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And Kylelius happens to be able to use a very simple method, one that doesn't require any tools or aids, and this method can be carried out thanks to the vampire constitution of Kyleus.

Vampires can first embrace any living creature and give them eternal life, but for dead or dying creatures, even vampires can't bring them back to life or prevent them from dying through the first embrace.

However, for the first embrace of the deceased, there is a very useful effect now, that is, the deceased will always remain in the state before death, and will not decay, and even the various organs and blood vessels of the body will not degenerate. For Kyleus, who now needed to embalm corpses, this method was clearly sufficient.

Therefore, the first thing Kylelius has to do now is to first embrace Lycia, who has no breath. He carried the girl's corpse to the room at the back of the hall, and was so preoccupied with Licia herself that he didn't notice the tail behind him.

The maid Maggie, worried about Kylelius and Lycia, followed the priest into the room at the first time, and then saw a scene that he would never forget, and it also had an immeasurable impact on her heart.

Kylelius gently lowered the girl in her pure white and bloody wedding dress to the bed, as if he were holding not a dead corpse, but just a girl with a peaceful sleeping countenance, and his gentle movements seemed to wake her up from a beautiful dream.

The priest looked at the girl on the bed, reached out and gently brushed the ends of her loose hair, gently touched her face, and a trace of hesitation and remorse flashed in his eyes. Hesitating to turn this perfect girl into a bloodline who will only obey herself, regretting why she didn't tell her everything about herself, so that nothing would happen today.

However, the priest's hesitation did not last long, and he quickly withdrew all superfluous emotions, opened his mouth to the holy maiden, and showed two pairs of sharp and penetrating fangs, and then gently bit down on Lycia's snow-white and delicate neck.

"Poof!"

"Knock knock!"

The quiet room echoed with faint sounds of sucking and swallowing, and this continuous and strange sound made the maid behind her hear it unreservedly.

Kyrlius was so engrossed in saving Lycia's life that he didn't notice the little expressionless expression on Maggie's face behind her, which was now filled with a horrified expression.

She covered her lips with her hands, trying not to make any noise, even though the horror in her heart was almost uncontrollable, she did not allow herself to disturb the ritual that her master was undergoing at this time.

The moment she witnessed all this, the maid understood a lot of things. Although she was only a maid, her knowledge, especially about various strange abilities and races, made her instantly understand the significance of the ritual that was going on in front of her, and how important it was to Lycia's life.

I don't know how long it had been, but Kylelius slowly let go of his blood-stained mouth and withdrew his blood-dripping fangs. He looked at the girl whose face had slightly regained its rosiness and breathed a sigh of relief.

Although she still can't come to her senses, this is enough for Kylelius and Maggie, who is not aware of the situation behind her, at least she has a goal to strive for and pursue.

Even the smallest hope is better than despair.

"Wait for me, Lycia, I'll find a way to wake you up soon, rest for a while, and have a good dream. Kylelius spoke softly in a voice that only he could hear, as if talking to himself, and as if to the girl in front of him.

After saying this, the priest slowly stood up, turned and walked out the door, thinking to himself: 'Now it is time to settle accounts with those who have hurt you, so that you can have a good taste of what it is like to fall into the abyss.' ’

Corresponding to what Kylelius had in mind, the priest's blood-red eyes were full of malice, as if a real killing intent was surging out of him, and the air around him became solemn.

And Maggie, who was shrouded in this malicious aura, had no way to make any movements at this time, whether it was mental or physical. Unable to think about anything, unable to move even a finger, and even the perception of the outside world was cut off in an instant.

Not only were her hands and feet cold and her body stiff, but her body was as if she had been immobilized. Even the mind is chaotic at this time, there is nothing in the mind, it is impossible to think, it is impossible to perceive, and it is not even possible to feel any other emotion other than fear

It was as if she had been abandoned in endless darkness, unable to see, hear, smell, taste, or feel anything, as if she had fallen into a long sleep, like real death and hell.

The emptiness and nothingness of nothing made Maggie who was trapped in it almost driven crazy, and as a Maggie, who had never learned any mysterious powers, she experienced the mystery and horror of the multiverse for the first time.

I don't know how long it took for the maid to recover from her boundless fear, and the violent panting made the two clumps on her chest constantly agitate up and down, and the sweat that had condensed into an oar gave off a strange smell.

The clothes on his body have long been soaked with countless sweats, and they have become extremely transparent and stick to Maggie's graceful body, revealing an incomparable **, but unfortunately no one appreciates it.

And Kyrlius, who was supposed to be there, was now gone. However, Maggie, who had recovered a little, was able to roughly guess where the priest was at this time and what he was going to do.

'I hope Lord Kyrlius is still sane, otherwise they will be in danger even Lord Count.' Maggie thought worriedly as she looked at the empty room except for herself and Lycia.

Maggie then put aside the worry about the Earl in her heart for the first time, after all, since she was a child, the master in her heart is only Lycia, which is also the belief instilled in her by the Earl's family, although she is also worried about the Count and others, but compared with the girl in front of her, it is obviously not enough to compare.

She walked softly to the side of the bed and stood there quietly, staring at Lycia, who was also lying quietly on the bed.

The serene appearance of the girl made anyone want to take care of her, but they did not dare to take a step forward, for fear of offending this sacred, winter rose-like beauty. The 'Winter Rose of Cyprus' is a veritable name at this moment. But apparently neither Kellius nor Maggie were willing to accept this approach.