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"Someone from the territory of Otis?"

When Viscount Darcy heard that his second son Adams had a visitor, he immediately summoned the butler to inquire.

The lord Charlie Rex, who is at odds with the local nobles, the visiting group of the Otis family whose position is unclear, and the Bartleis family who is not sure what will happen... Now, at this critical point where the undercurrent is surging, Viscount Darcy is very worried What stupid things would the incompetent second son do to stir up trouble.

"Yes, master." The butler replied respectfully, "Simpson Ollie, their family is engaged in the shipping industry in Port Moses. Master Adams once mentioned that this Mr. Simpson was his acquaintance at the Grand Theater in Port Moses Yes, about two years ago when 'The Red Queen' performed in Port Moses."

Viscount Darcy said "Oh".

The "Red Queen" is a well-known opera singer in the Rhine Kingdom, and her photos are often published in the magazines of the capital, and she is very popular among young people—of course, it is limited to young people from at least middle-class families, and the lower class cannot raise opera singers. This elegant and costly hobby comes.

It is better to make friends by enjoying the opera than in a brothel in a casino, but Viscount Darcy thought about it and never remembered that there is a noble named Ollie in the territory of Otis, so he said: "Which family is the Ollie family from?" ?”

Not being an aristocrat but being able to run the shipbuilding industry, there is only one conclusion: this family is a white glove of a certain aristocrat.

"The previous owner of Oli's family, I heard that he was the coachman of Earl Otis," said the butler.

Viscount Darcy said "oh" again.

If it is said that the most trusted group of noble gentlemen besides their direct blood relatives, they are probably the personal servants and coachmen.

With this relationship with Earl Odis, it is not surprising that the Oli family can rise from the common people...Of course, it is very likely that the assets of the Oli family are actually the private property of Earl Odis, and their family is just a custodian for others. .

Since he was not someone worthy of the stage, Viscount Darcy had no intention of calling people to show his closeness, and just asked the housekeeper to entertain the guests well.

Simpson Ollie, whose ancestors used to be grooms for the earl, did not know that his "family property" had been wiped out by the butler of the Darcy family. After meeting Adams, he was attracted by this elderly woman who only had pleasure in his mind. The young master took him to the equestrian club of the local boys.

Riding horses, playing polo, and hunting are enduring recreational activities in the aristocratic circles of the Rhine Kingdom. Families like the Darcy family, which rank high in Innerd, operate and maintain horse farms, hunting grounds, and related private clubs , all to ensure their status in the social arena.

Of course...the equestrian club run by Adams, the second young master of the Darcy family, is not just a gathering of equestrian enthusiasts.

This club, which is hidden in an ordinary-looking villa in the Granter block of Xicheng District, is the last "sacred place" for young men and women who have no place to have fun after the clubhouse area was sealed off. When Simpson got off the carriage, the excited Adams introduced it like this.

As soon as they entered the door, Simpson Ollie and Adams Darcy were overwhelmed by young women in cool clothes.

This made Simpson laugh a little.

Although he looks much younger than Adams Darcy, in fact he is old enough to be Adams' grandfather. Of course he knows exactly what Adams is thinking... nothing more than when we first met in the Grand Theater in Port Moses This young master failed to gain the upper hand in his high-spirited speeches, and he just wanted to regain face in his field of expertise.

Adjusting the lower facial muscles, Simpson appropriately showed a little surprise and novelty, and couldn't hide his youthful face in front of Adams and his friends who had been spending time in this smoky big house for a long time. Living in a tight and cramped place, Adams, a country noble who was eager to express himself, was really satisfied and laughed non-stop.

After the men and women in the house drank in a mess and stopped paying close attention to Simpson, the "guest from Port Moses", Simpson left for a while to go to the toilet.

Entering the luxurious toilet, which is also decorated in a country aristocratic style, Simpson's slightly fascinated eyes are instantly clear.

It was already dark at this time, and there were not many pedestrians on the illuminated streets of Granter Block, except for a horse-drawn carriage passing by from time to time.

Simpson turned on the faucet, opened the toilet window with the sound of running water, and flipped out lightly and nimbly.

This single-family villa has three floors and more than 20 rooms, which is more than double the size of the middle-class townhouses across the landscape lake. Coupled with the frequent "private equestrian club" parties, there are no more than a dozen A servant is too busy.

What kind of servant's sudden personality change or even disappearance will not arouse the suspicion of the master, Simpson knows it all too well.

Simpson, who has a weak sense of presence in the dark, walked quickly through the courtyard along the corner with a ghostly movement, and came to the woodshed in the backyard without a sound.

A likable servant can serve the master in a warm big house, and marginalized servants can only do coolies in places where the master cannot see—for example, now, when people in the house are laughing and laughing, they are burning alone in front of the woodshed Hot water burners.

Simpson stood in the dark and observed for a while, making sure that there was no third person around, and quietly approached the disgraced fire servant.

A simple dagger took the life of this unfortunate servant.

Simpson took out a handkerchief and wiped the blood off the dagger, then threw the handkerchief into the stove.

Blood clan doesn't want everyone's blood, and Simpson is not interested in the blood of such lowly people.

Then, the "guest" from Port Moses squatted down and stroked his fingers to the wound on the servant's neck.

A drop of dark red viscous blood oozed from his fingertips and got into the servant's wound.

It wasn't a particularly ferocious fatal wound, but because of the infiltration of this strange drop of blood, it actually healed itself...

A few seconds later, the servant who had just died suddenly blinked his eyes wide open in horror.

Then... the servant who had been resurrected stiffly got up from the messy ground and bowed to Simpson.

"Clean up here, find Joey Rachel, and keep an eye on him." Simpson instructed the freshly baked "Blood Slave".

The Blood Slave kept the posture of bowing deeply until Simpson retreated into the darkness, then squatted down, slowly and mechanically picked up the straw and wood stained with his blood from the ground one by one, and stuffed them into the stove.

After cleaning the scene, the blood slave seemed to have adapted to his new body. When he left the big house, his movements were already very flexible and coordinated, no different from a stranger.

The Granter neighborhood is one of the neighborhoods with the best environment in Innatrix City. People who live here must have an annual income of at least 150 gold coins and can afford servants; after nightfall, there are people who look like servants Passing by in a hurry on the road will not arouse anyone's suspicion.

When Blood Slave walked out of the Granter block quickly, the security guards patrolling the street just glanced at it casually and then turned their eyes away - it is not uncommon for families in the Granter block to send servants to run errands at night.

The popular Mary Street Market during the day is quite deserted after nightfall, with only a few taverns selling cheap drinks and a grocery store at the end of the street open.

When Blood Slave passed by the market on Mary Street, the drinkers sitting in the tavern hadn't drunk too much and were discussing topics they cared about—for example, how many of the young and beautiful female clerks in the city hall had the same relationship with Ray Lord Rex has a special friendship, or whether Lord Rex will reuse the city defense army that was dismissed and then recruited back.

This is also a major feature of urban people. Even if their lives are not much better than those of rural people, they will unquestionably believe that they have a say in everything.

Of course, the blood slave didn't care about what the drinkers were discussing, and passed by the door of the tavern without squinting.

Also at this time... A group of players who had been wandering around the city for more than an hour (game time), looking for quest monsters, happened to come out of the alley next to the tavern.

Walking to the street with lights and human NPC activities, this group of cursing players lost an appraisal skill at random.

The player's identification technique is a magically modified version of the detection spell. In order to behave like a skill in the game, Yang Qiu also added a lot of auxiliary instructions to it. It is more attentive to maintain and improve the functionality than the player's professional skills. The only (compared to the original version of the other world) enhanced version of the skill, the practicality is higher than the detection of spells.

Appraisal techniques can't scan vampires in disguise (it's hard for Yang Qiu himself to find out the vampires hidden in the crowd), and it's no problem to scan a vampire.

The original detection spell of the identification technique is called "biological detection spell", and the blood slave is not a living thing!

Not to mention the identification technique strengthened by the magic reform, if a native mercenary unfolds a scroll that records the detection spell, he can distinguish blood slaves from living people—the only problem is that normal mercenaries will not Will be willing to take out the magic scroll with a maximum number of uses to sweep the streets.

The player who identified the citizen NPC for a long time swept out the target with such a casual flick, and he was taken aback: "Damn it!!"

"Blood slave (vampire servant)"

"LV2"

"Vampires are undead monsters created by applying blood essence to fresh biological corpses."

"Must drop: Blood Essence (rare)"

"May drop: low-quality magic residue (common), pure magic residue (rare)."

"Damn it, it's not a vampire? What the hell is a blood slave?" When Shen Xuexun, the leader of the team, said this, he rushed up with red eyes like a mad dog and held a weapon.

"Anyway, it's rewarding. Finding a blood slave is not far from finding a vampire!" Teammate Sang Yeluo's sprint speed was no slower than that of indulging in learning, and shouted energetically, "The second-level monsters must drop rare Materials, blood monsters are really fat!"

"Yes, yes, so fat!" The other teammates also bluffed like this, jumping at the blood slave happily.

Of course, it is impossible for a blood slave resurrected with blood essence to be only a "second-level monster".

The biggest problem is... It hasn't been half an hour since the blood slave was revived, and the time for body coordination and synchronization is only more than 20 minutes.

It was like a blood slave who had just learned to stand still and walk like a ewe with four limbs, just like a newborn lamb, just bumped into the knife edge of a player who was searching for vampires all over the city...

The blushing drinkers in the tavern were stunned to appreciate how vicious the seemingly harmless undead wandering around in the city were when they chopped up people.

When more than a dozen undead surrounded the "innocent" who was suddenly attacked by the unlucky ghosts while walking on the road, they crowded the not-so-large front of the tavern with a few tables of drinkers, and all retreated to the back of the front in unison. Inside, they huddled together and shivered.

It wasn't until more than half a minute later that the group of terrified drinkers realized that the "unlucky innocent" who had been beheaded by the undead not only didn't shed a drop of blood, but exaggerated gray dust floated from the place where he was cut. until something is wrong.

In about 1 minute, the undead ended the battle, and the corpses of the blood slaves who were besieged were all turned into fly ash and scattered.

The daring drinker bit the bullet and moved to the door, seeing the undead pulling out a small dark red bead from the remaining dust on the road, and leaving happily.

This group of drinkers, who couldn't control their mouths after drinking a little wine, huddled silently inside the door of the tavern, looking at the fly ash on the ground that was blown less and less by the wind and almost invisible, and looked at the already " KABAKABA" the group of undead who went away.

When they sat down to drink again, this group of people coincidentally bypassed the unfounded rumors surrounding Charlie Rex, who led the army of the undead, and dragged out the Rhine royal family, which is as high as the emperor and far away, as a topic of conversation...

Returning to the big house as if nothing happened, Simpson Ollie, who continued to enjoy the gentle hometown with Adams and his cronies, suddenly felt a sharp pain in his spirit, and an inescapable sense of emptiness came from the depths of his soul. The blood slave who had just spent a drop of blood to revive The link with his master was broken instantly.

Simpson: "?!"

what happened? ?Even if the blood slaves were thrown into the city where the holy place of the church is located, they wouldn't be exposed and killed so quickly, right? !