"Hahaha, hahahahaha!!"
Under the dim, wind-driven snow, Earl Gregory was like a beast unable to break free from a trap's chains. His chest heaved wildly, inhaling like a furious roar and exhaling as if mocking them.
He had stopped struggling.
Because no matter what, these two lunatics would not be able to run rampant for much longer before facing the overwhelming wrath of him, the Blood Race Earl.
Anyone who dared treat a member of the Blood Race this way would suffer the Blood Race's endless revenge.
Using the finite to contend with the infinite was like a moth flying into a flame.
The Blood Race's endless lives were a force no finite living being could withstand.
"Sigrid, according to my research, after being exposed to sunlight for a certain period, the magical activity in a member of the Blood Race's blood will weaken as well. At that point, drawing out their blood won't meet too much resistance. As long as it's properly sealed, with a little salt and a small amount of water added, then heated and cooked, they'll have a hard time recalling the blood even in their weakened state."
Lanchi earnestly instructed Sigrid. He figured that adult werewolves probably taught wolf children how to hunt members of the Blood Race too, but Sigrid had lost her parents when she was very young, so he could only teach her how to deal with members of the Blood Race according to his own clumsy understanding.
"Okay."
After hearing Lanchi's words, Sigrid did not doubt for a moment that there was anything wrong with his instruction. She took the Blood Pressure Resuscitator.
Although she had never studied medicine, she felt that she would definitely be able to use this medical instrument with ease.
"Sigrid, remember, the end of medicine is