Mandy retracted her hand in surprise, but in her sight, Robin vanished with the elven wolf.

"It's ......"

Her eyes turned hesitant, with a hint of excitement.

"What happened?" Kaye's voice was heard.

A hint of panic flashed in the blonde guard's eyes.

I chuckled in my heart.

Who was able to successfully take Robin away in front of her.

But not leaving a trace of close?

"Where's Robin?!" Kaye asked aloud.

Mandy opened her mouth and pointed forward with a smirk.

Just when everyone thought that they had been attacked by the enemy, the Chosen One suddenly lost and began to panic.

Robin and Elven Wolf's bodies suddenly appeared in the wind again.

He looked back at Mandy and Kaye in amazement.

Kaye let out a long sigh of relief.

Mandy nodded slightly.

"That's the first time the elven wolf has evolved."

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Tiffany looked up in horror and looked at the vampire behind her.

The other party was also looking at her with a wicked smile.

Tiffany's eyes narrowed slightly.

There is a hint of murder.

The black cat's claws pop out of the thick pads of flesh like tiny sharp blades.

Tiffany & Co. is ready to fight to the death.

She took a breath, ready to puff up the beast's power in her body.

It was at this moment that a soft sound came from above.

The basement door was opened.

A ray of light came down from above and fell down the stone steps, creating a large circle.

This successfully attracted the attention of vampires.

She pricked up her ears and turned her head to the place.

A head poked in.

"I remember there seemed to be a few barrels left in the basement......"

The man who came muttered something, it was a servant in the Grand Duke's villa.

But they didn't know that danger was coming.

The servant's words were not finished.

A black shadow appeared on the wall.

A slight flash.

The vampire's body stamped into a depression in the façade wall, flying by.

The moon-shaped dagger in her hand slashed sharply into the other's neck.

A stream of blood spurted out of the maid's body.

Boom.

The head on her shoulder fell down her body and slammed down the steps.

Then roll down the stairs.

Before she was completely unconscious.

The maid blinked.

A fair, smooth face is reflected.

The face of a vampire.

A humanoid beast with fangs.

The vampire craned his neck, sniffed the sweet smell of blood in the air, and turned around.

"Huh?"

In the next second, her red pupils opened slightly, but there was no trace of the black cat.

The hidden basement door trembled slightly.

……

"Her Highness Caroline." Shelley sprang down the stairs, calling Caroline's name.

"What's wrong?"

On the edge of the basement bathtub, Caroline looked up dissatisfied.

The circle on the ground has reached its final stage.

She doesn't like to be interrupted by others while she is focused on something.

But on this extraordinary night.

The same situation occurred twice.

"I hope you have enough reason to interrupt me, Shelley." Her eyes narrowed slightly, with a hint of anger and majesty.

The other party swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, and his eyes flickered.

"I just got rid of a maid who broke into the basement."

"Maid?" Caroline's eyes rolled back and forth, "I'm afraid things aren't going to be good, no one is going to come down here for no reason." ”

Her gaze swept over the basement—

Then it landed on a couple of large wooden barrels in the corner.

The basement of the aristocracy was used for many purposes.

The most basic thing is to store things that you don't usually use.

For example, the oil paintings decorated with gold-rimmed frames given to Oka by political opponents in the past.

The ceramic flower pots sent by the idiot lords of Santa Berta in order to curry favor with Aojia......

Then there are the trophies that Olga considers less important, such as specimens of the wings of the Windwingers, or the armor of the Sykorids......

Secondly, the basement, for the aristocracy, is synonymous with private prisons.

They can interrogate [prisoners] and even execute them here without having to go through a trial in the local court.

But Olja's status and her wisdom were enough to turn the magistrate's court into her private prison, and she always had the words to turn black and white upside down to get the crowd on her side during the public trial, just as Olja's mother, the last Grand Duke of Hunt, did more than 60 years ago.

Therefore, the basement has lost its function as a private prison for her.

Finally, the basement is where the wine is stored.

The aristocracy could not live without alcohol.

Even though Oga did not live in the so-called Grand Duke's mansion many times, when she arrived, the servants would prepare a sumptuous dinner and bring out the wine.

This time......

It's almost dawn.

Grand Duke Olga would sometimes have a few sips at breakfast time.

"Shelley, there must be a container for making wine on that corpse, you put some on it and send it up, there should be someone waiting for the servant's wine." Caroline added, "Let the people outside keep an eye on the movement, and don't let people disturb us." ”

"Yes, Your Highness." Shelley agreed, and went back up the stairs.

In the hand of the headless corpse, sure enough, there was a silver flask.

She looked back and glanced at Caroline in the basement.

Hesitant to tell her about the black cat.

But when he saw the other party's slightly angry eyes, Shelley still obediently chose to keep his mouth shut.

What kind of threat can a black cat have?

Though......

Shelley recalled the look in the cat's eyes when he had just seen it on the stairs.

There was a moment.

But the murderous intent in the other party's eyes successfully triggered a chill in her body.

……

Archduke Olga was awakened by the sound of a vase shattering.

It's in her bedroom.

There was a crunch.

The blue-glazed vase with light yellow chrysanthemums in the corner, which was used to decorate and provide fresh air, fell to the ground.

Oga sat up from the bed.

At the same time, her door was violently pushed open.

A sturdy body blocked out the light outside, and rushed in with a silver scimitar in hand.

She has short hair and muscles all over her body, full of strength.

Archduke Olga's loyal bodyguard, one of the Four Knights of the Kingdom [Lorel Owen], blocked his body in front of Olgar.

Her dark brown eyes glanced quickly over Olga on the bed, then searched for the source of the sound.

His gaze fell to the ground, staring at the place where the vase had fallen.

"I'm fine, Rorel."

Olga said softly, without a hint of emotion.

Her gaze fell.

Next to the vase, there is a shorthair cat that has been black.

Aojia, who was still a little angry, swept away the anger in his eyes.

She reached out and beckoned to her most faithful pet.

"Lingyue, you're too naughty."

A vase is nothing compared to that.

Lingyue meowed sweetly and jumped lightly from the ground to the bed.

"Come and show me if you're hurt?" Olga took it in his arms and carefully examined its body.

It was at this moment that Rorel turned his gaze, and there was a slight surprise in his eyes-

On Olja's white sheets, there were several bloody paw prints.

Olga noticed this too, and she dipped her finger in disgust.

Sticky.

Slippery.

A strong smell of blood.

Lingyue's body was intact, obviously not from it.

"These damn vampires." The fire in Aojia's eyes finally burned.

……

The circle on the ground is finally complete.

Caroline smiled in relief, then walked over to the bathtub, took Rowling's hand, and gently picked up the dagger that had been prepared on the table next to her.

A cross-shaped wound on Rowling's wrist.

Blood in the veins flowed out slowly.

Caroline, meanwhile, did the same with the body in the coffin, and joined Rowling's wrist with the other.

Airplanes!

A low vibration shook outwards like a wave.

At the same time, a mixture of black and red light surged from the circle.

The light gradually intertwined into threads, rising upwards, entwining Rowling with the corpse.

It was at this moment that Rowling's face showed a look of great pain.

"Hmmm......"

She snorted in pain, but she never woke up.

Rowling felt the blood in her body flow outward.

At the same time, a hot flame-like liquid poured down her wrist and into her body.

She only felt that her whole body seemed to burn as the liquid flowed.

On the surface of her skin, some black marks began to appear.

Black lines spread outward along her skin, like blooming black gorgeous roses.

Caroline took a deep breath.

And that's just the beginning.

What she was looking forward to was coming.

……

It was a very strange scene, and Rowling's body gradually darkened.

Black sweat seeped out of her skin and turned into foul-smelling oil.

This black sweat also comes out of the eyes, mouth, nostrils, navel, and anus.

Caroline crouched down and carefully wiped the black liquid from the corners of Rowling's eyes with a clean towel.

If they soak in her eyes too long, they will make her blind.

At the same time, it's like an exchange for each other.

The body of the dried corpse next to it began to plump, and then the dry skin gradually became shiny......

The dagger that glowed with a faint blue light stuck in the corpse's eye was popping out little by little.

Above Rowling, a black vortex slowly converged inward.

There was no sound.

There is no movement of air at all.

A long crack was torn open in the whirlpool.

It's like an eye out of thin air.

Quietly suspended on the ceiling of the basement.

Even with her eyes closed, Rowling seemed to see the scene clearly.

It's like a mirror, reflecting her now.

In the whirlpool above, a bathtub, a mirror image of a coffin, appeared.

The only difference is –

Inside the tub, it wasn't Rowling who was lying, but the corpse.

And in the coffin in the mirror, Rowling is the one lying calmly.

……