"I still have something to say!" Elliot felt something was wrong, and shouted hurriedly, even with some fear—he thought he had seen the horror story told by Brugg—and the red-haired woman did not stop at his shout, but walked gracefully like an elegant lady, except that her red jewel-like eyes unconsciously revealed a thousand debauchery charms, and her blood-red lips, the corners of her mouth raised high, smiled seductively at him. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the past, Elliott would have been happy if a beautiful woman had done this—but Elliott knew that this woman was not a normal person.

"If you don't know about it, you'll regret it!" said Elliot, who had lived alone since he was a child, and thought that he had seen everything that would have left him to be amazed, even when he was seen as a thorn in the side of the powerful Lady Gabriel and sent a magician to hunt him down.

He could only hope that what he said would interest Fitney.

"People who want to live but have reservations? I don't think I can accept it. Fitney was calm.

Oh my god - is that little girl a demon too?

Elliott had a sweat on his face, and he felt the breath of Dracula rushing into his nose - a rich, fragrant, woman-like scent, but behind it there was a terrifying smell of blood!

"Don't worry, it won't hurt. Dracula smiled charmingly.

Elliott's eyes widened as he saw Dracula's fangs when she opened her mouth—she lowered her head and bit down on her own neck—!

"No—ahhh

"Aberger, isn't Aberg a surname?" said Fitney, indifferent to his cries for help.

"It's not just a surname - it's a special race!

"Dracula. Vlad frowned and shouted.

"Okay, okay. Dracula could only lift her head and take two steps back—her lips were covered with a layer of Elliott's blood, which made her lips even more red, and Elliot licked the corners of her mouth when she saw that she was particularly dissatisfied, and showed the demagogy of a woman when she was dissatisfied, but there was a bit of coquettishness in her expression, and she broke out in a cold sweat.

There are no vampire legends in this world.

"Go on. Fitney said slowly.

"Wait! my neck—!" Elliot stiffened, "I'm not going to die after that, am I?!"

Cunning people are always thinking only of their own interests, and Elliott would say these things completely subconsciously - out of fear and worry.

"Dracula has some unique magical talents that can control a person's behavior when they suck blood—and if she's upset, they can suck you dry. Fitnair said without thinking, making Elliott's face even more ugly, "This talent is unique, even the treatment of the Holy See is difficult to handle, but you only need to say something that makes me feel valuable to avoid entering those two bad states now." ”

Elliott had long understood that he had no way out, so he had to show a dejected expression: "Okay...... Since I've already said it...... The reason I won't be attacked by those spells is that I'm an Aberger, just like Winchet Legrend. I remember you had a copy of The Origin of Magic, and the last chapter was about Winchet's graveyard, and there was a sentence in his description that had something to do with it. ”

"'I will throw all my fruits into my grave, and bestow all my treasures with those who are destined to do so—with Alifi', which place do you mean?" Fitney had already memorized The Origin of Magic - but there was still a part of it she didn't understand.

"Alifi," Elliot muttered at first, a little surprised, "Arifi is Willongton's wife—but she's not an adventurer, she's more of a 'prophet'. ”

Prophet is a mystical profession – literally because of its ability to predict the future – and it is also ethereal because of it. The prophet is detached from many things, and therefore cannot be traced.

"I don't understand what you're saying. Fitney said.

"Wellronton had many wives – Arifi was the most special one. The Abergs must initially be descendants of Alife and Wellronton when defining their bloodline. ”

That is, your ancestors were prophets. ”

"Yes—the Abbergs have a great talent for magic, but there are some exceptions—and now even the Abbergs themselves are unfamiliar with who their group really is. But there are still some old rules between us, and Winchet Legrande makes it clear in that book that Alivee - anyone who is an Abberg will know that he must be an Abberg. Elliott said.

"A great magician, because he is also an Aberg, so the altar will not attack you, and you think it is connected with the cemetery of Winchet. Fitney said.

"No, I'm absolutely sure it's Winchett's graveyard - the Aberg cemetery tends to be an altar, and these people don't have a strong sense of community, probably because it seems so discrete at this time. Elliott said, "The Arbergs...... Although it is a family known for stealing, it also borrows some Aberg talents. ”

Fitney had barely heard of the Arbergs, they were a blank slate—perhaps as Elliott had said, they were separated and unfamiliar with each other.

"Doesn't the Holy See know about this?

"Of course the Holy See knows about the Arbergs - but you are a nobleman, and you must have heard of the Divine Language: Battle Song. ”

"Oh, after the death of Emore, a dark part of the Holy See's struggle. ”

"That's right, the leader of the darkness mentioned in the war song is a woman, and that woman is called Hela - in fact, she is Alifi, and Alifi's full name is Alphafi Hela - and the several dispersions of the Abbergs are related to the Holy See. ”

"Interestingly, in the eyes of the Holy See, you are the dark ones, and Alifi is the wife of Wyronton, is this the reason why the Holy See is striking down on the common magicians, because they are bewitched?"

Elliott's eyes flashed with a subtle sadness: "The commoners are not the chosen ones of Erentia, so it is impossible to use spells - they are explaining that the reason civilians are able to use magic is that the commoners have been enchanted by darkness and thus have gained some power. ”

Fitnair was lost in thought, she didn't ask any more questions, and Elliott was a little nervous—his eyes looked at Dracula, who seemed to be smiling.