Looking at the back of Scott leaving, watching him walk out of the room and close the door casually, the old earl breathed a sigh of relief, he looked at the bandages on his chest, only to see that the bandages were gradually stained red by the blackened blood, and he could faintly smell a faint stench.

"What a gaffe!" Shaking his head slightly, the old earl sat down at his desk, meticulously reading the materials, and from time to time writing something with a quill pen.

After dinner, the old count continued his business, when there was a knock at the door.

The quill in the old earl's hand paused slightly, and he shouted calmly and forcefully, "Come in!"

I saw the door creak open, and old Black hurriedly walked in, and said, "Old master, Archmagician Keynes, and Father Andrew, one of the twelve cardinals of the Holy See, have arrived! They heard about the old master from Ikabold Weisna, the branch head of the Magical Society, and are now waiting in the hall, they want to meet you, old master......"

"Oh?" the old earl was slightly stunned, stood up, nodded and said, "Please let them in, as the master, you can't be rude!"

"Yes!"

A few minutes later, the old dean and Father Andrew were led to the room by Old Black.

Touching the brim of his hat with his hand, the old dean smiled and said, "It's an honor to meet you, Lord Garric, Count Ogier!

"You're polite," smiling slightly, the old earl performed a noble common etiquette, and said, "As one of the two most famous archmages in the empire, I should be honored to be right!" As he spoke, he glanced at Father Andrew, who was beside the old dean, raised his hand, and said politely, "This should be Archbishop Andrew...... You two may be seated!"

"Thank you!" said the old dean, who sat down on the sofa in the room after the old earl's gesture, "it is so, we have heard about the assassination of the earl from the head of the branch, Ikabold Weiss, and that the arrow carried some unknown poison, so ...... If you don't mind, can you let us see?" he pointed to Father Andrew and said sincerely, "The Holy See's Holy Light Magic has an effect that black magic can't match in terms of healing......"

"I can't say I'm confident, but I can still get rid of ordinary toxins!" said Father Andrew.

"Yes......" The old earl thought for a moment, nodded and said something inexplicable.

"Well, then I beg your pardon!" said him, untying the bandages one by one with the help of old Blake.

"Huh!" Originally, he didn't understand the old earl's words, but after seeing the other party's wounds, the old dean couldn't help but gasp, only to see that the old earl's wound had begun to collapse, black blood, pale green pus, almost rotten flesh, coupled with the uncontrollable stench, what kind of toxin was it, it festered to such an extent in just two or three days.

"Has the toxin spread?" said Father Andrew, frowning as he stood up to examine the old earl's injuries, when he stumbled and sat back on the couch.

"Huh?" said the old earl, looking at Father Andrew's strange appearance, "Are you injured?"

"Ah," said Father Andrew, shaking his head with a wry smile, laughing at himself, "an old bone is no match for a young man, no way!" As he said as he struggled to his feet, examining the old earl's injuries, and after a few minutes he frowned, "Sure enough, this is a very rare toxin...... Well, it's more of a curse than a toxin, a bit like a plague, but more serious than that......"

"Can't it be eliminated?" asked the old dean with a frown.

"This ...... I'll try it!" As he spoke, Father Andrew put his hand on the old earl's wound, only to see that he closed his eyes slightly, and his hand exuded a peaceful milky white energy.

Unfortunately, it seemed that even the Holy Light could not eliminate this toxin, and after a few minutes of hard work, Father Andrew shook his head apologetically, and with a deep sense of regret, said, "Sure enough...... It's not a toxin, it's an irreversible spell, a spell that is different from magic......"

"What does that mean?" asked Old Blake in astonishment.

"That's right," looking at the old earl's severely festering wound, the old dean sighed and said, "As magicians, we rely on the magic we rely on, we call it [magic power], because this power first came from demons, human beings themselves do not have this kind of power, some life species, born with this kind of power, and compared to us human magicians, their power is purer, closer to the original power, we call it [source power], referring to the power of the source, demons, elves, and demon gods......" As he spoke, he paused, sighed and said, "According to my guess, the one who attacked the Earl, if there is no mistake, should be one of the ancient demon gods, [the archer who will bring bad luck - Lelagin]!"

"Ancient Demon God?" Both the old earl and old Blake were stunned by the old dean's words.

"Yes," nodded, the old dean frowned and said, "Maybe it is a rather distant era, in this world, seventy-two demon gods with incredible power have been born, they have been sealed for various reasons, it is said that they are the servants of a certain god, specifically, the literature does not record......" As he spoke, the old dean took out a seemingly ancient magic document from the salute he carried, flipped it to a certain one, pointed to the picture on it and said, "...... Lelagin's arrows, without exception, will hit the target, as long as Lelagin sees his face, no matter where he flees, he will not be able to avoid the deadly arrows...... His arrows have toxins attached to them that cannot be eliminated, and the wounds of those who hit them will fester......"

"Heh!" said with a faint smile, and the old earl re-wrapped his bandage and smiled a little, "I remember that I seem to have heard similar rumors, but I am surprised that His Excellency, as a respected archmage, would believe such a ridiculous rumor......"

"Is it ridiculous?" "I don't want to offend you, but I have to say - rumors that feel ridiculous to you, the demon god, we have already met him, on the way to Alicock!"

"Huh?"

Meanwhile, the children who had eaten dinner were chatting in the room where Alan was resting, and Scott did not show up, and he seemed to be confused about what was going on, and went back to his room early to rest.

Looking at his listless appearance, Lerella's eyes were full of unbearability, in the school celebration a year ago, the three girls met the three of Soth, and after that, Lerella was full of affection for this strict and polite boy.

As the old count said, Scott was excellent in every way, both as a magician and as a nobleman, and especially because of his natural temperament and polite attitude, he attracted Lyreella.

Compared to his two roommates, Scott has neither extraordinary talent nor great strength, his strength comes from a wealth of knowledge, from his hard work, and of course, Scott's innate ability to memorize cannot be ignored.

"Alas!" sighed slightly, and Lyrela said worriedly, "I hope nothing will happen to Lord Earl, or Scott will ......"

"Don't worry!" Lavia, who was sitting next to Lyrela, patted the back of her partner's hand and said in relief, "Everything will be fine!"

"I hope so......" Lyreira sighed secretly.

"But......" Glancing at Lavia and then at Lyreira, Lisa muttered, "Is there a problem with Soth......?

"That guy ......" At the mention of that person, Lavia's eyes couldn't help but show a look of anger, and said coldly, "Since you don't want to come back, then never come back!"

"Ive," patting the back of Lavia's hand, Lyreira comforted her, "Maybe it's not like you think, maybe Soth and Dia-senpai are just stuck somewhere, you know, in such a big snowstorm, they can't even see the road clearly, and when the snow stops, they will naturally come back......"

"Hmph! better he never comes back!"

Looking at the angry Lavia, Lyrela and Lisa glanced at each other and shook their heads helplessly.

As Lyreira had said, Thos and Dia were indeed trapped in the cabin, after all, the blizzard came so suddenly and so ferociously that they had to take shelter in the cabin for a while.

In addition to them, there was a young vampire named Ulrik Vlad in the cabin...... Unlike the other vampires, this young vampire did not show any dissatisfaction after being threatened by Soth, but stood up very cooperatively and prepared to leave the cabin, which undoubtedly surprised Soth and Dia...... Looking at the other party's sad face, Dia couldn't bear to say, "Wait, there's such a big snowstorm outside, if you just go out like this-you can stay here, but I hope you ......"

As if sensing Dia's concerns, the young man named Ulrik shook his head with a wry smile and said politely, "Thank you very much for your kindness, but I will cause you unnecessary trouble by staying here......" As he spoke, he glanced at Soth, whose meaning was obvious.

"Soth......" Dia whispered as she looked at Soth with an inquiring gaze, "He doesn't seem to have any ill intentions......"

Indeed, not only Dia, but even Thus could see that this young vampire named Ulrik was very special, and he didn't seem to have the intention of harming others at all, even if he was burned by the holy light power on the back of Thos's hand just now, he didn't show half of his fierce eyes, and he seemed to be a very gentle person...... Well, it's a vampire with a very mild surname.

Looking deeply at Ulrik, Soth grabbed his hair and threatened in a languid tone, "I hope nothing unfriendly happens, or ......"

"Of course!" Ulrike smiled slightly and said respectfully, "Thank you very much for your kindness, as soon as the snow stops, I will leave immediately, and it will definitely not cause you any trouble, trust me......" As he spoke, he glanced at Dia and said sincerely, "Of course, please don't be afraid of this kind young lady, I won't hurt you, on the contrary, I am often troubled by my identity as a vampire......"

"Huh?" Dia looked confused.

Sitting back at the campfire, Ulrik glanced at Soth and Dia, and said with a wry smile, "Trust me, no one is proud to be a vampire, at least except me - I was just an ordinary person like you before......"

"Speaking of which......" Dya said in surprise, looking at Ulrik in amazement, "I beg my pardon, is your surname Vlad?"

Shaking his head with a wry smile, Ulrik said with a strong self-deprecation, "Do even the children know about my father's notoriety? Yes, my surname is Vlad......

"Father?" Glancing at Ulrik in shock, Dia said incredulously, "You wouldn't be the son of Count Vlad in history, would you?"

"Hmm?" said Ulrique, looking up in surprise, "yes, I'm my father's youngest son, what's wrong?"

"Of course," said Dia, holding back the surprise in her heart, "we did hear of Count Vlad, but that was only in the historical documents, at least a few hundred years ago......"

"How many hundred years?" Ulrik was stunned, looked at Soth, then at Dia, and said in amazement, "You mean it's hundreds of years now, not 172?"

"It's the year 404," Soth said lightly, glancing at Ulrique, "New calendar!"

"So," said Dia hastily after Soth's words, "at least six hundred years or so......"

"Six hundred years...... "Ulrik smiled bitterly, "So I've been asleep for so long......" he said, he glanced at Soth, and sighed, "I'm still surprised by what happened just now, it's not our time anymore......"

Looking at Ulrique, who couldn't stop sighing, Dia said carefully, "If you don't mind, can you satisfy our curiosity......?

"Ah," Ulrike explained in a low voice, as if sensing Dia's confusion, "I don't know, I just know that when I opened my eyes, the castle I lived in had been destroyed, and the cold weather in Waldrum forced me to look for a place to shelter temporarily, you know, the cold is as deadly for a vampire as fire......"

"Do vampires freeze too......" Dia muttered to herself, then as if she had thought of something, she said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to......"

"Please don't worry, kind young lady," Ulrike said, shaking his head nonchalantly and smiling, "believe me, I'm also troubled by this status......"

"Huh, didn't you become a vampire of your own volition, and weren't you seduced by the devil?"

"Demon, what is that?" Ulrik smiled dumbly, shook his head, and said, "It's not a demon, it's my ......father who made those alchemists turn me into a vampire," he said, glancing at the consternation on Dia's face, and said with a wry smile, "I was born with a disease, and it is said that I will not live to be twenty-eight years old, so I ...... It may be said that it is semi-voluntary, after all, life is precious, and even more so for me - because of that disease, I can only stay in the castle for a long time, and the bard or something, it is too far away for me......"

"Bard?"

"Oh, it's rude, I haven't mentioned it yet, my ambition is to be a bard, to all parts of the world, to leave my footprints in every corner...... Hehe, it's ridiculous, I've always wanted to look around, but ......"

"Giggles, bard......" Dia couldn't help but smile, even though Soth was a little less wary of the young vampire.

To tell the truth, this guy on the other side looks like an extremely ordinary aristocratic young man, and he is a very docile aristocratic young man.

Glancing at Ulrik, Soth frowned and said, "How did you become a vampire without relying on the power of demons?"

"I don't know about that," Ulrike shook his head and recalled, not minding being a bloodthirsty man, "I just remember that my father had been secretly studying vampires......"

"Were there vampires hundreds of years ago?" said Dia, surprised.

"yes," Ulrike nodded, recalling, "a man who had gained his powers from demons, and who had killed quite a few people, a very crazy fellow, who had bitten many innocent soldiers and turned them into reviled werewolves......"

"Wait," interrupted Ulrik, and Soth frowned, "Are you sure you're talking about vampires?"

Ulrik smiled slightly and said politely, "Please don't worry, listen to me...... You guessed it, my father wanted to study the werewolf at first, because the werewolf was too strong, but somehow, the blood drawn from the werewolf a year later lost the ability to make a person a werewolf, and instead became a more evil vampire - before that, vampires were just a legend that was quite old to us, but after that, vampires appeared in large numbers - For the sake of research, the alchemists turned large numbers of people into vampires until they were sure they had mastered the technique......"

"Do you study vampires?" Dia glanced at Soth casually, and said secretly in her heart, it seems that the vampires encountered in the castle are what he said...... Glancing deeply at Ulrik, Soth whispered, "Werewolves you are talking about...... Is it Jean Connell?"

"Hmm...... Seems like that, have you heard of this crazy guy?"

Glancing at Ulrik with a bit of a speechlessness, Soth flicked the firewood from the campfire and said in a deep voice, "And what about your father......?

As if sensing Soth's thoughts, Ulrik shook his head and said wistfully, "Unfortunately, I didn't find my father's coffin......"

"Wooden coffin?" Dia asked in surprise.

"Yes," Ulrik said, looking down a little embarrassed, and laughing at himself, "When I opened my eyes, I found myself lying in a wooden coffin, and I just remember that a couple of alchemists took me to a room at that time, and my father was there, and my father told me about vampires...... After an inner struggle, I chose to become a vampire who represents evil, because I really wanted to leave that castle and see all corners of the world......"

"Oh my God, that's incredible...... Dia muttered, apparently referring to Ulrik's purpose of volunteering to become a vampire, a wish that would be simple for ordinary people.

"Quite a stupid choice, right," Ulrike shook his head with a wry smile before he said wistfully, "There are things you haven't experienced and can't understand...... My short life as a human being was spent in bed, and from the window of the bed I could see the garden behind the castle, and this is what I know about the world......"

"What an unfortunate past," Dia sighed uncontrollably, and then, as if remembering something, asked in surprise, "Excuse me, are you the only one?" I mean, the ...... who woke up from the coffin."

"No," Ulrike said, shaking his head, "I'm the last to wake up, and when I open my eyes, the coffins are empty......"

"The coffins?"

"Empty?" Dia and Soth asked.

"Yes," said Ulrique, shrugging his shoulders, "there are at least one or two hundred wooden coffins......

Glancing at the jumping flames in the campfire, Soth said coldly.

"That means at least one or two hundred vampires have escaped the ruins of that abandoned castle and wandered around here, right?"

"I guess so......" Ulrike nodded in agreement.

At the same time, in an eerie and unknown place, five men in wide black cloaks were sitting at a round table talking...... "Everyone," at the round table, one of them was holding a letter and whispered in an old voice, "Just received a magic letter from Poole......

"Oh, did that man Argus do anything again?" the other sneered, "that man is not trustworthy, you should warn that kid Poole not to get too close to that man!"

"Hehe, Poole is a good boy, he will know how to do it, and we old fellows don't need to say anything," said the owner of the old voice, raising the letter and smiling, "Argus has succeeded in stirring up chaos in the Northeast, and after Jacob Sembles and Brownhill, Garrick will inevitably fall back into chaos......"

"Hmm, Argus even killed that old fellow from Avery Ogier?" the other four couldn't help but be moved.

"Hmm!" nodded the owner of the old voice, and said in a deep voice, "Not only that, but Argus has seriously injured Gretel Keynes......"

"Grand Magician Gretel Keynes?" one of them suddenly became breathless.

"Well, Poole has no reason to deceive us," said the owner of the old voice, glancing at the crowd present, "It's time, my compatriot, the two most prestigious great magicians in the Empire, one is missing, the other is seriously wounded, it's time for us to get out of this dark corner and take back everything we have from the Empire and from the dark magicians! That guy Argus has been promised by Prince Gran, who promises that he will give us all we want as long as we choose to support him on the throne." ......”

"It's finally going to begin......

"The moment that our ancestors have been waiting for generations......"

"And what about the first step?"

Glancing at all the people present, the owner of the old voice slapped the table heavily and said in a deep voice, "In ten days, Prince Theo will return to Sassen from Lorne Fortress, and at that time, all eyes will be on the Royal City of Sasson, and what we have to do is to take the opportunity to destroy Heliriox and raze Vandor to the ground!"

"Heliryochs?"

"Yes, now there are not many outstanding dark mages in Heliriox, as long as you destroy it, you can control the Imperial City of Sassen...... We have heard that Prince Glenn has gained the trust of the Vice-President of the Royal Society of Magic, and Jerry Belfort will acquiesce in our actions...... Compatriots, the time for vengeance has come! The era of the Dark Mage is over, and we will return to this world and take back everything we deserve!...... Vote, everyone!"

"I support it!"

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

(To be continued)