945: 321.
Dusk is just around us!_2 945: 321.
Dusk is just around us!_2 “How can I save you?”
Little Sheron flew over and hugged the thick, leather-bound book, which was locked with a padlock, as described by her father.
Before she was carried out of the study by a Valande Knight, she scread:
“Tell !
At least tell one way!
Father, Mother!
Tell !”
“Only rest is the best blessing for the dead, my child.”
The old earl’s deep voice echoed in the darkness, surging with a restrained urge to destroy, as he said:
“When we et again on the battlefield, please purify us by your own hand.”
“Bang”
Doors of the crumbling castle closed one after another in the cold wind, and under Sheron’s gaze, a layer of eerie black frost spread from the ground, quickly sealing all access roads.
This signified farewell.
It also signified a self-imposed seal.
This was enough to prove that the old earl and his wife were still clinging to their last bits of rationality and lucidity, but as they ntioned, being the awakened, after a forced command was given, it beca difficult for them to resist decisively any longer.
“We must leave, Sheron.”
The Valande Knight listened intently to the sounds around him.
An unsettling restlessness was gradually spreading, and it seed as if the entire Ruins of West Coker City were coming to life in a horrifying manner under the call of so power.
He had to get Count Shuren out before the situation beca irreparable.
To his surprise, Little Sheron wasn’t beating her chest and stamping her feet in despair.
On the contrary, she appeared very calm, clutching the book containing the forging designs for Winged Cavalry armor and weapons tightly in her arms.
After taking a deep breath, she willingly started walking quickly in the opposite direction.
“I thought you’d cry, my Lord,” said the Valande Knight, catching up quickly; he spoke softly:
“You used to cry in front of your parents.”
“I am crying, Valande,” Sheron said with a tensed face.
“But I’m a vampire, and vampires do not shed tears, which is good.
That way, no one can see my weak side…
We must imdiately return to the mountain woods and convene the elders of the tribe.
My father wants to reforge the protection pact between the Winged Cavalry and the Spirit of the Mountain Woods.
He didn’t think about surrendering either!
He also wanted to see the proud Winged Cavalry racing across the lands of Transylvania once more!
I must achieve all this for him.”
“But the family mausoleum has been severely damaged in the war,” said the Valande Knight, sounding helpless.
“We’ve been inside; it’s almost completely collapsed.”
“Miss Doris of the Blood Rat Gang used to be a tomb robber; she certainly knows how to retrieve the ‘Holy Grail of Woodland’ ntioned by my father from the collapsed tomb,” Sheron said, blinking her blood-red eyes.
“Also, I hope to invite the witch hunters from the Avalon Church to observe our ritual.”
“No!
That is against tradition!”
Valande imdiately bristled at the suggestion.
The old-fashioned and solemn Highland Knight said in a deep voice:
“Our highlanders have had grievances with the Old Education that stretch back hundreds of years, my Lord.
They have always claid that our ancient faith is a branch of the Avalon Sect, which is an insult to our traditions!
Our faith has existed far longer than that damned Old Education.”
“Ah, Valande, look at our current situation.
The Old Education has already been buried in the piles of history’s old papers; what’s the point of clinging to these issues now?” whispered Little Sheron.
“I’m actually hoping now that the nonsense those witch hunters spout is true.
This would an that their Faith Power could be put to our use.
The faith of the highlanders combined with the rites of the Old Education could benefit both parties.
You’ve also heard the warning from my parents.
The situation we’re facing is too dire, and now isn’t the ti to be caught up with the past.
And since I am the current Count of Xike, I have the authority to command over these mountain woods and the highlander tribes.
I say we invite President Natalie and her followers to observe our ritual!
My mind is made up!
If any elder disagrees, let him go to Crimson Castle and complain to Governor Murphy!
That’s it, I must convey the information we’ve just collected to Murphy; it will certainly help him.”
—
“Ah, such a headache!
Why is this damned Dusk like pulling up turnips, pull one out and a whole bunch cos with it!”
In the Blood Eagle Corridor of Crimson Castle, Murphy, having just finished his conversation with Little Sheron, had a face as dark as water.
Even the eternally optimistic Lord couldn’t find anything to be cheerful about with the events of the past two days, and he even thought of taking Doris out in a convertible to clear his mind.
To the south, the Polluted Swamp, and to the north, Westerburg, to think that there existed such unscientific entities as the Undead Army, and now Sheron had confird from the old earl that this was the work of “Dusk.”
Combining this with the interrogation record of the Plague Rat King Zivig, it’s becoming quite clear that Dusk’s preparations and operations in Transylvania far exceed the imaginations of both Murphy and Cui Si.
What’s worse, there seems to be a part related to Cui Si.
This made Murphy realize he had to take imdiate action, both publicly and privately.
But he was very aware that the current stage of Crimson Castle’s developnt, after a major Hunt of the Wolf People and moving towards construction, left him with no resources to quickly and decisively solve these two issues.
There’s no need to ntion the Polluted Swamp; just the Undead Army in Westerburg alone presented an insurmountable problem.
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