Chapter 230 Blood Slave
"Someone from Odysseus' territory?"
When Viscount Darcy heard that his second son Adams had a visitor, he immediately summoned the butler to inquire.
Lord Charles Rex, who is on and off with the local nobles, the visiting delegation of the Odysseus family with an unclear stance, and the uncertain fate of the Bartles family... At this critical juncture when undercurrents are surging, Viscount Darcy is very worried that his incompetent second son will do something stupid and bring disaster upon himself.
"Yes, Master." The butler replied respectfully, "Simpson Ollie, his family is engaged in the shipping industry in Port Moses. Master Adams once mentioned that he met Mr. Simpson at the Grand Theater in Port Moses, about two years ago when the 'Red Queen' was performing in Port Moses."
Viscount Darcy said "Oh".
The "Red Queen" is a well-known opera singer in the Rhine Kingdom. Her photos are often published in magazines in the royal capital, and she is very popular among young people - of course, only young people from middle-class families or above. The lower classes cannot develop such an elegant and expensive hobby as listening to opera.
Friends made through opera appreciation are always better than those made in casinos and brothels. However, Viscount Darcy thought about it and couldn't remember any nobles named Ollie in the Odysseus territory, so he asked, "Which family are the Ollie family from?"
Since they are not nobles but can run the shipping industry, there is only one conclusion: this family is the white glove of a noble.
"I heard that the previous owner of the Oli family was once the coachman of Count Odysseus." said the butler.
Viscount Darcy said "Oh" again.
If we were to say who the nobles trusted most besides their immediate blood relatives, it would probably be their valet and coachman.
With this relationship with Count Odysseus, it is not surprising that the Oli family was able to rise from the common people... Of course, it is very likely that the Oli family's assets are actually the private property of Count Odysseus, and their family is just managing it on behalf of others.
Since they were not a respectable family, Viscount Darcy had no intention of inviting anyone to show his closeness. He just asked the butler to entertain the guests well.
Simpson Ollie, whose ancestor used to be a groom for the earl, had no idea that his "family background" had been discovered by the Darcy family's butler. After meeting Adams, he was taken to the local equestrian club for young masters by this older playboy who only had pleasure in his mind.
Horse riding, polo and hunting are enduring entertainment activities in the aristocratic social circles of the Rhine Kingdom. Families like the Darcy family, who rank among the most prominent in Innadri, run and maintain horse farms, hunting grounds and related private clubs in order to ensure their status in the social circle.
Of course...the equestrian club run by Adams, the second young master of the Darcy family, is not just a gathering of equestrian enthusiasts.
This club, hidden in an ordinary-looking villa in the Granser District of the West City, is the last "holy place" for young men who have no place to have fun after the club district was completely closed down. This is how the excited Adams introduced it when he pulled Simpson out of the carriage.
As soon as they entered the door, Simpson Ollie and Adams Darcy were overwhelmed by young women dressed coolly.
This made Simpson want to laugh.
Although he looked much younger than Adams Darcy, he was actually old enough to be Adams' grandfather. He knew exactly what Adams was planning... It was simply that when they first met at the Grand Theater in Port Moses, this young man failed to gain the upper hand in the conversation and wanted to save face in the field he was good at.
After adjusting his lower facial muscles, Simpson appropriately showed a little surprise and novelty, and in front of Adams and his group of friends who had been spending a long time in this smoky house, he showed some nervousness and embarrassment that young people could not hide when trying to save face. Adams, the country aristocrat who was eager to show himself, was indeed very satisfied and laughed continuously.
After the men and women in the room were drunk and no longer paid much attention to Simpson, the "guest from Moses Port", Simpson left temporarily on the pretext of going to the bathroom.
Entering the luxurious bathroom whose decoration style also exudes the temperament of country aristocrats, Simpson's slightly intoxicated eyes instantly became clear.
It was already dark, and there were few pedestrians on the lighted streets of Granser, with only the occasional horse-drawn carriage passing by.
Simpson turned on the faucet, opened the toilet window with the sound of water, and climbed out lightly and nimbly.
This single-family villa is three stories high and has more than twenty rooms. It is more than twice the size of the middle-class townhouse across the scenic lake. Add to that the frequent gatherings of the "private equestrian club", and it would be impossible to handle it without a dozen servants.
Simpson knew very well what kind of servant could have a sudden change of personality or even disappear without arousing suspicion from his master.
Simpson quickly crossed the courtyard along the corner of the wall with ghostly movements. His presence was particularly weak in the dark and he arrived at the woodshed in the backyard silently.
The likable servants can serve their masters in a warm big house, while the marginalized servants can only do hard labor in places where their masters can't see - for example, now, when people in the house are laughing and talking, there is a stoker who is alone in front of the woodshed boiling hot water.
Simpson stood in the darkness and observed for a while, making sure there was no third person around, then quietly approached the dusty fireman.
An ancient dagger took the life of the unfortunate servant.
Simpson took out a handkerchief and wiped the blood off the dagger, then threw the handkerchief into the fire.
The vampires don't take everyone's blood. Simpson has no interest in the blood of such a lowly person.
Then, the "guest" from Moses Port squatted down and put his fingers on the wound on the fire servant's neck.
A drop of dark red, sticky blood oozed from his fingertips and seeped into the servant's wound.
The fatal wound was not particularly hideous, but due to the infiltration of this drop of strange blood, it healed on its own...
A few seconds later, the servant who had just died, with his eyes wide open in horror, suddenly blinked.
Then... the resurrected servant stiffly climbed up from the messy ground and bowed to Simpson.
"Clean up here, go find Joey Rachel and keep an eye on him." Simpson ordered the freshly-minted "blood slave".
The blood slave maintained a deep bow until Simpson retreated into the darkness, then he squatted down and slowly and mechanically picked up the straw and wood stained with his blood on the ground and stuffed them into the stove.
After cleaning the scene, the blood slave seemed to have adapted to his new body. When he left the house, his movements were very agile and coordinated, just like a living person.
The Granser District is one of the best districts in Innadri City. The families living here must have an annual income of at least 150 gold coins to be able to afford servants. After nightfall, if someone who looks like a servant passes by on the road in a hurry, it will not arouse anyone's suspicion.
As the blood slave walked quickly out of the Granser district, the security guards patrolling the street just glanced at it casually and turned their eyes away - it was not uncommon for people in the Granser district to send servants to run errands at night.
The Mary Street Market, which is popular during the day, is quite deserted after nightfall, with only a few pubs selling cheap drinks and a grocery store at the end of the street open.
When the blood slave passed by the Mary Street Market, the drinkers sitting in the tavern had not drunk too much and were discussing topics that concerned them enthusiastically - such as how many of the young and beautiful female clerks in the City Hall had a special relationship with Lord Rex, or whether Lord Rex would reuse the city defense forces that had been dismissed and then recruited again.
This is also a major characteristic of urban people. Even if their lives are not much better than those of rural people, they will believe without a doubt that they have a say in everything.
The blood slave certainly didn't care about what the drinkers were discussing and walked past the door of the tavern without even looking at them.
At this moment... a group of players who had been wandering around the city for more than an hour (in-game time), looking for quest monsters and getting impatient, just happened to come out of the alley next to the tavern.
When they reached the street where there were lights and human NPCs active, this group of swearing players casually cast an identification spell.
The player's identification skill is a modified version of the detection spell. In order to make it look like a skill in the game, Yang Qiu also added a lot of auxiliary instructions. It is a unique (compared to the original version in the other world) enhanced skill that is more carefully maintained and improved than the player's professional skills. It is more practical than the detection spell.
The identification technique cannot detect disguised vampires (it is hard for Yang Qiu himself to find out the vampires hiding in the crowd), but it should be no problem to detect blood slaves.
The original detection spell of identification is fully called "biological detection spell", and blood slaves are not biological creatures!
Not to mention the enhanced identification skills after the magic modification, even if a native mercenary unfolds a scroll with detection spells, he can distinguish blood slaves from living people - the only problem is whether a normal mercenary would be willing to take out a magic scroll with a maximum use limit and sweep the streets.
The player who had spent a long time identifying the citizen NPC was so shocked that he just casually swept out the target and said, "Fuck!"
"Blood Slave (Vampire Servant)"
"LV2"
"An undead monster created by a vampire who applies blood essence to fresh corpses."
"Guaranteed drop: Bloodline Essence (rare)"
“Possible drops: Inferior Magic Residue (Common), Pure Magic Residue (Rare).”
"Damn, it's not a vampire? What the hell is a blood slave?" As the team leader Chenmi Xuexi said this, he rushed forward with red eyes and weapons in hand like a mad dog.
"At least we have gained something. Finding the blood slaves means we are not far from finding the vampires!" Teammate Sang Yeluo's sprinting speed was no slower than that of Shenmi Xuexue. He shouted excitedly, "Level 2 monsters will drop rare materials. Vampire monsters are really fat!"
"Yes, yes, it's so fat!" The other teammates also shouted like this and pounced on the blood slave happily.
A blood slave resurrected with the essence of the blood of the vampires certainly cannot be at the level of a "secondary monster".
The biggest problem is... this blood slave has been resurrected for less than half an hour, and the time for its body coordination and synchronization is only more than twenty minutes.
Just like a newborn lamb that has just learned to stand firmly and move with its limbs in coordination with its mother sheep, the blood slave ran into the knife edge of a player who was furiously searching for vampires all over the city...
The boasting drinkers in the tavern were so excited that their faces flushed with joy, and they watched in amazement at close range how ferociously the undead who seemed to be wandering around the city harmlessly could chop people down.
When more than a dozen undead surrounded and hacked the "innocent" unlucky guy who was suddenly attacked while walking on the road, the tables of patrons who were crowded in the not-so-wide storefront of the tavern all retreated to the innermost part of the storefront, huddled together and trembled.
It was not until more than half a minute later that the terrified drunkards discovered that the "innocent unlucky guy" who was surrounded and hacked by the undead not only did not bleed a drop of blood, but instead exaggerated gray dust floated from the places where he was hacked. Only then did they realize that something was wrong.
After about a minute, the undead ended the battle, and no corpses of the blood slaves who were surrounded and hacked were left, all turned into flying ashes.
The brave drunkard gritted his teeth and moved to the door, where he saw the undead digging out a tiny dark red bead from the remaining dust on the road, and then leaving happily.
The drunkards, who couldn't control their mouths after a few drinks, huddled silently inside the door of the tavern, looking at the ashes on the ground that were being blown away by the wind and were becoming less and less until they were almost invisible, and then looking at the group of dead souls that had already "KABAKABA" walked away.
When they sat down to drink again, the group of people all ignored the groundless rumors surrounding Charles Rex, who led the army of the undead, and dragged out the far-away Rhine royal family as a topic of conversation...
Simpson Ollie, who returned to the big house as if nothing had happened and continued to enjoy the gentle countryside with Adams and his friends, suddenly felt a sharp pain in his mind and an unignorable sense of emptiness in the depths of his soul. The connection between the blood slave who had just been resurrected with a drop of blood and his master was instantly severed.
Simpson: “?!”
What's going on? Even if the blood slaves were thrown into the city where the church's holy land is located, they wouldn't be exposed and killed so quickly, right? !
