[Chapter 25]: Lord Earl's Secret! (fifth more)
The environment inside the coffin gives people a feeling of tranquility and tranquility. The pure darkness will make humans fearful, but for the blood race, it is very enjoyable.
Fang Qingyan moved his nose twice, this coffin exudes a special fragrance, which should be the characteristics of the material.
He calmed down and began to meditate.
The blood and mental power in the body began to rhythm.
After entering the realm of the marquis, Fang Qingyan found that the speed of his cultivation was many, many times slower. From the marquis to the duke, it was an extremely difficult and bumpy road.
Many of the existing marquis of the blood clan entered this realm as early as a thousand years ago.
But to this day, they are still standing still.
A thousand years ago it was a marquis, and a thousand years later it was a marquis.
The reality is so cruel that it makes people desperate!
Some people divide the journey from the Marquis to the Duke into four realms: the Marquis of Zero Wing, the Marquis of Two Wings, the Marquis of Four Wings, and the Marquis of Six Wings.
Corresponding to the early, middle, late, and peak of the marquis stage.
Fang Qingyan is currently a Zero Wing Marquis.
He hasn't evolved wings…or "Holy Wings".
Therefore, the strength gap between the Marquis and the Marquis is also very large.
It is said that the prince-level vampire has twelve holy wings, so the prince is also called "the blood ancestor of the twelve wings".
It's a pity that no one has seen the real prince except the old monsters of the seven clans who have lived for tens of thousands of years.
Only after becoming a marquis can you feel how difficult it is to grow a pair of holy wings.
…
The next morning.
Fang Qingyan climbed out of the coffin, came to the window, and pushed open the window.
The bright sunshine poured in, warm and comfortable, dispelling the cold and dampness.
One night of practice, almost imperceptible progress.
If it continues at this speed, without the help of blood essence, he probably won't even think about growing six holy wings for hundreds of years.
Fang Qingyan stared at the morning light and suddenly had a whim.
He had tried to practice in the sun before, but failed. Although he could temporarily absorb the sun essence fire, the conversion rate was almost zero.
Now that he has broken through to the Marquis and entered a higher level of life, will the situation be different?
Do whatever you want.
"Whoo~"
Fang Qingyan took a deep breath, his skin was suddenly covered with a faint red-golden glow, the temperature in the room rose sharply, and the most masculine atmosphere of the sun filled the air.
He transformed into Yang Yan form.
The power of the most yang roams in the body.
Then let go of the mind, bathe in the sun and start meditating.
Gradually, traces of the sun's essence fire breath penetrated through the pores and merged into the blood.
This time, there was no escape!
The body really decomposes and devours the fire of the sun.
After becoming a marquis, you can actually practice with the help of sunlight!
"Tsk, I guess it's the only vampire that can only perform 'photosynthesis' since the birth of the blood race."
Fang Qingyan raised his eyebrows, feeling extremely happy.
Practice in the coffin at night and meditate in the sun during the day.
Yin and Yang double cultivation means that his cultivation speed will be very fast!
"System, sign in."
"Ding! The sign-in is successful, congratulations to the host for getting: Beast Essence and Blood x1."
Fang Qingyan pouted.
She snapped her fingers, and soon an eagle chirped in her ears, and Petricia flew in from the window.
"It's cheaper for you."
Fang Qingyan raised his hand and tossed it.
Peitsha rejoiced, and was very excited and accurately caught this drop of orc blood that contained powerful life energy with his beak.
"chirp~"
It flapped its wings and rubbed its head affectionately against its master's hand.
"Go play, don't run too far, although you are already a war beast, but low-key people can live long… The same is true for the eagle."
Fang Qingyan warned it.
Then he opened the door and left the house.
…
dong dong dong~
Knocked on the door, no answer.
After knocking again, I heard Count Castanin's weak and old voice: "Come in…Come in."
Push the door in.
"Did you come… to collect my corpse? Alas, I'm going to disappoint you. Come back tomorrow, Edward. I can't die today."
He speaks like a dream, and it is estimated that his mind is not very clear.
Fang Qingyan's mouth twitched.
Going to his coffin, he said, "I went to the Bruch clan again."
"See, have you seen him?"
"seen."
"He… what did he say."
"He gave me a drop of blood essence and asked me to bring it to you."
Carstein's breathing was suddenly heavy, and he struggled to sit up from the coffin, facing Fang Qingyan, but he was blind and couldn't see anything.
His wrinkled face was full of longing for life.
"Open your mouth, my lord."
Carstein opened his mouth obediently, and his mouth was full of lost teeth, including the two fangs he was proud of.
Fang Qingyan's expression was indifferent, he stepped forward and stretched out his slender right hand.
The cap of the thumb nail easily cut a hole in the belly of the index finger, and a drop of blood oozes out and falls into Carstein's mouth.
The extremely huge life energy burst out in his body, like spring rain nourishing all things, this energy flowed along the limbs and bones.
A drop of the blood of the Marquis brought great changes to this dying man!
The corpse spots on the old earl's face slowly faded away, and his skin turned ruddy, and finally had some blood.
"It's really the blood of the Marquis!"
Carstein was quick to speak, and said excitedly, "Thank you, Edward."
"You're welcome, this is what I, as a housekeeper, should do."
Fang Qingyan said lightly.
Although Carstein did not do him any favors.
But after all, he has lived in the castle for many years, and he is more or less an acquaintance.
He was not the stingy kind of man of the Marquis of Bruch.
To give a little favor to a poor dying old man, Fang Qingyan can still do it.
Just a drop of blood essence, it will take a few days to recover.
"Ah~"
There was a long sigh in the ear.
Carstein said with a lonely face: "I don't know what it means to hold my breath like this, Edward, do you think I'm too greedy for life? Will it be a better way to take the initiative to end my life? choose?"
Fang Qingyan shook his head: "Everyone has their own choices. You are not like someone who is greedy for life and fears death. You are tortured by life rather than death every day, but you still have to live in pain. There must be your own reasons. I am just a housekeeper. , it is inconvenient to ask more."
Carstein was silent.
He sat for a full minute before hearing his sigh.
"Actually… this castle used to have a mistress, and I… I also have a daughter."
Fang Qingyan's eyes widened.
Expressed his deep shock!
"Then why have I never heard Albert mention about the countess and the lady?"
Carstein shook his head: "How could he possibly reveal the biggest secret of my life to others? I don't want to die, because I don't want to go to the grave with such regrets."
"What regret?" Fang Qingyan's gossip heart was burning.
"I want to see my daughter again, Elizabeth Capet."
Carstein smiled wryly.
"Cape…"
Fang Qingyan was stunned for a moment, feeling that this surname was familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere, but couldn't recall it.
Suddenly, his expression became very exciting: "Lord Count, your daughter, is one of the seven major clans, a member of the Cape clan?"
The Cape clan, like the Bruch clan and the Revnor clan, are the seven royal families.
"Well, aren't you surprised? The daughter of the royal family, the princess of the Cape clan, her father turned out to be an ordinary noble."
Count Carstein sighed, "The story has to start twenty years ago…"*