What are you looking forward to? The female vampire holding such a question sat on the clock tower that once caused her to fall. High places, moonlight, wind, huge clocks, and lonely figures all set off the lost innocence of oneself. Who can understand everything in their mind that is enveloped by that golden hair? What about deeper layers?
"Ah~" Who dares to say loudly that he has seen through this vampire, even though he doesn't understand himself anymore!
In the houses one by one, the faint lights went out, but the endless moonlight still vividly reflected every corner of Platinum City in my eyes. The elves of the wind carried the sound of their families saying good night to each other into their ears, unaware whether it was their mischief or carelessness. The already blurred hearts stirred up more ripples.
The happiness that could once be obtained is buried in one's own hands, only because the only option brought by blind hatred. If I could think a little more, then I might be living a completely different life now. But if I could really start over, would I make a different decision. I always have to lose before realizing that it's happiness. Isn't it? My former master
Monica climbed up naked from the river at the foot of the mountain. As I slowly dragged my steps in the darkness and finally reached the shore, my weakened body made me fall to the ground without waking up.
On the road by the river, a walking carriage stopped. The person wearing a deep blue cloak approached Monica. "Yes... she... finally found it!" The owner of the voice was unexpectedly a woman, and the hat she pulled down revealed an elegant face.
"Little tiger, take her onto the carriage." Under the woman's command, an orc with a tiger like appearance picked up Monica from the ground and returned to the carriage. The woman looked at the five bright moons in the sky, and her sharp tiger teeth flickered as if echoing the moonlight. "Is it a day when the three moons, Aguo, Shilu, and Bai Nu, are all round? Then... there aren't many days left for the summer solstice."
With slightly open eyes, the place I am in seems to be still in the world' Does even death bother me Monica placed her hands on her forehead, blocking the light while adjusting her eyes to the brightness.
"Wake up! Monica."
"Who?" She turned her head and saw Sally sitting by the bed reading a book. Monica sat up and looked at the silver haired beauty in front of her.
"Are you okay? How could you be in that place?"
"That kind of... place..."
Looking at Monica with a puzzled expression, Sally leaned forward and asked, "Is it near the capital? Don't you know this is the territory of the Bachelor's Knights? Shaobo is chasing us closely outside, and it has been calming down recently due to the abnormal period. Hiding near their lair is a good hiding idea, but no one runs around naked like you, as if afraid that others won't know you're here."
Monica's silence gave others more excuses to speak. Sally stared at Monica, looked up and down, and asked with great interest, "The abnormal period of the Earth's veins inexplicably subsided before the outbreak. Your appearance was not far from the original center of the outbreak, and the feeling you gave me also changed a bit. Is that related to you?"
"I..." Seeing Monica shake her head first, followed by a hesitant expression, Sally raised her hand to stop her from continuing. "If you don't want to say anything, then forget it. John Carroll will come over later."
"Did you notify him?"
"He would know about this without saying anything."
Bending to embrace her, Monica combed her hair and whispered, "Because am I his subordinate?"
"You also know this!" Sally looked at Monica in surprise, but soon regained her normal expression. "That's right! In such a long period of time, you should have learned some things. Otherwise, you wouldn't have lived to the present day intact."
"Can't we escape him?"
"Who? John Carroll? When he gets tired of playing, he will naturally set you free. But maybe another one or two hundred years." Sally lowered her head and returned to the book.
"Why!" Monica slammed out of bed and exclaimed, "Why? Why doesn't he play with others? Why is all the misfortune on me!"
As she flipped through the pages, Sally didn't react to Monica's passion. She just said calmly, "You're the only one who's attached to John Carroll. It's been like this all these years."
"I'm the only one..."
"Bang!" The knocked open door rushed into a panicked young man. "Miss Sally, the people from Count Denis' side have come to kill us!"
Sally slowly closed her book and looked out at the starry sky. "Really, don't they know how troublesome it is to provoke the Knights' Order? I heard that the war with Benetton just came to an end a while ago, and now they're coming to pick on us again. Do we have to settle it before the summer solstice?"
A gentleman slowly walking in made Monica lose her composure, but she knew how impossible it was to solve the vampire in front of her now, because he and Andrew had the same taste.
"Oh~Wake up! Get ready to go out and fight together, this one is inevitable. Besides, there must be someone to guard against Shaobo and the group of Bennett who disappeared somewhere." John Carroll approached Monica and lifted her chin, lightly tapping her lips. "You won't betray me, will you?" asked softly
"That's exactly what I'm going to do!" Gritted teeth indicated that Monica was desperately controlling herself, but her words couldn't be restrained.
"Hahaha!" John Carroll took a step or two back and laughed heartily. As the laughter gradually subsided but his body couldn't help but twitch, he reluctantly said, "If you can do it, come on!" After that, he couldn't help laughing and left amidst the wild laughter covering his face.
Sally, standing aside, glanced at Monica. "Get ready! When you're ready, go down to the lobby downstairs." After speaking, he also walked out.
Looking at the backs of the two who had left, Monica's expression became solemn again. Get out of bed and change into a lightweight outfit. Then slowly moving to the dressing table, she couldn't remember how long it had been since she had seen her figure. Looking at the various decorations on the dressing table, she picked up an agate necklace and placed it in her arms.
"Cough cough!" Is it another mischief of the wind's elf? The familiar voice penetrated into Monica's emotional memories. The room where the sound source was confirmed is the same as the place where I accidentally entered a while ago.
"Wind, listen to my voice. Embrace your slender body, gently stroke your flowing hair. Hold me in those vast palms..." With an infinitely gentle tone, leap out. Monica closed her eyes slightly, hugged her chest with both hands, and floated lightly onto the newly repaired roof. With a slight push, the body in the air easily changed direction and floated towards the wooden door.
Taking a deep breath, he opened the door and smiled, saying, "I'm here again..."
What does it look like with an awkward smile? Unfortunately, the female vampire cannot see her ridiculous expression in the mirror. Stupid standing at the door did not last for a long time, and the hand opening the door slowly closed it.
"The sound of 'touch!' immediately changed Monica's expression, squatting by the door with her flushed cheeks in her arms, murmuring, 'Oh my god! This incestuous brotherly relationship... it's so exciting!'"
"It's not like that!" Accompanied by the sound of forcefully opening the door, the three groups of knights, who were brothers, shouted naked in their upper bodies.
Looking at the man making a loud noise, Monica saw the red marks all over her body more clearly. After giving a glance, he covered his face and pointed his trembling index finger at the other person, saying, "So... what's the explanation for the kiss marks on your body..."
"No! This was done by the Countess!"
"Yanni! Oh my goodness!"
"No... no! This is the trace of the Countess's beating during the afternoon training!"
"The marks of beating?" She turned her head in confusion and looked at the other person. After seeing the confirmation of nodding, Monica hid her face back in her palm. "Ah~It's so embarrassing..."
Watching the neighbors poke their heads out to watch the commotion, while Monica crouched on the ground muttering to himself, the man panicked and said, "Hmm~Well... Miss Fislow, you can come into the house first." After speaking, he pulled Monica into the room and quickly closed the door.
Leaning against the door panel, he let out a sigh of grandeur. The man pulled up a chair and asked Monica to sit down, and also put on a yellowed blouse.
"Ah! Hello, Miss Fislow."
With a blushing face, Monica lightly tapped and pretended to smile in response to the boy's smile still sitting in bed. But then he pretended to be shy and afraid and asked, "What were you... doing just now?"
"Just now, I asked my little brother to help me because I couldn't take off my armor on my own. It's just... you caught me anyway. I mean, really, why did the Countess train us so hard? Even if we met a wizard like Miss Fislow, we were just like paper tied. We won't last long and we'll have to go to hell..."
The feeling that occurred purely due to physical discomfort... or complaints, had not yet come to an end when Monica stopped the man's words and seriously asked, "How much do you know about war?"
"It's just like one-on-one, the difference between the number of people and the weapons."
"Wrong..." Monica shook her head lightly and said, "The most primitive form of war is just a struggle for survival space. The key is to use the least amount of strength to achieve the goals you set. It's not just blindly demanding victory."
The boy sitting on the bed asked, "Is that any different?"
"Assuming we are going to attack the next city today. Do you want a dead city without human or animal life, or a city without too much damage or casualties, and with minimal cost? I think it should be the latter!"
Watching the two brothers nod in agreement, Monica continued, "This invisibly limits the wizards' large-scale magic. Besides, magic doesn't have long eyes, so it's very likely to accidentally harm companions in melee, and there are concerns about the use of aggressive magic. Most of them use state magic such as paralysis, hypnosis, and recovery, and the most aggressive magic is the first three levels of elementary magic. Because the first three levels of magic chant quickly and are easier to target."
"It would be great if the sorcerers could solve it at the beginning of the war."
With a smile and a shake of her head, Monica said, "Far range magic is not as easy as you imagine. It not only has low accuracy when cast, but also is not easy to cast. To maintain a considerable distance and have enough destructive power, it is not just something that a skilled wizard can do."
"What about Miss Fislow?" the boy continued.
"Me?" Monica tilted her head and thought for a moment. "I have never attempted to cast large-scale magic from a long distance. Moreover, large-scale magic is always centered around myself, and a certain range around me is included in the attack. Although my speed of casting spells is much faster than most wizards, large-scale magic still has a certain prelude before it is launched, not just after reciting the spell. Without warrior armor, I cannot resist military style encirclement attacks. Unless the opponent is clumsy and waiting for me to recite the spell. Moreover, if I have to recite powerful spells continuously, even I will feel overwhelmed."
"But even if you don't cast large-scale magic, you are still invincible!"
There is no such thing as invincibility. Warriors are good for close combat, while mages are good for far combat. This has been passed down since ancient times. The key is how to maximize one's strengths. Do you remember the Black Sheep Knights fighting against the demonic city of Yenaga? Yenaga relies on the power of magic and is not prepared for close combat. Black Sheep uses the rapid advantages of cavalry to attack the city of Yenaga, which is not heavily defended, with few casualties. It is only then that the infantry enter the war to make an end. It sounds foolish! In fact, places that have been comfortable for too long will appear. "Foolish things are not surprising. I have seen the survivors of Ye Najia City before, and from their own account, it shouldn't be too far from the truth, right?"
"Why does the Countess train us like this?"
"To be a warrior who dares to shuttle through the forest of magical attacks requires courage, and what supports courage is strength. Strength must also be accompanied by accurate judgment of the environment and situation, as well as clear thinking, all of which rely on calmness. In my eyes, you are just demanding yourself now, hoping to have enough strength to resist Yanni's power. Of course, this is also one of the purposes. However, no matter which point you judge from, you are all failing, especially the power that grew up with fear as food."
There is nothing to say, after all, as an observer, Monica will have a different perspective when looking at things from the perspective of the parties involved. And the several viewpoints proposed are also necessary points for consideration. As a trainee knight in Platinum City, the man seemed to want to propose something to refute. But my younger brother's cough disturbed my thoughts. Helplessly looking at her younger brother, when she was about to take any action, Monica had already embraced the painful boy in her arms.
"What disease is he suffering from?" Monica asked gently with an unbearable expression. As he gently stroked his chest, his black hair, which had become somewhat dull due to illness, appeared.
Biting his teeth, the man said in a firm voice: "We escaped from the eastern continent, and everything was caused by the Black Sheep Massacre. On the journey, my little brother was infected with pestis..."
"The Black Death!" Monica looked in surprise at the boy who was still holding his mouth in her arms.
Seeing Monica's surprised expression, the man quickly said, "But now it won't be transmitted to anyone else!"
"Why?"
"Because on the way, I once met a kind-hearted wizard who used magic to cure my little brother's illness, but couldn't completely cure it. He told us that although my little brother wouldn't transmit the disease to others, his body was very weak and the source of the disease was not removed. The next step is to slowly heal my little brother through pharmacy."
"A kind wizard? Do you know who he is?"
"I don't know." The man shook his head to deny it, but then remembered something and said, "I remember him carrying a red ochre hardcover book with a gold border. It had the words' Tai Gu Nian Li 'written on it..."
"What! You've encountered a mentor!"
"The mentor... the mentor! The mentor who can communicate with nature and convey all the messages of nature to humanity! The mentor who created the six season lunar calendar of" Golden, Wood, Water, Fire, Earth "!"
Nodding, Monica's action almost made the two men present faint. "Surprisingly, I can see such a great person..."
As she comforted the boy, Monica muttered to herself, "No wonder there is a way to cure the Black Death. Magic has always been a cure for injuries, not for illnesses. It's amazing to increase the patient's own resistance at most, or to boost their confidence through blessings. Advanced magic doesn't leave much of an impression, but it's about the same. However, in that case, pharmacy can deal with this annoying infectious disease."
As the boy's pain gradually eased, Monica asked softly, "Are you okay?" She saw a red face still buried in her chest.
"No... it's okay." The boy struggled slightly, and Monica didn't resist, allowing the boy to move away from him.
"Where do you get your medication now?"
The man, who was the eldest brother, said to the priest, "In Platinum City, there is a Catholic church called St. Louis. Since we settled in Platinum City, the priests at the church have been very helpful and dedicated to researching my brother's illness. My brother's illness has also improved significantly compared to before."
"Really..." Suddenly, Monica widened her eyes and looked at them, asking, "By the way! I still don't know your names."
The apprentice knight also realized at this moment and stood up cautiously to introduce himself. "Miss Fislow, our brothers' surname is Yu. My name is Volo."
The boy also sat by the bed. "My name is Xiuyi."
"Fulo... Xiuyi..." The two brothers felt a bit embarrassed as they watched Monica's strange expression of repeating her name. Suddenly, Monica burst out laughing and said, "Volo, Xiuyi, what a cute name. How come it looks like a little girl is using it!"
Brother, I looked at it and really wished there was a hole that could be drilled in now. After wiping away the tears that flowed from her smile, Monica said, "So... Xiuyi, alchemy and pharmacy are just a thin line apart. I think I might be able to help you."
"Really!" An excited expression emerged from Xiuyi's immature face. Monica just waved her hand and said nonchalantly, "I don't know if I can help or not. But... forget it, it's better not to try easily."
Volo, who was equally happy, almost jumped up and started making a big fuss. As a legendary figure, agreeing to help greatly increased the hope of success. He happily said to Monica, "Miss Fislow, thank you very much."
"Don't be so happy, keep this joy until the day of true success." Turning her gaze to Xiuyi, Monica seemed to be observing her, but with a hint of wonder.
In Fuluo's eyes, he made a foolish joke as Xiuyi's elder brother. "Perhaps once our family's illness is cured, we will leave it to Miss Fislow to handle."
Sorry for reaching the extreme. With a flushed face, Xiuyi quickly responded, "Brother, stop making a fuss. Miss Fislow is so beautiful, there must be many men pursuing her."
Monica, who was originally smiling, suddenly changed her face. Her worried expression and furrowed brows frightened the two brothers into silence, making them afraid to speak. After a long, long time, Monica noticed that the two people beside her were looking at her with strange expressions. She forced out a smile, but then whispered, "Who would accept me, this filthy woman?"
After closing her eyes and shaking her head, Monica said again, "It's late at night, I think you should rest too. I'll come over tomorrow to see Xiuyi's situation." She then left on her own.
"Did I say something wrong..."
"Miss Fislow, is everything okay?" Xiuyi, sitting on the bed, murmured as she looked at the closed door.
The pitch black street, the moonlight is also quite dim. Monica wandered around the alleys of Platinum City, big and small, lost in her soul. The approaching morning sky told her that it was time to hide. Why do my emotions fluctuate so much? Perhaps it's because I think of that man, who has always been the reason for my emotional turmoil. Just because I seem to know him, and it seems like I never know him. For him, what is gentleness? For him, what is love? For him, what is a woman
Wake up in an unfamiliar place. A warm bed, soft candlelight, and spacious room. I have seen such luxurious decorations before, let alone stayed there. But in reality, I woke up in such a place.
Sitting up, it seemed as if the scene of killing set against the backdrop of flames on the previous night was fake. Looking at the intact hands, a different feeling emerged in my heart.
"Did I... survive?"
Wearing only a high-end silk sheer, that should not belong to oneself. No! It should be said that none of this should appear in front of one's own eyes.
Walking slowly to the window, the thick and pitch black curtains completely block the light outside, and the only illumination is the flickering candlelight. Driven by curiosity, my right hand has already opened the curtain, bringing in the faint rays of the sunset and great pain.
Bathed in the evening sunshine, my whole body was filled with pain. It's like becoming someone who shouldn't appear in front of the sun, becoming a group abandoned by the sun.
"Shua!" The sound of curtains being pulled up, and the pain on my body slightly eased.
"What are you doing? Do you know that foolish behavior can kill you!" The speaker was a beautiful woman she had never seen before.
Monica squatted on the ground and looked at the woman, asking, "What's going on? Who are you?"
"Hey! Hey! One question at a time, okay. My name is Lisa G. Hyderfield. Just call me Sally." With her beautiful appearance, Sally gently helped Monica back to the bed and sat down.
"What happened to me just now? Why was it as painful as being burned by fire?" Monica turned her head to look at Sally.
"Fortunately, it's evening now and there isn't much sunshine today. Otherwise, you newbie vampire would have been killed by the sunshine."
Monica couldn't understand what she had just said, she just chewed on the key words that might belong: "Vampire..."
"How are you, are you feeling better?" A man walked into the open door. As if the word 'gentleman' existed for this kind of man, Monica widened her eyes and looked at this man who should not be seen by her commoner.
"John Carroll, it's not good to just run into the lady's room casually, right?" Lisa looked at the man entering with a smile and complained, like a little lover spoiling.
Monica looked at the two people in front of her with a puzzled expression instead of words, questioning everything.
The man approached the bedside and introduced himself, "My name is John Carroll B. Festuner, the leader of this place. And you..." At that moment, Monica's head gave a headache. "It's called Monica, isn't it?"
"Who are you... who are you?" A fear rose in her heart, causing Monica to ask the same question again. Only more and clearer answers could dispel this ominous feeling... or she could simply face the unavoidable bad facts.
The man smiled slightly, but that kind of smile would only make those who saw it shiver. "We are all night tribes with noble and elegant bloodline, and humans usually call us vampires. Here, we welcome you to become a part of us..." The smile changed the feeling, from the original horror to a different and purposeful feeling. "Also become my woman."
"No!" Monica jumped out of bed and ran to the dressing table. All kinds of perfume and high-grade decorations are placed on the table, and even the dresser has the value of becoming a high-grade art. But in that mirror, Monica couldn't see her own figure.
She placed her hands heavily on the mirror, confirming that she was standing in front of it, but the only thing in the mirror was the figure of the big bed that should appear behind her.
"What's wrong, my cute little cat."
The voice from behind brought Monica back to reality. She picked up an Eastern style silver hairpin from the dressing table and pressed it against her neck, then turned around to intimidate others. "Don't come over, otherwise I'll die and show you."
The threatening tone and serious expression do not make others feel like they are acting, but the person in front of them doesn't care at all. "Really, although that kind of thing can't kill you, I really don't really hope you have any wounds on your body."
The man lightly flicked his finger, and Monica's limbs seemed to be pulled back by four big men, unable to move. John Carroll slowly approached and combed his hair a little before saying, "Oh! By the way, I forgot to say it. I am also the one who gave you this noble life, that is, your master."
Faced with the fear of the unknown occupying the entire heart, the dry throat couldn't make a sound to its heart's content. Tears welled up in her eyes, and now Monica's feeling was not fear or helplessness, but rather a humiliation, the most serious humiliation for women.
Sally, who walked slowly behind John Carroll, played with Monica's hair and whispered, "Don't worry, it hurts the first time. But grit your teeth and endure it, and it's over."
"Sally, don't talk like a pimp," said John Carroll displeased as he stood on the side
"Isn't it like that? Forget it! I won't disturb you, I'll leave first." Sally ignored the reactions of the people in the room and walked outside the door, closing the exquisitely carved door.
With her body leaning against the door, Sally looked weakly at her side. "Have you found a new toy?" After taking a deep breath, he left along the corridor illuminated by oil lamps.
I don't know how many days have passed, but I feel like a little bird locked in a beautiful birdcage. People come and go... no! Perhaps it should be said that animals with human appearances are playing with their bodies. Every time, every time, John Carroll stays by the side, either the protagonist of the game or the audience.
The disgusting laughter echoed in their ears, and the woman who had suffered countless injuries could only play the role of a high-end pet to entertain them Maybe even pets don't rank high.
At other times, there is someone monitoring and there is no trace of freedom to speak of No! They are probably just "dogs". On a night with a full moon, I saw with my own eyes that their appearance had changed from others. A beast like appearance, human body shape. Tigers, wolves, lions... it's like a beast exhibition.
I don't know when these days will end. But that day was the beginning of all changes