Chapter 121

Rhodes Island.

Chapter 77, Laurentina: Why do you always bring things home?

"How amusing, Victoria."

Bloodfiend Great Lord Duhkare was in a mood as pleased as if he had just enjoyed a farcical performance that made people laugh uncontrollably.

Ultimately, the main problem lies in the ridiculously comical demeanor of the main characters in this drama.

He only just learned that the Grand Dukes of Victoria had signed that ridiculous treaty, which prohibited each other from entering Londinium.

In reality, however, most dukes viewed such treaties as mere constraints that were only partially tolerated.

However, in this critical and sensitive period, simply entering Londinium would easily invite a collective attack, and as for what would happen if he were discovered meeting with a Sarkaz, Duhkare didn't even bother to guess.

It seems that the duke is truly betting his entire fortune on this gamble.

Oh.

Is it to express one's sincerity?

Or is it because of me that I had to risk secretly entering Londinium for the meeting and negotiations?

Upon closer reflection,

Even if he doesn't enter Londinium, once his affair with the Sarkaz is exposed, even if he isn't purged in the future, he is destined to be forever marginalized from the core of power. For the duke who attempted this gamble, such an outcome would undoubtedly be a slow death.

Therefore, under these circumstances, the fact that they chose to risk entering Londinium to negotiate indicates that they have staked almost everything on this gamble of trust...

"Hehe... hehehe--"

Thinking of this, the Bloodfiend Great Lord couldn't help but sneer.

In reality, he didn't care at all about the other party's behavior.

From the beginning, their goal was simply to gain the upper hand in negotiations.

Unexpectedly, this action alone caused the duke to react so strongly that he unilaterally tied himself to Sarkaz's side.

This time, it's not just a matter of having the upper hand in negotiations.

Duhkare couldn't help but smile as he thought of the Duke's trembling request to him just hours earlier.

He sat on the sofa in the restaurant and downed the crimson wine in his glass in one gulp.

"Is this what it means to be corrupted by the lust for power, turning into a puppet of desire? It's no wonder she's Victoria; after all these years, this is the only thing that hasn't changed."

"Their top brass are still scheming against each other to satisfy their lust for power, either hiding in the shadows waiting for an opportunity to strike, or making a desperate gamble."

He rose, waved goodbye to the waiter, and slowly walked out of the restaurant, looking at the bustling streets under the neon lights at night.

"I'm getting a little tired of it, looking at the scenery in front of me..."

However, just as he was about to express his feelings again with harsh words, a series of chilling pressures suddenly came from behind him.

In an instant, it felt as if I were being stared at by several pupils, and all my joints were tense and locked, making me unable to move.

The oppressive aura was so intense it made it hard for him to breathe.

Were we discovered?

No, even if she were discovered, Victoria couldn't find any being that exuded such an oppressive aura.

This feeling is like a giant, fully conscious beast walking among humans!

"Excuse me, sir, if it's alright, could you please move a little? You're blocking my way."

However, the next moment, the beast's roar did not sound as he had expected. Instead, a somewhat ethereal female voice echoed in his ears from behind.

At the same time, the feeling of being stared at from the depths of the abyss disappeared. The Bloodfiend Great Lord turned his head and suddenly realized that the existence behind him was very different from what he had imagined in his mind.

It wasn't the shadow of a colossal beast, nor did it resemble the twisted being with several malevolent pupils that I had conceived—it was merely a...

A nun with short, silver-white hair and no discernible racial features...

Furthermore, the other person was carrying what appeared to be a plastic bag full of discounted groceries...?

Zuo Jian sighed, glancing helplessly at the man in front of him, whose predicament he seemed to be dealing with.

I just suddenly remembered that I was supposed to cook for Skadi, but I didn't go home all day.

At the same time, she happened to glance at the supermarket next door, which even had discounted vegetables and meats sold at night. Considering that her previous posture (gang leader) was too conspicuous, she changed to the posture of a nun after a moment's thought.

Although it is actually quite conspicuous.

However, his demeanor was much better than the other older man's...

For some reason, Victoria women, especially middle-aged women—those ladies who looked so elegant and flamboyant in their clothing—were surprisingly... open.

Zuo Jian, who originally tried to enter the supermarket as a man, was approached by women on the street three times and received many flirtatious glances from women on the street. In the end, he changed back to his nun-like appearance.

Londinium also has monasteries, and even if someone is exceptionally handsome, the average Victoria man wouldn't just strike up a conversation with a clergyman... Hopefully, I won't run into any archbishops with unusual fetishes on the way.

Fortunately, Zuo Jian didn't encounter any trouble until he bumped into the man standing there in a daze.

"Excuse me, sir, could you please move aside? I have some urgent business to attend to. If you encounter any difficulties, I'd be happy to help you... provided it doesn't take too much time..."

Zuo Jian and felt that he seemed different from the others.

It's like... the blood circulation is a bit higher than that of ordinary people like Philampello walking on the street.

However, it was only something that was "felt".

To get more detailed information, we'll need to make contact.

However, it's clear that Zuo Jian has no interest in this.

However, compared to Zuo Jian, the Bloodfiend Great Lord's mental activity level was obviously much higher.

He turned his head, his eyes wide as he stared at the nun behind him.

A nun? No, what nun? This person in front of me can't even be considered a human being.

Upon closer inspection, one could sense that the face was as if countless pieces of flesh and blood had been forcibly molded into this form.

Damn it.

Shapeshifter? No, this isn't what Shapeshifter looks like in its mimicry form at all.

At least after the Shapeshifter mimics, it still feels like a complete being.

People.

But upon closer inspection, he realized that what was behind him was nothing more than a mass of flesh and blood forcibly piled up in human form!

Sure enough, this was no ordinary nun. Although he didn't know what kind of creature she was, Duhkare realized something almost instantly.

Bloodfiend are extremely sensitive to substances like blood, and those of his level possess a level of perception that is unmatched by ordinary Bloodfiend.

That's why he could easily sense just how... terrifying the blood filling the "humanoid figure" behind him was.

What the hell is going on in Londinium?

I just mocked Victoria, and now I've run into a monster of this caliber on the street?

"Um, sir? Are you alright?"

Zuo Jian that the other person was motionless, like a wooden figure, Zuo Jian couldn't help but ask out of curiosity, and at the same time went up and patted Duhkare on the shoulder.

Who knew that instead of taking pictures, the moment Duhkare got close, he felt a terrifying aura engulf him like a deafening roar!

The moment that seemingly pale hand touched Duhkare's shoulder, he felt as if all the blood in his body had stopped flowing, like a soldier whose legs had been crushed by fear and who had collapsed to his knees.

Run!

Run!

Unable to resist! Utterly unable to resist!

This is a monster! The nemesis of Bloodfiend! Any blood-related skills or witchcraft are suppressed and rendered useless in its presence!

It was as if even the blood in my body had stopped flowing out of fear!

"Huff... huff..."

For a moment, Duhkare felt as if his breath was about to freeze, and his vision began to blur. After several heavy gasps, he finally regained consciousness.

Under the influence of his exceptional perception, with his clothes soaked with cold sweat, and his consciousness suppressed to the point of being unable to think, this Bloodfiend...

The Red of the Sovereign Duhkare... just knelt down on the ground, then... closed his eyes slightly...

However, Zuo Jian was completely stunned.

"Wait, wait, wait! Dude! What's going on?! I just patted you on the shoulder, damn it!"

On the street, all anyone could see was a nun carrying a shopping bag, frantically squatting down and shouting at a man lying on the ground.

Zuo Jian felt a cold sweat trickle down his Zuo Jian as he looked at the stares coming from all around him.

Holy crap.

No way.

Did you encounter a staged accident scam?

"So, I'm starting to think about whether I should do what I said before and keep you completely by my side, Zuo Jian."

"Um... let me explain."

Laurentina pointed angrily at Duhkare, who was lying on the sofa, and shouted.

"Before, it was picking up a woman; now it's picking up a man! He even brought him home!"

"What's next?! Not a person?! Or are you going to pick up something even stranger?!"

"By the way... Shark, Zuo Jian is back, can we eat now...?"

Skadi poked her head out from the side and asked.

"Didn't you just eat? Go back to your room!"

"... oh..."

Chapter 78, The Wraith's Request

Late at night, the Doctor looked incredulously at the various strange materials she had collected. Some of them were bought from supermarkets, while others were obtained from shops whose purpose she couldn't even figure out.

Reaching out, I picked up one of the small, light green bags and began to decipher the Victoria lettering on it.

"Peppermint... ingredients..."

"And... wasabi..."

"Wait a minute, what exactly did you make me buy?!"

He took two steps back, but just as the Doctor was about to question them, his body involuntarily moved forward, and at the same time, he reached out and tore open the packaging together, putting the various ingredients into the pot.

"Just making a small drink, it'll be helpful, Doctor."

"A drink?! Damn it, look at the color in the pot! This is definitely not what a drink should look like!!!"

At that moment, the Doctor almost subconsciously began to frantically resist the liquid that was starting to boil in the pot in front of him.

However, it seemed that he could only control half of his body, while the other half was firmly held by the Wraith.

'I don't recommend making arbitrary judgments about things based on their appearance. Your disgust stems purely from the fact that the only extraction equipment we currently have is a rudimentary iron pot and a gas stove.'

"What's the meaning?!"

'If the equipment were better, the color wouldn't be such a nauseating green; it would at least be clearer.'

"That taste..."

'Still pretty much disgusting.'

"There's absolutely no difference, you bastard!!! Let go of me! You're not planning to feed this to me, are you, you idiot?!"

The Doctor's expression grew increasingly grim as he stared at the viscous green liquid bubbling in the pot, which resembled a bizarre potion brewing in the cauldron of some evil witch in a fairy tale!

Never drink that awful stuff!!!

'Reassure yourself'