut up."
Miss Swift said in a gloomy voice that Mother-in-law Cassandra had temporarily handed over the auction house to her, but she made such a big mistake. Even though the opponent was too strong, it was still her dereliction of duty.
"The Bloodthorn Scepter is here. Can what you are going to do really succeed?"
Shade asked the other Central Ring sorceress standing at the door to fetch the scepter that was temporarily stored in another room in the basement.
The Bloodthorn Scepter is a black wooden scepter with a ruby embedded in the top. The entire scepter is wrapped with a bloody thorn. One end of the thorn seems to grow out of the ruby, and the other end is wrapped around the end of the scepter.
The black wood surface is polished smooth, but when you hold it up to the light, you can see the raised letters that are difficult to see -
Thorns enter my body and blood accompanies me.
You have to hold it very carefully to ensure that your hands are not hurt by the thorns. This is a genuine sage-level relic, and it is also a weapon-type relic.
"It doesn't matter. We collected nine relics, but only seven of them are enough."
Armand Bernhardt said that he had no intention of hiding anything, and Shad only knew five of them.
"Mr. Hamilton, you saved me in the Criminal Mansion. I want to give you a piece of advice. Don't chase him. If you can't catch him, it's fine. But if you do catch him, you really can't come back."
The seriously injured vampire looked at Xia De, with many bloodshot in the whites of his eyes.
Although this man brought the little boy to Middleburg, Shade had no ill will towards Mr. Bernhardt. Armand Bernhardt was just following orders and was willing to provide all the information he knew at this time:
"They are very important to me, I have to get them back."
"etc!"
The weak Mr. Bernhardt asked doubtfully:
"We are discussing the angel-level relic, the Red Butterfly Twins."
“Yes, they are very important to me.”
Shade nodded, and then saw the look of awe on the face of this very upper-class middle-aged vampire.
With Miss Swift's consent, Shade gave Mr. Bernhardt a small cup of water treated with bloating food. After he drank it slowly, he sat on the narrow bed against the wall that looked like a prison bed and asked:
"I have to chase him. Do you really have no other clues?"
"I'm just from the Central Ring. They asked me to bring the prince here because my noble status is very convenient. But it must be on the mountain, but I don't know the exact location. I'm sorry, I can't help you... ... Don't chase me, this is really for your own good."
He still patiently persuaded.
Shade was silent for a moment, and out of the corner of his eye he saw the scepter that Miss Swift was holding carefully.
"The function of this scepter is to enhance the extraordinary power related to blood. How strong is this enhancement?"
"It's very strong. If it's a power related to my Lord, it will be even stronger."
Mr. Bernhardt said, seeing that Shade took the relic on his own initiative, he introduced how to use it:
“Recite the spell ‘Blood thorns pierce my body, the road of blood opens now’, and the blood thorns will pierce the back of your hand. You can’t use the common language, you have to use the Columba code language. I don’t like to use this kind of scepter-like weapon... I prefer the two alchemical pistols I made myself.”
The so-called "Columba Code" is the language of the nobility used in the territory ruled by the vampires in the Fourth Epoch, which is also the Dark Age. The vampires are not as powerful as the elves, and there is no language named after the ethnic group. The "Columba" code language of the ancient times when the vampires flourished has become the code language of the upper class of the Sixth Epoch, and it is a very ancient language.
This kind of thing is not even taught in St. Byron's compulsory courses, it is an elective subject. Although Shade is familiar with the text, he must see the text to read it. It is impossible for him to know the pronunciation of the corresponding ciphertext by knowing the translation of the common text.
He hesitated:
"Is the Columba code language strongly related to your race?"
Shade asked again. Mr. Bernhardt thought about it, but he didn't expect the witch's apprentice to speak:
"This is a very important language for the vampires. At least a quarter of the ancient documents and scrolls on magic and spells of the contemporary vampires are written in this language. It can almost be regarded as the language of the race."
"That's right."
Mr. Bernhardt nodded slightly and drank the water. Although he was still seriously injured, his complexion looked better.
"I see."
Shade reached into his pocket and pulled out the two green leaves he had obtained after completing the key for the year 3024 of the Fifth Era.
These two leaves of eternal youth, one represents knowledge - the original sin magic, and the other represents a piece of true information - vampire. Because there is no label on the leaves, Shade can only put the left one in front of him first.
As the golden veins of the leaves gradually penetrated into his eyes, Shade frowned slightly. This piece was the magic of original sin, which included the method of adding the laziness spirit rune to the chain of sin, but it was useless to him now.
“It’s this one.”
The second green leaf was also placed in front of his right eye. As a huge amount of knowledge and information poured into his mind, Xia De found the information he wanted:
“Indeed, there is.”
He took the scepter from Miss Swift, and under the gaze of Mr. Armand Bernhardt and the witch apprentice, he whispered with his lungs and nasal humming:
"The bloody thorns pierce my body, and the road of blood begins now."
The knowledge of the elven race allowed Shad to roughly master the elven language, and the knowledge of the vampires indeed also included the content of the "Columbar secret language".
As Shade finished speaking, the blood-red thorns on the scepter began to wriggle, climbing up to Shade's wrist and tightly wrapping around it. They did not pierce the skin, but Shade clearly felt the pain all over his body.
"That's all right..."
"Mr. Hamilton, are you really going up the mountain?"
Mr. Bernhardt also wanted to persuade Shade to stay:
"I can't tell you what will happen on the mountain, but... don't go. I can guarantee with my soul that what happens next will never harm Midhill Castle!"
But Shad shook his head and left with Miss Swift.
The two entered the deepest part of the basement, the room where Helen and Grace once lived. The twins had left, the curtains beside the huge four-poster bed were lifted, and the clothes on the ground were gone, but the concentration of the whispering element was still unusual.
"How are you going to find them, Mr. Hamilton?"
Miss Swift asked quietly.
"I have a magic skill that can let me drip anyone's blood into my eyes and see all the movements of the blood owner in a day."
"But there is no blood of the teachers' teachers here... Do you have it?"
"No, I haven't either."
Shade shook his head and looked at the huge bed with the scepter in hand:
"But I once dripped their blood into my eyes, that was in the last century..."
He paused.
"To be more precise, it was two months ago (Chapter 568)."
The Blood Thorn Scepter enhanced the echo of blood. Shade, who was supposed to only see the blood traces within one day, spanned a longer period of time and touched the power of blood. A clear red halo, and a red halo representing two people, appeared on the bed.
The overlapping figures of the red halo showed that Grace and Helen had stayed here for a long time. When they left the bed, the tall, godlike figure had returned to the size of a normal human woman:
"Miss Swift, I'm off then."
He stared at the two red halos, and he knew exactly what the blood-sucking god wanted to do. The story of the ten winemakers was simply reminding him of His true purpose.
In order for Lecia and Dorothy to get help, and more importantly, for the two innocent souls to avoid being sacrificed, he was able to help them at the God's Beverage Party in the last era, and he can still help them this time.