The heavy stone door of the Harvest Chapel slowly opened with a 'creak', revealing the sun Emlyn Wai had not seen for a long time and the sky beyond.

But this does not symbolize freedom.

The white steps out were blocked by two pitch-black figures. Bishop Utravsky almost filled the space in the doorway, and half a step away was the hateful young man who had been threatening him with a puppet.

There is absolutely no chance of escape.

Emlyn rubbed her hair casually, and looked at the strange 'Night Cultist' with indignation in her crimson eyes: "What do you want me to see?" ”

"I warn you that most of the 'antiques' in the world that dump the pot on our blood clan and say that we have left behind are mostly poor imitations made by scammers."

"If you night churches can't tell the difference......"

Yager walked sideways past Bishop Utravsky, who was blocking the light in front of him, walked over to Emrin, and neatly pulled out the golden pocket watch he had confiscated when he appeared in the world.

In the sunlight, the lid of the pocket watch shines brightly, and even the feather motif engraved on it is delicate.

"It's this."

Emlyn's next words were stuck.

“…… Ah, this seems to be. The Bloodclan rubbed his hands together in embarrassment.

The soft sheen of the shell shows that it is worth a lot.

He awkwardly took the pocket watch, approached the carving with some feminine and innocent red eyes, and blinked.

After carefully looking at it for more than ten seconds, Emlin hesitated and said, "It is indeed Quaternary. Judging from the carving, the content should be a celebration of the grace of the moon...... The style seems to have belonged to Her Majesty's royal painter at the time, His Excellency Duke Ferdinand. ”

"The elders of our blood clan also have a lot of his works." He explained with pride.

Because he usually stays at home, and it is not his turn to educate the newborns of the blood clan, Emlin has learned the history for so many years and no one has confided in him, and it is not until today that there is room for popular science.

So he unknowingly leaked tons of intelligence.

"Our bloodline also has a lot of powerful extraordinary!" Emlyn puffed up his chest and angrily accused Bishop Utravsky next to him, "So wait, someone will come to my rescue!" ”

The priest, who had been standing on the steps, once again wore a compassionate expression and drew a harvest emblem on his chest.

"I'll wait."

His unapprehensive expression once again provoked Emlyn's anger, and the two quarreled again over why the law-abiding Bloods should be locked up.

Truth be told, Mr. White is indeed a pillar of Beckland's society compared to some of the nominal Night Believers.

And the real outlaw fanatic Yager silently raised his eyebrows on the side.

He was not optimistic about the rescuers mentioned by Emlyn......

After all, Bishop Utravsky seems to be Medici's way, the main authority of war.

I'm afraid it's one of the most hand-to-hand extraordinaires in Sequence 5.

But those "elders" of the blood clan are very interesting.

According to the information given by the Goddess of the Night, it is not particularly rare for the Blood Clan to survive for several epochs. Perhaps, one of the elders Emlyn knew.

He thought to himself, and the half-constricted eyelids covered the ill-intentioned evil in the dark eyes.

Speaking of which, since the "Moon Apostle" should be himself, can he verify that he belongs to the sequence through the potion of the blood clan?

"I see." On the surface, Yager continued to bow his head and regained his pocket watch, "Have any of your elders experienced the Quaternary?" Can you help me find out where the Duke Ferdinand's work is going? ”

Medici didn't know the origin of the watch, but he did, and it was said that it had been dropped by some stupid thief.

In this way, it must have been stolen from the collection of some Kindred.

"Also, I want to buy the 'Apothecary' potion recipe from you, I wonder if you want to sell it?"

"I will pay gold pounds for both commissions, and I will come at the market price."

The black-haired young man reversed his style of being quite poor and felt the convenience brought by money.

In Beckland, the golden pound is invincible.

Sure enough, Emlin, who was originally staring at the other side and wanted to refuse mercilessly, heard this, and the corners of his mouth suddenly turned.

A beautiful puppet costume in a shop window in the heart of the city comes to mind......

Emlyn's eyes lit up.

"I can give you the recipe." However, Bishop Utravsky in the rear interrupted that he had also sold the formula to Klein.

This proposal was immediately rejected by the vampires.

"No! You're not short of money! My home is empty because you're empty, and I still need someone to take care of it! ”

Emlyn raised his voice in denunciation.

"I'll sell it all to you, five hundred pounds!"

……

In the middle of the night, after selling the potion recipe to the informant with the Nightwatchman's credentials, Bishop Utravsky seemed to have gotten some news, or perhaps finally decided that his Bloodline was no threat to society and decided to release him.

Emlyn rejoiced, took the gold pounds that the informant had brought with him when he came again in the evening, and returned to his lovely little home.

But he was immediately called away again.

"My grandfather would love to see you." He remembered that Odera, who was holding a banquet every day next door, said this at the time.

Standing on the second floor of the banquet hall, Emlyn looked dissatisfiedly at the dancing people below, pouting, completely unable to understand their dedication to staying up late and love.

What's the point?

He took a sip of the scarlet liquid from his goblet.

Don't get me wrong, although there are quite a few Bloodlines in Beckland, and they can even form a banquet like tonight's, they are all quite law-abiding. Today's food was obtained by the Odra family, who run the hospital, through phlebotomy 'therapy'.

Just as Emlyn was thinking about the host of the banquet at the alarm clock, Audra happened to come over: "White, my grandfather is awake. ”

Emlyn put down the goblet slightly crampedly, straightening the collar: "Okay." ”

Odra's grandfather, Nibes Odra, was one of the people Yager wanted to know who had lived in the Quaternary period.

The long years had made the Lord Nibes decay and unable to move, and he had to spend his last days lying in a black iron coffin in the middle of the ornate room.

The heavy coffin made of black iron is inscribed with various symbols and magical symbols representing the moon.

"Emlyn White, do you know why I summoned you?" In the gloomy basement of the mansion, the voice of the old man peeked through the partition of the coffin.

"You want to preserve the glory of the Bloodline and punish the Harvest Bishop for me." Emlin replied without hesitation.

“.”

The room suddenly fell silent.

Obviously, the blood clan in the coffin didn't have this idea, and some of the stunned young people were too straight.

Even the elders didn't expect this stubble.

However, after the old man's voice choked for a moment, he immediately skipped the topic with a smile based on his hundreds of years of experience: "This is one of the purposes, but it is not for me to help you. ”

"I have just received the revelation of the first ancestors."

He said that the end was near. You, Emlyn White, are the key to this. ”

"Pray to the 'Fool', the Fool who has recently had a revered name, that this will bring opportunity for the revival of our Bloodline! You can also achieve your own goals. ”

"But be vigilant! Patriarch's Will: Do not disclose information about the Moon Apostle to anyone! Including this 'fool'. ”

Emlyn's expression at the door suddenly changed from doubtful life to stunned, and he whispered almost dumbly:

"Huh?"

"But, but. I've already said it today."

(End of chapter)