"Look, this is my son, isn't he handsome?"

The old gentleman was chattering and busy at the same time.

"He would have been 18 this year, but I've been trying to put him to sleep and put him back in coming, so he looks like he's only 16 now. Do you know what this is? ”

"Why?" Morgana's voice trembled.

"I'm just waiting for you, miss."

Morgana suddenly discovers that she may be facing something worse than kidnapping.

Her crimson dress skirt was open low on the chest, and after some struggle, a large patch of whiteness appeared on her chest. The old gentleman turned his head and stared at her greedily, his eyes full of eagerness and longing, which made Morgana's heart feel a chill in her heart.

She didn't cry for help in vain, she had already found that it was so far from the ground that the sound could not be heard.

It was a large underground chamber surrounded by stone slabs inlaid with runes. In the room, instead of using conductive lighting, many more quaint white candle holders, dim candlelight, set off the room in a miserable white, not to mention, in the center of the room, there are two sarcophagi.

She had been lying in one of the sarcophagi for two hours, unable to move. The busy old madman in front of him seemed to be tired at the moment, so he stopped and leaned aside to rest, and occasionally said a few words to her.

"Who are you? Know who I am? I'm from a Haven family. She threatened in a loud voice.

"Hmph, of course I know who you are." The lord took a step forward and read like an endorsement:

"Morgana Wen, the daughter of the Imperial Admiral, is the third in the family, the fire talent is amazing, the fire magic guided since childhood, the power is twice that of ordinary people, and there are two older brothers on her head, but she is secretly designated as the heir by the family, since the age of 9, she has specially invited a teacher for you to exercise her guiding resonance ability, and there is an exclusive training ground at home."

"You investigated me?" Morgana panicked.

"Of course, such a big event, of course, we have to be cautious. I personally made a trip and got a lot of information from your personal maids, subordinates, and girlfriends. ”

"So what exactly do you want? Ransom? Morgana was still thinking about what to do.

"Ransom! Hum! The lord let out a mocking sneer.

"What I want, it's your life."

"My life?" Morgana suddenly felt dizzy, this must have met a powerful enemy. His father, Count Wen, has a heavy army, and his family is powerful on the Haiwen Peninsula, and it is obviously hypocritical to say that there is no enemy in the family. But why did these people find her?

"No, I'm just a little girl who doesn't know anything about family affairs, if you have a grudge with the family, I can try to help you resolve it, or use other ways to make amends." She pleaded in a low voice, trying to keep her head above water, so as not to anger the suspicious kidnapper in front of her.

"No, no, no." The lord turned his head and patiently explained: "It's not the life of life, it's the life of fate, of course, you won't understand." ”

"Stop rambling, hurry." Another person in the room urged.

Morgana realized that there was another person in the room.

An old woman dressed in black, she looked like she was a hundred years old, her face was wrinkled. With a crystal ball in her hand, she was slowly walking towards the center of the circle, carefully checking the layout of the circle on the ground for any omissions.

As if knowing that Morgana was watching her, she looked up coldly, her deep eyes staring at Morgana's.

Morgana felt her heart freeze at once. The old woman's eyes were a lifeless gray-white, and these gray-white eyes looked at her like looking at a plate of pork chops that had been served on the table, full of cruelty, greed, envy, pity, and bloodthirsty excitement.

The Lord held the staff in his hand, sweating profusely and filling the circle with mana until it glowed a steady purple. After this big project was completed, there was not much mana left in his body.

"Alright, it's time to wake him up." He excitedly walked to another sarcophagus in the center of the room, took a few steps, then looked back hesitantly, and asked the witch, "Kassan, we've got it done, right?" ”

"Of course, sir, we are old friends, for Maxim's sake, I will also talk and count, after this favor, all your property will belong to me."

Hearing the witch say this, the lord was relieved a lot. "That's a great thank you, as soon as the matter is done, I will leave immediately, and my private property here and those things kept by the Red Moon Research Society will be yours." He repeated his promise again, opening the sarcophagus to reveal the pale sleeping young man inside.

"Let's get a taste of blood, then." As she spoke, the witch picked up a glass, and with a small dagger, she grabbed Morgana's white and tender hand, and cut open the delicate skin, causing it to bleed into the glass.

"Crazy, crazy! Someone, help me! Morgana screamed in vain as she heard her own blood dripping down her and felt her life force running away little by little. The old woman did not stop her roar, but looked at the cup with all her attention until she had collected the small half cup.

"What's it called, I can't stand it now, how can you get through it later, giggle." The witch popped a shadow ball out of her finger and burned the wound to stop the bleeding.

She picked up her glass, sniffed it, and drank it down with satisfaction.

"Good aromatic taste, full of life energy." She let out a glossy sigh of satisfaction and sat with her eyes closed to absorb the energy. After a few moments, she opened her eyes in satisfaction and asked Morgana, "Am I a little younger?" ”

Morgana's eyes widened in horror, the witch's lips were blood-red, and her blood was still dripping down, a glass of blood was pouring down her stomach, and the old woman's face had changed, and she was now at least twenty years younger than before.

Her entire body was imprisoned, and the only thing she could move was her eyes and lips. At this moment, her lips involuntarily let out a terrible scream.

The stories in those fairy tale books about witches eating people turned out to be true.

The witch smacked her lips in satisfaction, pulled out her dagger, and brought her glass closer, intending to refill it.

"No, no, I am the heir of the Wen family, I can give you whatever you want, why do you have to do this to me, I can give you money, give you power, give you treasure, my father has a lot of power, if you kill me, he will not spare you, I have many maids in my house, you can go and drink their blood......" Morgana morgana mabbbled incoherently.

The lord walked up to Morgana, took out an ancient scroll, held it in his hand, and shouted, "Shut up, read it with me, and don't make a single syllable wrong." Leon De Luna, Abiez. ”

Morgana hesitated slightly, and the witch pulled out her white hand, took out a dagger, and slashed at her hand, and the bright red blood gushed out like a fountain, and the witch quickly tilted the glass forward, trying to catch it all.

"If you don't finish reading this scroll before your blood drains, you're dead. However, as long as you read it quickly and finish it, I will let you go immediately. A cold word came out of the witch's mouth.

"Really let me go?" In desperation, Morgana heard the words she wanted to hear most.

"Of course, are we going to raise you for the rest of our lives?" The witch leaned down, her eyes revealing a bewitching aura, and raised the red wine glass in her hand to show Morgana, who had already received a lot of it.

Tempted by the weakness of blood loss and the last straw, Morgana finally followed along: "Leon Deruna, Aphos, Richesfe, Wess Svout......"

As she repeated these words mechanically, the blood on her palms dripped down to the circle on the ground, and the light on the circle became brighter and brighter.

"Verutiri, Dictru, show up." With this last spell formed, the scroll in the lord's hand suddenly burst into flames, and a devil's head flickered in the flames. The circle on the ground rolled up like a tide, and a purple-red moon rose from the middle of the circle, illuminating the entire room.