"What's going on here?"

The curtain on the stage was still burning, because there was no noise distraction, the 'boom' of the flames became clearly audible, and like most of the police in the plane, the garrison of the harbor was belatedly arrived when the chaos was about to subside, and given the quality of the Simon garrison, this did not seem to be surprising, if it weren't for the fact that the leader of this team of guards was a little special, I'm afraid the guard would not be here.

"You're Mr. Diesel?"

The captain of the harbor guard, Giggs, was shocked when he saw the young wizard with a heavy expression, and when he saw the woman in the wizard's arms, he immediately cheered up: "This is Lady Vika?"

"Mr. Captain Giggs?" Penny remembered the man, but he couldn't bother to greet him right now, his all-purpose antidote was obviously ineffective against the vampire's special poison, and his intermittent breathing and heartbeat told Penny that she could die at any moment: "Where's the nearest priest?"

Giggs's expression was very serious, and he knew that this time had to be concise: "Seven hundred yards to the east, in the market area, the blind real church, is the nearest and largest church from here. ”

The wizard nodded, but before he could thank him, he guided a flying spell and flew as fast as he could to the east.

...... Vampires are a species with strong vitality.

For other creatures, after losing all their bodies below the chest, they would definitely not be able to die anymore, but as a darling of the dark forces, the vampire's strong life force allows them to survive in this situation - as long as they don't suffer further fatal blows.

As a high-ranking vampire, Lavinia was even more vigorous, and when her descendant Basti Duncan found her, she was left with only half of her torso - even the last remaining half of her torso was still riddled with holes, a large fissure that swept across her left flank and right neck, exposing the charred lobes of her lungs.

But she's still alive.

Her wounds swriggled and healed under the dark power—it was the night the Bloods loved.

Her vocal cords, which had healed enough to even make her speak hoarsely, opened her pupils, which had become pale from excessive blood loss: "Deng ...... Quick, get me out of here......"

"Yes, sir. Duncan smiled wickedly as he lifted the remaining small half of Lavinia's body.

Although the sharpness of her senses had been greatly reduced due to the loss of blood, the smile was still noticed by Lavinia, and an ominous omen immediately rose from the depths of her mind.

As a blood relative of a low-level vampire, a high-level vampire can largely control the will of a low-level vampire, but in many cases, a significant number of high-level vampires will lose control of their descendants.

Especially when the object of the high-level vampire's initial embrace is a guy who has great power in itself, if the power of the initial object exceeds that of the vampire itself, then it will be difficult for the high-level vampire to control such a descendant, and many incidents of descendants killing relatives appear in such a situation.

That's why vampires never give their first hugs to guys who are too terrifying.

Needless to say, the initial embrace of a guy who is too strong, even if the initial embrace is a wizard apprentice who is not very powerful, there is still a certain danger to high-level vampires - any spellcaster who has been trained by orthodox mages, no matter how weak their strength, most of them have a special surname that makes vampires extremely afraid - far more than the will and mental power of ordinary people.

This makes it difficult for high-ranking vampires to detect the thoughts of such descendants in time.

Of course, the subtle influence of the vampire celestial surname and the controlling authority formed by the powerful power of high-level vampires will reduce this dangerous surname to a very low level, and ordinary high-level vampires also tend to have some 'not so useless' guys as their servants at the beginning, and it seems not so unacceptable to take a little insignificant danger, but with Lavinia's current miserable situation, it is obviously difficult to maintain her authority.

Her nerves, which had been highly dulled by the decay of power, sensed danger, but before she could act, Duncan had already thrown her out with all her might, and she felt the air around her quickly become hot—her body was falling towards the burning opera house.

"Damn it!, stop!" and only then did she have time to issue an edict to the souls of her descendants.

But it's too late.

With a wicked smile on his face, Duncan, immobilized by the shout, watched as Lavinia's half-cut body fell into the fire pit - without all protection, a vampire injured to that extent was obviously impossible to survive the flames, as evidenced by a hoarse, high-pitched scream and countless smoke-like dark forces escaping from it.

Now he's free.

Following the rules of vampires, the smoke of dark power that escaped from it continued to fly towards his body, and he took a deep breath, his body crackling as the mist seeped into his body.

Finally he closed his eyes, let out a long sigh of satisfaction, and turned his neck, and the pleasant sound of bones rattling made him feel very pleasant, and this was the feeling of power.

Freedom, not enough.

And revenge.

He opened his eyes, paused for a moment in the clear moonlight, looked at the burning opera house, and finally shook his head.

Inadequate...... The strength is still not enough.

Crack~ A black smoke appeared next to Duncan, his eyelids jumped, and he turned his head to look at the female vampire who came out of the fog.

"Uh...... I don't know what to call this ...... My lord?" the female vampire looked at Duncan for a moment and frowned, "Oh...... The Duke wants to see you. ”

"Lord Duke?" Duncan's smile grew brighter, but a deep awe of the name made him unhappy.

It seems that there is still a long way to go if you want complete freedom.

So he made a flattered look and spread his hands: "Ah, this is really a supreme honor, I am so excited to meet the great Duke, you can lead the way quickly!"

"Okay, please come over here. The female vampire nodded slightly, turned into a bat, and waved her wings at the pale moon.

...... Penny knocked through the guards blocking the doorway and shouted loudly to the priest, although this behavior was very rude, but the identity of the person who came to ask for help was very sensitive, and some priests in the temple immediately took action, carrying Vika to the healing hall with all hands and feet, and various healing spells were applied to her.

"It's a real danger, this gentleman, if someone hadn't used the antidote on her, or if she had been half a minute late, she would have been dead by now. When the treatment was over, the middle-aged priest in charge of the divine art wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead and said to the wizard with a frown.

"How is she now?" Although the deadly gray-purple color on Vika's skin began to fade under the influence of the divine magic, the rise and fall of her chest was still intermittent and irregular, which obviously did not reassure Penny.

"Calm down, calm down, sir, we have pulled out the toxin, she is no longer in danger of life, but the damage that the venom has done to her body is not so easy to recover, she needs to rest for a while, at least for the next day, do not move her body. The pastor was relieved, "Rest assured, she's safe." ”

"Safe?" Penny breathed a sigh of relief, then shook his head, looked through the door, and fell on the outer hall of the temple, which had been a mess when he rampaged in, and bowed to the priest a little ashamedly, "I'm sorry for the trouble here, but I hope you can understand my eagerness." ”

"It's nothing, human life matters, and my lord doesn't care about these minutiae. The priest returned the salute and pointed to the icon placed in the corner of the room: "If you feel rude, you may wish to convey your apologies directly to our host." ”

The wizard's expression became serious, and he bowed solemnly to the icon, and looked up to see the appearance of the icon, a one-eyed and majestic old man on crutches, and he frowned slightly, feeling that the lord seemed to be a little familiar, but he could not remember that the god had such a face.

As a wizard, it was not unacceptable to be sloppy about the study of the gods at times, but it was undoubtedly an irreverent thought here, and he was ashamed to think that it was thanks to the priest here that Vika's life was preserved, and he bowed to the icon a few more times more seriously.

The priest was undoubtedly satisfied with this piety, and he nodded, reciting the words from the canon and walked to the other bedside—there were many more patients to be treated, and the wizard sat down beside Vika's bed, gently squeezing her hand.

There was a cold feeling without heat in his hand, and although he knew that the priest here would not lie, he still couldn't let go of the worry in his heart, and he took the cold hand with both hands and put it in front of him.

Such an action seemed to be able to convey a little bit of life in the past, her eyelids trembled slightly, and her mouth spat out a vague call, even if Penny tried hard, he could only hear a vague one: "Sedan...... Penny...... Hiccol...... Claude ......"

The wizard frowned, one of these four names sounded very unfamiliar, but in the past twenty years of Vika's life, it was obvious that the people she had met could not be all familiar to Penny, and what attracted the wizard's attention more was Vika's voice.

It was vague and faint, but it undoubtedly indicated that she was getting better, and Vika's next murmur from his nose made his nostrils sour:

"I love you ......"

He grabbed her hand harder, pressed it tightly against his forehead.

A pair of eyes quietly looked at Penny in the doorway, but the wizard who was so focused on Vica was clearly unaware that - even though his perception had always been keen.

Her eyes were filled with sadness and pain, but as time passed, she gradually turned into a numbness and relief, she blinked, and wanted to turn away, but the plan was disrupted by a call: "Lady Grofia, are you back?"

Although he didn't deliberately let Penny hear it, the sudden sound was still enough to distract Penny, and he turned his gaze to the door, his eyebrows slightly raised.

Serra hesitated, sighed secretly, and walked over to the wizard, not wanting to meet him in this situation, but having already met her, she was not allowed to run away like this.

"It turned out to be the sanctuary of the Lord of Justice. The wizard turned his head to look at the one-eyed, lame icon, and his tone was a little abrupt.

Serra nodded, but did not say a word, her low mood obviously made her rude, but she was not in the mood to pay attention to this, her eyes fell on the bed: "This lady ......"

"She's Vika. ”

"Lady Vika of Edmont?" a strange look swept over Serra's eyes.

The mage nodded, and the atmosphere fell silent again.

"It seems that you care about her. She leaned down and looked more intently at Vika's face.

Penny nodded again, and continued to look intently at the unconscious Vika on the bed, "Her presence is very important to me. ”

"That's right. A sense of despair filled the paladin's heart, her heart filled with disappointment, and more pain filled her nerves, making her dizzy, but she managed to keep herself awake and began to pray to Tyr for salvation.

After a moment of silence, she opened her blue eyes and looked at Penny faintly, "So, she is your wife?"

When this question came out, she began to regret it, because she suddenly found that she didn't seem to have such a position to ask questions, and there was no justified relationship between her and Penny, even the most intimate relationship could only be regarded as former comrades-in-arms and friends, and it seemed a little too much to interfere with each other's private affairs.

But an irrepressible impulse made her desperate to get an answer.

The wizard froze for a moment, took his eyes off Vika's face, and glanced at Serra, causing the latter to lower his head in a sudden sense of weakness, but soon curiosity and a glimmer of hope caused the paladin to raise his head again, looking at the wizard's face, waiting for an answer.

“...... It can be said that ...... Yes. Penny nodded, focusing on Vika again.

Although he had never considered it, Serra's question was enough to make him reconsider his relationship with the hostess, and the inescapable fact that he could not accept Vika into the arms of others was enough for him to be sure of his attitude.

"Oh...... So it was. Hearing this answer, Sierra didn't feel the pain she expected, but her heart seemed to 'snap' with this sentence, and all positive and negative emotions flowed out of this opening, leaving only a numb and faint blankness: "I hope she can recover soon." ”

Penny nodded.

She turned around and walked over to the middle-aged priest, "Priest Keldan, what's the ...... Need help?"

"Lady Grofia, your face looks a little wrong, are you too tired?"

"It's okay......"

"Oh, please take care of your body. ”

"Thanks, Priest Keldan, let me help now......"

"Oh, okay......"

"Penny, Penny!" A panicked call flew through the door, and Hiccol hurried in with a small group of men, who had no flying skills, and had to deal with some heads and tails, and only now arrived: "How's Vika doing?

(To be continued)