After returning to the Brilliant Royal City after several months, Ash had to do more than just change his identity badge.
"Oh, by the way, your vampires are all in the Materials Management Office. Go and get them while you're free now."
Yelena and Ivan guided Ash to change his identity badge to a grey one with silver stars on it, which was the identity certificate of a mid-level wizard of the Brilliant Throne.
The badge was directly changed from an apprentice's to an intermediate one, skipping the low-level wizard process - the wizard in charge of registration in the hall confirmed again and again before changing Ash's badge with a shocked and dazed look on his face.
You see, any normal person would be shocked by Ash's training speed.
Yelena's mentality suddenly calmed down again.
Once his mentality stabilized, his lively, clever and trouble-free state returned.
So she smiled and told Ash about his vampire, wanting to see some fun.
Ash was indeed stunned.
His first thought was that Sigourney was in the Materials Management Office. After all, when it came to his vampire, he could only think of Sigourney.
But then I realized that it was impossible.
Yelena should have said...
Quentin?
It's a cause for celebration. After forgetting his materials for several months, Ash finally remembered them thanks to Yelena's careful reminder.
Ash blinked: "Is he okay?" He remembered the attack of the Three-tailed Flower Sea. Quentin should have been safe at that time? Thinking back carefully, at the critical moment, Quentin seemed to have shouted "be careful" to them?
"No injuries," Yelena said, "but it was very frightening. He looked even gloomier than before."
Ivan nodded. "Mr. Nance said that Quentin's reaction to the Radiant Array was unexpectedly strong. Perhaps a wizard had done something bad to him before. Before Quentin joined the Camarilla, he was a magical material for a dark wizard. Mr. Nance guessed that the dark wizard had used Quentin as corporal punishment."
Light punishment is a punishment measure taken by a few cruel wizards to make the vampires in their hands obedient. As the name suggests, it simulates sunlight so that the vampires will not turn into ashes in a short time, but can feel the pain of being melted by the scorching sun for a long time.
The torment of dried flesh and blood, the torture of mental collapse.
It is an extremely harsh and cruel punishment.
Ash had just read it in Rachel's collection, so he understood what Yelena meant by "it's very exciting".
Wouldn't it be very exciting for a vampire who has experienced corporal punishment from light to see the magnificent and vast light of the glorious magic circle?
The psychological shadow is probably as long as Abilos Avenue.
"I'll go get him out." Ash thought, is there any way to divert Quentin's psychological trauma?
The scene of Quentin surrounded by chattering children flashed before his eyes, and Quentin's gloomy expression became much more lively.
He pounded his palms and thought of a good idea.
Quentin, who had barely managed to calm down after locking himself in a dark cell, now sat on the floor, hugged his knees, and suddenly shuddered.
I have a bad feeling.
It seems that the battle to capture the third wizard tower is about to begin?
The last time they attacked, they wanted to kill Scarlet Moon, Nance's right-hand man, right? I wonder if they succeeded in the end?
Well, it probably didn't succeed.
He raised his hand and tugged at the Greedy Embrace around his neck. His master was still alive, so how could Scarlet Moon be in any danger?
But those people, human wizards, and perhaps some of their secret alliance, will definitely try their best to prevent the return of the Scarlet Moon.
It's really ridiculous that two opposing positions, fighting to the death, would always reach an agreement and cooperate in conspiracies because of ugly interests and desires.
Magical creatures actually cooperate with humans?
traitor!
Just like Scarlet Moon, both are traitors!
He let out a sick and weird laugh. It was perfect for a group of traitors to get together and fight to the death. It would be best if they all perished together with humanity!
However, his door was pushed open again.
Just like the time when his master took him away from here several months ago, the scene was perfectly reproduced.
He glanced over and saw the gentle and refined young master standing at the door. His handsome face twitched and his laughter got stuck in his throat. He couldn't catch his breath and choked with a heart-wrenching cough.
"Quentin." His little master came in, squatted in front of him, and kindly patted his back to help him calm down. "Are you okay? I'll take you out."
Quentin coughed for a long time. When his breath finally calmed down, he raised his eyes sinisterly and stared at Ash: "What am I going out with you for? To protect you? Do you need it?"
Ash shook his head, "I have Sigourney's."
Sigourney? Oh, yes, that's Scarlet Moon's name.
The answer was too straightforward. Quentin choked and pulled the corners of his lips stiffly: "So, what do you want me to do?" He seemed to remember something and smiled grimly, "By the way, I remember you are very poor? You can rent me out, or you can split my flesh and blood into a hundred or a thousand pieces. Which way do you think is better?"
Ash still shook his head: "I won't loan you out, nor will I tear your flesh and blood apart." He looked at Quentin seriously, "I won't use you to exchange for benefits."
His eyes were sincere and clear, without the ugly interests and desires that Quentin was familiar with.
In a trance, Quentin once again recalled the day when he was attacked in the sea of three flowers.
Under the dazzling golden light, it was this human who was desperately trying to pin the vampire traitor under his body. His thin back revealed an unshakable desire to protect him.
A human, for a vampire?
How could a human being actually fall in love with a material on a lab table?
This human must have something wrong with his brain, right?
Thinking about the brief few days he spent with Ash, Quentin finally became certain that his master was mentally ill.
In the face of the storm rabbit's attack, his physical fitness is comparable to his - what kind of wizard would not meditate well but instead train to be like a swordsman?
Perhaps I am too young and don't realize the cruel law of the jungle where the strong prey on the weak and the fittest survive.
That's why he wasted his wizard's talent and learned the swordsman's skills.
That's why they ignore the practicality of magic materials - instead of falling in love with the materials, it is better to truly make use of the materials and improve their own strength.
Isn't that what all wizards think?
He stood up, and after months of refusing to leave the room, he finally took a step towards the door.
He wanted to see how long Ash Elwyn, the young wizard, could maintain his innocence.
He wanted to see how long Ash could endure being surrounded by the filthy and ugly human nature before attacking Scarlet Moon.
Any wizard would be attracted by top-notch materials like Scarlet Moon.
His little master would certainly be no exception.
Thinking of this, he laughed strangely again, and even walked out of the cell and into the open sky without any fear. Instead, he felt a little impatient.
Can't wait to witness Ash's inevitable future downfall.
Because human beings are inherently mean and vicious.
No one is an exception.
He couldn't wait to witness this again on Ash Elwin!
Ash thought Quentin's smile was a little strange. He walked beside Quentin and thought about it. He thought Quentin didn't believe what he just said. So he added: "I really won't use you to make money or anything."
He smiled friendly: "I'm not poor anymore. There's no need to do this kind of thing, don't worry..."
Quentin paused, his laughter got stuck in his throat again, he choked on his breath, bent over and started coughing heart-wrenchingly.
Isn't it because the young wizard is innocent, kind and gentle that he is not used in exchange for benefits?
What do you mean because he is no longer poor?
If you are still a pauper, you will still rent it out and split it into thousands of parts, right?
Hahaha!
What else is there to witness?
No need to witness!
There is no good thing about human beings!
He was coughing terribly.
Ash walked over, patted him on the back again, and finished the words that were interrupted by his cough: "...I didn't have a single gold coin before, and I didn't have such an idea, let alone now - I won a large sum of gold coins in a bet today, and I'm really, really rich."
Quentin: “Cough cough cough cough—” Damn, can’t you just finish your words in one breath!
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