Chapter 315: Moon Child's Aperitif
—Such an ugly and barbaric banquet.
The philosopher watched all this with cold eyes. Even now, she herself would be a dish at the banquet.
If her blood demon still followed her, she would kill every vampire who looked at her with disgust. She was particularly good at sucking the blood of the living - perhaps making these weak man-eating beasts happy to feel that they could also shed the same liquid.
But now, we still need to be patient.
Unlike other transcendents, she had participated in many New Moon ceremonies, ever since her days as a philosopher and demonologist. With sufficient experience and strength accumulated, participating in New Moon ceremonies was a natural requirement for those on the second path.
Unlike those full moon rituals that require concealing identities and playing roles, the new moon ritual has the simplest solution - in more than 95% of the new moon rituals, as long as all those who can be killed are killed, a huge advantage will be gained, and even direct victory is not impossible.
This was a rare, fully restricted ritual—meaning physical fitness, mana pool, casting resources, and movement space were all restricted. Whether it was melee-savvy transcendents, mages and summoners, or stealth practitioners, ritualists, or hunters, it was difficult for them to fully unleash their full potential.
Of course, the professions with the greatest advantages are those that rely solely on external objects, such as alchemists and demons, or writers and poets.
——Luckily, there is an alchemist in their team.
She had also made spellcasting props before - considering that she was often bound or had difficulty moving when entering the New Moon Ceremony, equipment that was difficult to carry could easily be confiscated and might even cause trouble for herself.
So her spellcasting props were two artificial clavicles implanted into her body by a necromancer.
If someone has the ability to see through her eyes, they can see that her collarbones are dark gold with complex runes on them. These are actually her two staffs - relying on these staffs, she can cast spells at a lower cost.
So what if the mana pool is limited?
If she is restricted, then others must be restricted as well.
Everyone is restricted, so the only thing left is equipment.
——Of course they are not afraid of equipment, because they have an alchemist in their team.
Alchemists are naturally well-suited for this kind of ritual.
Although at the stage from the second energy level to the third energy level, he may not be very strong in front of the more than one hundred Sons of the Moon... but at least he should have no problem killing other promoted people.
Not to mention, Mr. Ban has a huge home-field advantage…
...So, bear with it a little longer. Bear with it a little longer.
At this moment, Miss No. 7, who had long, slightly curly silver hair and wore a pink and white dress as gorgeous as a princess dress, sat stiffly on the lap of an old man who looked to be in his fifties or sixties.
"What's wrong, sweetheart? Are you having a bad day?"
Count Alonso asked with concern, licking her long, white neck greedily.
"My Lord Earl..."
Number 7 responded with a slightly trembling voice: "I just didn't sleep well..."
The murderous intent in her heart grew infinitely - in the past, she was the one who drew other people's blood, and today it was her turn to be bitten by a mosquito!
I will kill you sooner or later, you old immortal!
If I can't kill you here, I'll dig up your grave when I get out!
I'll scatter all my ashes for you!
But at this moment, the philosopher suddenly felt dazed.
A strange feeling arose from the bottom of my heart.
She suddenly felt that Earl Asolon had become amiable.
She wanted to do something for him—anything, anything to make him happy. If he asked, she seemed to be able to do anything easily.
"I love you so much, sweetheart."
the Count murmured.
He reached out and poured the scarlet wine from the glass bottle on the table into the white ceramic bowl.
That was not the blood of blood slaves, but the blood squeezed out of humans who were raised as livestock.
The slaves that could be bought or robbed by the Moon Child all had a special blood fragrance. However, some of them were not obedient enough or simply not young or beautiful enough to become blood slaves.
They were imprisoned and drained of their blood, which was preserved using blood magic to keep it fresh for a period of time. Labels were then affixed to the bottles, like fine wine. In an era when glass bottles were often expensive as alchemical tools, a single beautiful bottle could sometimes cost more than a person.
This is the "aperitif" of the Moon Child.
He dipped his hand into the blood in the ceramic bowl, took a sip, and commented, "They say this was squeezed from a child—it seems even children are no longer pure these days. The empire has truly become corrupt."
He dipped his finger in blood again and placed it in Number 7's mouth. Seeing her sucking on her finger like a lollipop, blood trickling down the corner of her mouth, Count Alonso finally smiled with satisfaction.
He kissed the girl's cheek affectionately, as if he were holding a doll or a pet dog. Then, he bared his fangs and stabbed them into her neck.
Aiwass witnessed it all firsthand.
The place where she is now is only a dozen meters away from here.
She also changed out of her simple white nightgown and put on an expensive moon-white silk dress.
A young woman who looked to be in her twenties or thirties held her in her arms, her arms around her waist. Her long skirt was tightened to outline her figure.
"My eldest lady...what are you looking at?"
Her hoarse and magnetic voice reminded Aiwas of Shadow Demon inexplicably: "You have a share, too."
Miss Bayard was a dark-haired, blue-eyed woman with long, straight, somewhat wiry hair that fell to her waist.
She had an awe-inspiring aura, and her hairstyle, hair color, and skin color were very similar to the little girl played by Aiwass at the moment - although she couldn't see her own appearance at the moment, she intuitively felt... perhaps the two of them would have similarities in appearance.
Aiwass suddenly felt a piercing chill on his neck.
It was the metal frame of Miss Bayard's glasses that pressed against Aiwas's neck.
She subconsciously raised her head to avoid her glasses, but the action of exposing her neck made Miss Bayard's breathing become a little heavier.
She almost wanted to bite it - but she held back at the last moment.
She extended her tongue and licked Aiwass's neck. The special secretion quickly flowed through the skin and into the blood vessels, and Aiwass began to feel dizzy.
——Aivas knew that this was the Moon Child's Enchanted Kiss. Before hunting, these vampires would anesthetize their prey by biting, licking, kissing, or other methods of exchanging body fluids.
The prey's mind becomes sluggish and unresponsive, unwilling to believe the other party's lies—not because they can't see through the other party's intentions, but because even if they can understand the logic, they still prefer to believe it emotionally. It can make the most vigilant people drop their resistance and expose their necks. It can also make people willingly invite the vampire into their homes and remove any protective items that could harm them or protect themselves.
Likewise, if these Moon Children desire money or jewelry, they will receive generous responses during this period. It's like a best friend willingly making a request, and even giving something away will make them happy—happy that they were able to help.
This is because the Moon Child's fangs are actually very fragile.
Their fangs, their blood-sucking organs, are hollow. Therefore, struggling while being sucked can easily injure the victim... even subconscious resistance can easily hurt them. Therefore, they will always use the Enchanting Kiss to dispel the resistance of the victim.
This state occurs every time a vampire is sucked. After the blood is drained, the "enchanted" state slowly transforms into a "satisfied" state. This is the same euphoric feeling Aiwas felt upon waking—and if the enchanted state isn't satisfied after a while, it turns into a state of emptiness, where they beg the vampire to make small requests of them and suck their blood.
An enchantment is a curse, and thus can be dispelled, but the cursed cannot dispel it themselves—for they would not think to resist their master.
If you are in this state, it is impossible to complete the "Master Killing" mission. That is why this mission gives so many points.
Similarly, in this state, they were unable to deceive their masters, which caused difficulties for other ascenders in their missions.
Aiwass realized this as early as when he saw the mission requirements.
However, Aiwass knew how to remove the enchantment curse without purification.
This is also what is taught in seminary classes.
Folks, elective courses are really useful.
As long as these Moon Children try to put themselves or their close ones in danger of life, or cause unbearable loss of life and property - that is, when the order exceeds the bottom line, the cursed person will wake up immediately.
——In other words, if these promoted ones want to move freely... they must find a way to get rid of their enchanted state first.
(End of this chapter)
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