Do I look like someone who's been lost for ages? Klein was about to argue when the stone door to the basement was pounded again, harder and harder, accompanied by a man shouting, "Let me out!"
"What's that?" Klein took a discreet step back. Once he felt he was a safe distance away, he could not help asking.
Bishop Utravsky smiled gently.
"A vampire."
The moment he finished speaking, the man in the basement shouted:
"What's wrong with being a vampire? Does that mean you get to lock me up here? Make me listen to your nagging and your scripture readings every day? You even made me copy a Roselle Script manuscript! Bah! I'm a noble Sanguine. Don't describe me with such a vulgar word!
"I'm telling you, I worship the moon. I will never convert to the Earth Mother Goddess! Give it up, you wretched priest!"
This was the first time Klein had encountered a real, living vampire. He could not help glancing a few times at the stone door, which was engraved with the Life Holy Emblem and numerous mysterious symbols, but he saw nothing.
"He had just entered a state of craving blood when I caught him, so I confined him," Bishop Utravsky explained with a smile.
"Bah! Don't talk to me about blood! What I need is the blood of a beautiful young woman—the blood of that lovely priestess—not the blood of a filthy old man like you!" The vampire in the basement suddenly grew agitated.
The priestess... Does he mean Miss Hazel? Klein was still thinking when Bishop Utravsky replied in earnest, "You can't drink Priest Macht's blood yet. Otherwise, there will be problems..."
"Bah! You old man, that's just an excuse. You think I don't know?" the vampire shouted, cursing.
But Klein could tell