"Bane, Bane, Bane......" The Female Bloodborne murmured the name of the Dark King unconsciously. She had been erased of her memories by the female lord Milman, but as a former dark believer, the name "Bane" was still ingrained in her soul, and she would remain a believer in Bane unless she was reborn in death or accepted by other gods.

"You betrayed me, but you can't die like this...... Live, take my mission and lurk beside the Divine Favor of Ogmar...... I can see a lot of things through your eyes that I didn't know before. ”

The voice of the Dark King still echoed in Mahi's mind.

Her lilac pupils burst into a few rays of red light, and gradually, the red light took over the original pupil color, and the color of struggle appeared on the white face of the female blood.

After about ten seconds, Mahi's expression returned to calm. It's just that the temperament between her eyebrows is slightly different from before, her eyes are more agile, and from time to time there is a trace of gloomy thoughts, it seems that the original trickster is back.

"I'm Mahi. Simon! ”

"The proudest new generation vampire of the Simon family!"

Mahi's eerie female voice resounded in the corridors of the castle. The Vampire slowly stood up from the cold floor, subconsciously touched the leather belt around his waist, and then frowned and said displeasedly: "That female lord is so hateful, my 'dead' dagger was actually taken by her...... Alas, Bane decreed that I must lurk at the priest of the Holy Arrival, or I would have taken up my sword and killed him, and returned to Simon. “

Whispering to her mouth, Mahi followed her memories to the castle's master bedroom and locked herself inside.

Unaware of the changes in his personal entourage, Charles is now carrying Anya with him to the Carol Manor next door to Wells Castle.

Literary girl. The starting NPC of the [Magic Painting] quest, Cathy. Carol is the owner of this large ducal estate. Since buying Wells Castle, Charles has been so busy that he can't spare half a day to visit friends at the manor next door.

Now that I'm about to travel, I'm going to be away from Cormier for at least a few months. Charles came to Carol Manor, first to greet them, and secondly to come to the two 'Stones of Ion'.

The aristocratic maiden Cathy inherits the Yaling bloodline passed down from her family. Yaling is a High Elf, the darling of the fairy wilderness, and the contract ritual of using their blood to carry out magic items could not be more perfect.

Manor Hall.

This time, instead of dragging her sick body and curling up in her chair to greet Charles, Cathy stood in the doorway, dressed in a witch's robe, holding a spell book in her hand. From afar, he smiled at Charles and Anya as they walked along the gravel path of the courtyard.

"Pastor Charles......"

The little maid with the freckles on her face bouncing up and down led the way, and it seemed that even the maid was very welcoming to the two Holy Coming guests.

As they got closer, Charles spotted Cathy. Carroll's whole person has changed a lot.

It may be that the elven warlock bloodline in the body has been activated, and the girl's already fair skin is now like mutton fat jade, flowing with a faint fluorescence. Moreover, in her quiet temperament. It also has the dignity and elegance that naturally exudes from higher species.

Charles also noticed the pale golden pupils of her eyes as she stared at her. Yes, Yaling's eyeballs do not have pupils. It can be said that the whole eyeball is pure color, which is obviously different from humans.

If it weren't for the ears hidden in blonde hair and only a few longer than human ears, Charles would have thought that his aboriginal female friend had always been a Yaling.

With a light smile, Cathy welcomed Charles and Anya into the living room, and personally mixed a soothing tea with a strong botanical flavor for each of them. It looks like a witch's alchemical potion.

A few sips of warm tea in the stomach. Shardon felt refreshed, and a steady stream of vitality poured out of his limbs.

"It turned out to be a vitality drink...... "Charles put down his teacup and looked thoughtfully at the green leaves floating inside.

"Charles, this is the elven potion that Grandma Mary gave me. This cup of tea contains a lot of plant life dew, but it's not just the surface. Seeing that Charles was curious about her work, Cathy couldn't help but laugh and said, "Grandma Mary regularly sells a batch of these botanicals, but only professionals who know her well are allowed to come to the manor. The price of one serving, I think about it, seems to be 500 gold coins......"

"500 gold coins each?" Charles couldn't help but be moved, this was almost the price of the blue top alchemy potion, and beyond that, it could only be something of purple quality.

After all, Charles is also an official alchemist, and he has a lot of common language with Cathy, and although Anya doesn't know about alchemy, she is definitely a quiet and good listener.

"I came here to see you."

After chatting about alchemy, Charles turned back to the conversation at the right time and said with a smile: "Tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow, I will start again...... The end is in Waterdeep, and I'll probably have to stay there for a while. ”

"Waterdeep,......" Cathy said with a look of envy, "the City of Radiance, the City of Glory, which is the core area of the entire Northland and the Western Lands, is open and prosperous, with both the Holy Warriors who maintain order and justice, and countless evil believers in action...... People gather in the land of wealth, vying for power, gods seeing the needles spreading their teachings, too much darkness, too much intrigue...... But it's also fun! ”

If it had been more than a month ago, according to Charles's impression of a literary girl, she would never have said such a thing as a deep pool of fun. But she has changed, activating the warlock bloodline in her body, becoming powerful, beautiful and inviolable. So, in Cathy's mind, those thoughts of adventurous travel must have grown stronger.

"I'm leaving tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, I'm in a hurry."

After Cathy finished speaking, his gaze paused on Charles's face, looked at it for a few seconds, and suddenly covered his mouth and smiled: "Actually, you don't have to be so secretive, I know what you want." Charles, as your friend, I'm glad I could help you. ”

Without waiting for Charles to answer, Cathy left his seat and walked out of the hall.

"Others already knew you wanted her blood." As soon as Cathy walked on the front foot, Anya couldn't help but complain, "Look at you, you've hesitated for a long time." ”

Charles shrugged. Blood was a taboo for warlocks, as most warlocks didn't want others to know about his bloodline, let alone have their blood dissected and analyzed.

Now that Cathy had gone to extract his own blood, Charles was bored to sit, so he simply beckoned to the little maid and asked with a smile, "What about Mary Witch?" I want to greet her. ”

Seeing Charles mention Mary, the little maid Ya'er immediately looked down and said, "Grandma Mary was seriously ill and bedridden half a month ago......"

"Seriously ill?"

A high-level spellcaster who is seriously ill and bedridden means that things are over, and Charles said in a solemn tone, "Then I should go and visit Mary Witch." (To be continued......)