"Master, you have come from afar. Do you need a glass of fresh blood?" the butler asked respectfully.
Celt raised his eyes slightly, looked at him and said, "You arrested someone in Bird, aren't you afraid of exposing your identity?"
Although humans are weak, this ethnic group has a strong reproductive capacity. Although the vampires are powerful, they have no intention of exterminating the entire human race. That would be no different from seeking their own death.
Moreover, the Church also has mithril that can pierce the heart of the vampires. If humans rush in all at once, no one can withstand it. Both sides must make concessions in order to survive for a long time.
At least he promised that there would be no vampires harming people in the cities of the Bird Empire.
It would be bad if anything went wrong at this time when the Holy See was about to offer the Son of God.
"Please rest assured, this is a private transaction, from what humans call the black market. We are only responsible for purchasing," the butler said. "The humans themselves are responsible for providing it."
In this era, the technology of blood transfusion to save lives has been developed, but sometimes it can save lives, and sometimes it will directly cause hemolysis. The black market is rampant, and it is very easy for vampires to obtain blood.
But humans have a sense of taste, and so do vampires. The more noble the vampires are, the more they like high-quality blood, and the Sons of God given by the Holy See are often of the best quality.
"Well done." Celt lazily leaned on the sofa. "Has anything new happened in the Bird Empire recently?"
"If you need it, I can find out for you tomorrow." The butler went to prepare the blood.
The bright red blood was placed in a crystal glass, and the feeling of shaking it was like red wine. Celt put the edge of the glass to his lips and took a sip. Some of the bright red blood stained the corners of his lips. His slightly red pupils expressed his pleasure, making him look like a succubus crawling out of hell.
However, the butler did not even dare to look up at such a charming posture. After all, there was once a vampire who wanted to molest the master when he did not know his identity, but his head was twisted off by the master.
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The drunk soldiers did not enter the Vatican, but stayed in the hotel rented by Lin Su. The oil lamps were dim and a group of people were snoring loudly. Even an earthquake would not wake them up. Only Qiao covered them with quilts and they were sober in every move.
Today's drunkenness was already a farewell. Tomorrow they would get up and leave. A man's farewell was different from a woman's, full of heroism and ruggedness. But just as Lin Su turned to leave, Qiao said from behind him: "Lin, Mr. Lin, although it is presumptuous to say this, can I stay by your side and be your subordinate?"
"You are a soldier of Andra. If you rashly stay in the Bird Empire, it is likely to cause disputes between the two countries." Lin Su stepped down from the carriage again and looked at him calmly.
Joe stood in front of him politely and said, "Andhra's soldiers are all hired, and the king pays them. I just need to quit this job."
"What about your relatives?" Lin Su asked.
Qiao's mood dropped for a moment. "I have no family left. You saved my life. I want to repay you with all my ability."
He looked at Lin Su with burning eyes, hope in his eyes.
"You're also employed here. I'll pay you accordingly for the work you've done." Lin Su opened the door to the carriage and said, "Come on in."
Qiao's eyes lit up, and he got into the car with a look of joy on his face: "Thank you, thank you very much, Mr. Lin."
Albert also saw this scene. Although this man saved Joe's life, he did not repay the favor. Instead, he wanted to pay him a reward.
It's very strange, but it makes people feel that he is a very stylish person.
The soldiers did not come to say goodbye the next day. Only Qiao asked them to take a letter back and then stayed with Lin Su to help him.
The work of an alchemist may be an extremely difficult and mysterious profession for others, but for Lin Su it is as easy as it can be.
Such smooth and flowing technique made Joe stunned, and he couldn't recover for a long time after looking at the mithril and aluminum products.
"Mr. Lin is really amazing." Qiao said admiringly.
"Thank you. These materials need to be purchased and are not urgently needed." Lin Su handed him a list.
Qiao put the list away, took the gold coins handed over by Lin Su and said, "I will definitely get it done for you as soon as possible."
He left in a hurry. Lin Su put down what he was holding, looked at the already formed aluminum tool, and polished it carefully with tools.
He said it was not urgent, but it was very likely that he would need it at any time. If he couldn't find it at the last minute, he would not blame Joe, but it was obvious that such thoughtful subordinates would make people feel more comfortable.
When Qiao returned, the vessel in Lin Su's hand had been polished and carved, and placed on a soft cushion. When Qiao saw it for the first time, he almost dropped the object in his arms: "Is this the Holy Grail?!"
The Holy Grail is one of the three most precious holy vessels of the Holy See. It is made of extremely precious mithril. Its workmanship and materials are not easily imitated, not to mention that it is made of aluminum, which is more precious than mithril. The carving is more exquisite than the Holy Grail placed next to the altar.
Lin Su heard the sound of the door opening, glanced at it and smiled, "Yes, it's the Holy Grail. Hold on to it and don't drop it."
"Okay." Joe sorted out the various things, but his eyes never left the Holy Grail.
Such a holy object is definitely more valuable than the two vessels originally given to the king, and can even be said to be priceless.
Qiao looked at the Holy Grail but did not touch it. He only occasionally looked at Lin Su who was sitting beside him flipping through a book. He really felt why some people could be so outstanding.
Not only is he good-looking and tasteful, he also knows alchemy, possesses such powerful skills, and is so humble that he never looks down on people of lower status than him.
Qiao could still tell whether there was contempt and neglect in the eyes of a superior.
I just don’t know what kind of wife a man like Mr. Lin will marry in the future.
"Sir, the nuns and I have inquired about you today," Joe said.
Lin Su looked up from his book and asked, "What did you find out?"
"Ask you what you do, what you like to eat, and what your hobbies are." Qiao likes being talked to seriously in this way. It is really comfortable to be treated like this.
"Then how did you answer?" Lin Su asked with a smile.
"I said I didn't know," Joe said.
He is Mr. Lin's subordinate and must never say anything that shouldn't be said, even if it's just a living habit.
"Next time you ask, you can say I haven't washed my hair for three days, haven't showered for seven days, and am completely obsessed with research. I only want to spend my life with equipment." Lin Su said, "As for my hobbies? I like praying."
It was really hard for Qiao to describe what he was saying. Even though Mr. Lin was busy every day, he would always keep himself very clean. It was not intentional, but a habit.
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