Leaving the Earl's Court, Castel's guards did not make any more difficult things for Count Jurster.

It wasn't until the Blood Count returned to the messy tavern that he was completely relieved and his mood relaxed a lot.

For some reason, although he did not see a force that could threaten him in the Earl's Palace, since meeting with Count Castel, Jurst had an inexplicable sense of apprehension and pressure.

Even he couldn't tell where the pressure was coming from, but he had a feeling that it might have something to do with the mysterious gods behind Castell.

Maybe...... Just as he was talking to Count Castel, the mysterious deity was spying on him!

Thinking of this, Count Jurst couldn't sit still again.

The task given to him by the Duke is complete.

He's undoubtedly dabbled in the game between legend and myth, and now he just wants to get out of Northport as soon as possible, report everything back to his castle.

"Lord Earl, you're back at last! How's the negotiation going? Can we return to the Falling Star? ”

Seeing Jurst returning unharmed, the tavern owner was extremely excited, nervous and expectant.

Obviously, the head of the underground stronghold of the Nesse blood was afraid that he was frightened by the various arrests of Castel during this time, and now even the tavern was smashed, and now he just wanted to take this opportunity to open up and stay away from the land of right and wrong......

Count Jurst gave him a strange look.

While relaxing, the Blood Count was also a little playful.

I saw him snort and nodded:

"The negotiations went well."

Hearing his words, the tavernkeeper's eyes lit up.

But Jurst took out a pack of Quintana from his arms and stuffed it directly into the boss's hand:

"Fix up the tavern, and you're going to have an even tougher task."

"Huh? Repair the tavern? Aren't you going back? ”

Looking at the Quintana in his hand, the tavern owner was a little dazed.

Count Jurst grinned and said:

"yes, we're going back, but you've got to stay here."

"We are about to work with Castel and need a window of conversation, I am too busy to travel back and forth between the setting star and the crescent moon frequently, and Your Excellency ...... It is necessary to liaise with the Earl's Court as our Ness's representative. ”

With that, Count Jurst took out another communication crystal from his bosom and placed it on the bar of the tavern:

"This is the communication crystal that can contact me, and I will leave it to you for safekeeping."

"But you have to take it, there are not many of these precious magic devices even in the clan."

The tavernkeeper froze for a moment, but in the midst of Jurst's oppressive gaze, he finally put away the crystal.

"Do your best, and if you do it, I will reward you with the blood of the Origin."

Count Jurst said again.

The tavernkeeper's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly said excitedly:

"Thank you, Lord Count! I'll do a good job! Will do a good job! ”

Bloodlines struggle to increase their strength.

And the Origin Blood given by the high-level bloodline is the greatest hope for the low-level bloodline to improve its strength.

After pacifying his clan's stronghold in the North Harbor, Count Jurst left in a hurry.

He had to report to the Duke as soon as possible the contents of his negotiations with the Count of Castel.

"The Duke is really right, the gods behind Castel are probably having some problems in the process of recovering their strength, otherwise...... That young countess wouldn't be so interested in a way to restore her powers! ”

"No wonder her holy emblem has appeared on the mainland for hundreds of years but has never made a name, I am afraid that it has been dormant because of the limitations of strength, and it is only in recent years that she has gradually accumulated some strength......"

"From that point of view, the mysterious god is still a good partner for Ness, after all...... She's a god, but she doesn't seem to be a huge threat! ”

On the Carrick sailing ship, Count Jurst muttered to himself as he wrote on a parchment.

In the cabin, candlelight flickered, and the smoke of blue incense filled the air, exuding a refreshing fragrance.

I have to say that the fleet of his own clan will indeed enjoy it, even the incense in the cabin is high-end goods, and he wants to ask where he bought it.

However, recalling what Count Castel had said about the Blood Demon Order, his interest quickly dissipated, and his brow gradually furrowed again:

"Blood Demon Order...... Hasn't Elder Maxim given up on his plans to work with them yet? ”

"They showed up in the Northland...... Could it be the work of Elder Masim? ”

"No, this matter must also be reported to the Duke as soon as possible!"

Jurst pondered for a moment, picked up his quill and sped up the writing of the report on the parchment, and at that moment there was a soft knock on the wooden door of the cabin:

"Lord Earl, it's time for afternoon tea, and today's refreshments are Blood God Flower Red Wine and Crescent Almond Cake from Luna Island."

Hearing the sound outside the hatch, Yurst subconsciously stopped moving.

Work is important, but life is just as important for the elegant and enjoyable Bloodline.

The Ness Clan can be driven to the country castle by the mortal nobles, but they must not leave behind the daily afternoon tea!

Unless you go to sleep in a coffin.

"Come in."

Count Jurst said abruptly.

The wooden door to the cabin was gently opened, and a young Bloodborn walked in with a tray.

Yulst took a casual look and saw that it was a descendant of one of the escorts to the Northlands.

He can't remember exactly how many generations, it seems to be nine generations, or it may be ten generations, and the strength is close to the second order of the silver moon, which can be regarded as the backbone of the escort team this time.

"Refreshments, Lord Earl."

Bloodline stammered, seeming a little nervous.

Seeing the other party's appearance, Jurst smiled dumbly.

The blood clan is strictly hierarchical, and too many low-level blood clans look like this when they see him.

As an enlightened faction in the clan, he doesn't look at the gap before his identity as much as those stubborn bloodline, but he is also quite helpless about it, and he is used to it.

Jurst covered the parchment, nodded slightly, and gracefully raised his glass.

However, just as he was about to put the red wine in his mouth, he suddenly stopped moving.

The afterglow of his eyes fell to the side, and the bloodline who delivered the refreshments did not leave.

Not only that, but the other party was staring at the red wine in his hand tightly, but his hands under his sleeves were trembling slightly.

The drum-like heartbeat was like a star in the night under Yulst's perception......

Jurst frowned slightly.

He quietly sniffed the red wine in his hand, his expression changed slightly, and he suddenly became gloomy.

I saw him snort lightly, casually slammed the wine glass on the ground, and then pointed lightly, and the bloodline in front of him was suddenly pulled over by an inexplicable force.

In the cabin, the candlelight flickered, the wind was fierce, and the blood was pale and frightened, and was "lifted" into the air by Count Jurst, unable to move.

Jurst looked at him calmly, with mockery in his scarlet eyes:

"Kid, didn't the person behind you tell you that your dense heartbeat can't hide the perception of high-level bloodlines at all?"

"Say, who ordered you to do this?!"

Yurst's voice was loud and threatening.

In front of him, the pale face of the blood descendant trembled and looked frightened.

And just then, a commotion came from outside the cabin, mixed with exclamations, shouting, and screaming.

The surging bloody qi gradually spread, burrowing into Count Jurst's nasal cavity.

Count Jurst's expression changed slightly.

He tossed aside the "lifted" blood, then put away the parchment roll and got up to leave the cabin.

Above deck, there was chaos.

When Jurst arrives here, what he sees is a scuffle.

The Bloodlines who had followed him as a mission were being surrounded by the Bloodlines who were escorting the visit, and the commander was the captain of the entire ship, a Blood Viscount named Zackery.

At this moment, the captain, who was also of Ness Clan blood, was raising his silver sword and stabbing it into the chest of a descendant of Yurst who was following him.

Seeing this, Yulster was furious.

I saw him shout angrily, and casually summoned a shadow tentacle to knock the other party to the ground, and then turned into a cloud of black mist and flashed in front of the surrounded bloodborn, and looked coldly at the escort bloodline besieging them:

"Zachary! Are you crazy? ”

"Ahem......"

Bloodline Captain Zachary got up, glanced at Jurst with a complicated look, and then bowed his head and said:

"Sorry...... Lord Earl, my lord does not want to see Castel's negotiations successful, so ...... I can only ask you to be wronged. ”

Jurst was furious:

"Aggrieved? Is a grievance just raising a sword to a compatriot?! ”

With that, the red light on Yurst's body bloomed, and the pressure rose.

However, at this time, he suddenly felt a pain in his chest, his face turned pale, and he couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of black blood.

His breath suddenly became unstable and fell directly.

Poisoned?

When?

Jurster was stunned.

Looking at his stunned expression, Bloodborn Captain Zachary said in a deep voice:

"Lord Count, don't try to use your power again."

"Inhaling the fragrance of the Flower of Illusory Death, the more you use your extraordinary power, the weaker you become......"

Listening to the captain's words, Count Jurst's expression changed slightly:

"Aroma? Incense ......! You did something in the incense?! ”

Captain Bloodline is noncommittal:

"I'm sorry, Yursteda, but you're an earl after all, and I can only use this dishonorable means to deal with an existence like you."

Count Jurst had an ugly expression.

He snorted coldly and said:

"Zachary, I don't know which old bastard is behind you, but ...... If you think you can deal with a Blood Count by poisoning, then you are underestimating the Count's strength! ”

"I'm going to tie you all up, I'm going to tie you up to the Council of Elders, I'm going to let you and the guys behind you accept the punishment of the clan!"

After saying that, Yurst shouted angrily, and directly forcibly activated his power and exerted his spiritual force field.

However, at this moment, a loud dragon groan suddenly came from the sky.

Long Wei, who had the same origin as the spiritual force field, leaned down and smashed on Yurst's body, and the spiritual force field he forcibly exerted was suddenly frustrated and cracks appeared.

The spiritual force field is connected to the soul, and if the force field is damaged, the soul is also damaged.

Count Jurst's face turned pale, and almost instantaneously spurted out another mouthful of black blood.

He stumbled and almost fell, but was barely able to stand on his feet by the Bloodborns behind him in time.

A huge black shadow enveloped the ship, and a majestic black dragon descended slowly.

Looking at the figure on the dragon's back, shrouded in black robes and wearing the mask of the Demon Eye, Jurst's expression changed slightly:

"Bloodseeker...... Order! ”