When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 1095 Governor Monica

He summoned a servant, who struggled to carry out a weapon called the "Blood Pact Gun" and place it on the table.

With the help of the sunlight, Khafre was finally able to see its full appearance.

It is about half a meter long and is made entirely of copper-colored metal, but it has a pale purple luster.

"Is this bronze?" Hafari frowned and tapped the weapon, producing a crisp sound.

"I don't know, but it's heavier than bronze. This Blood Pact Gun weighs forty or fifty pounds."

Frowning, Hafari continued to examine the strange weapon, feeling a strange sense of unease for some reason.

The weapon's overall structure consists of three parts.

At the very top is a short metal rod as thick as a wrist, with a pipe the size of a bean drilled out from the middle.

In the middle was a glass bottle, with pale red bloodstains hanging inside like a cup, connected to a short metal rod at the top by several thin copper tubes.

At the end of the glass bottle, a purplish-red vampire vine extended from the top of the handle, but it had withered by now.

At the bottom are two grips, with the rear grip also featuring a crossbow's shank, or what's called a "suspension tooth" or "suspension tool."

"trigger?"

He blinked hard, and Hafari pulled his hand back as if he had been stroking the weapon.

He finally understood where that discomfort came from: this thing looked just like the clockwork guns of the Thousand River Valley rebels!
It's just that the barrel is a bit shorter, the caliber is a bit smaller, and the spring box has been replaced with a glass bottle.

It was only now that Hafari realized that the Baroque word for "tube" and the El word for "gun" were different words with the same meaning!

"Let me guess, this thing attacks by shooting lead pellets from a nozzle?"

"Oh my, sir, you are truly brilliant!" The president of the French Chamber of Commerce immediately gave a thumbs up.

Hafari's face darkened. He looked at the Blood Pact Gun, his previous joy gone.

How did the Northern rebels come to possess similar weapons to the Holy Alliance rebels?
Could they have conspired together?

Could it be that I've just pledged allegiance to a new master, only for that new master to be overthrown by a vampire version of the Holy Alliance?

It's probably just a coincidence, it must be just a coincidence, it's definitely just a coincidence!

Swallowing hard, Hafari patted his chest and coughed. "Tell me all the specific intelligence and information so I can report to the Governor."

Having ascertained the weapon's specific power and usage from several merchants, Hafari summoned a servant and headed towards the governor's office on the third floor.

"Is the Governor here?" Hafari asked the Governor's personal guards at the door with a smile.

The guard didn't even glance at Hafari, and simply said, "The governor said you can go straight in."

"Thank you, Your Excellency." Hafari bowed to the closed door before daring to enter with his servants.

Unlike the overly dark and solemn Gothic style of the City of No Light, the Governor's Palace of Calasibia Province is clearly more lively.

The walls of the three-section room are covered with a mat-like pattern made of white and rose-colored marble.

The shelves on both sides are filled with fresh flowers and porcelain, as well as countless precious collectibles.

Bearskin from Norn, silk from Flower Hill, ceramics from Windmill Land, glass from White Sand Land…

There are even precision clocks produced in Thousand River Valley that chime on the hour and can even produce a mechanical nightingale that sings.

This clock is placed in the most prominent position in the second room, which shows that the governor really likes it.

Upon entering the third room, we arrived at the governor's actual office. Even before the door was opened, a whiff of incense wafted out.

Upon opening the door, one is greeted by three rows of bookshelves, upon which are neatly arranged a large collection of poetry and literary works from the Empire and the Royal Court.

Knights in the Empire had a social need to recite poetry, and the Royal Court was no exception.

Even vampires, due to their long lifespans, have a greater demand for and attainment in art and literature than the Imperials.

However, due to the rigidity of their thinking and senses, their works often exude a gloomy atmosphere compared to the vibrancy of Imperial works.

Unfortunately, vampires are only half-living; the older they get, the more they resemble zombies.

The noble vampire governor whom Hafary has allied herself with is still young, judging from the artwork on her bookshelf.

This 150-year-old young governor is named Monica Giovanni, and she comes from the Giovanni clan, one of the thirteen noble clans.

The Giovanni clan has always been known for its pursuit of wealth, so they do not usually reside in the City of No Light. Their prince escaped the volcanic catastrophe.

"Your Excellency!" Upon entering, Hafari immediately knelt down and kowtowed three times heavily to the ground.

"Hmm... Is there something you need? Look up at me." Hafari quickly looked up and saw a tall, beautiful vampire sitting behind a set of high-end wooden furniture made by Fran.

Despite being over 150 years old, she looks about 30.

Her slightly wavy black hair flowed from her temples to the corners of her mouth, and her lips were painted with bright purple lipstick.

Unlike the pale skin of ordinary vampires, or the bluish-white skin of old vampires, she had normal white skin.

If it weren't for his scarlet eyes, it would be hard to tell that he is a noble vampire.

She held a sip of the royal court's local specialty, Purple Blood Wine, in her hand before leaving get off work, slightly tipsy, and stared intently at Hafari.

"say!"

Startled awake, Khafari broke out in a cold sweat: "Your Excellency, I have brought you weapons from the northern rebels, Serfaye."

After saying that, the servant beside him laboriously placed the Blood Pact Gun on the ground and clicked it open.

Monica, holding a wine glass in one hand, walked around the desk and picked up the weapon with one hand, looking it over from left to right.

"This is the...magic crossbow used by the northern rebels?"

Hafari immediately gave a thumbs up: "My lord is truly brilliant; this weapon is essentially a magic crossbow."

However, Serfaye's vanguard calls it the Blood Pact Gun, and only vampires who have signed a blood pact with Serfaye and received the Holy Grail blood can use it.

However, I've already tested it, and it works on ordinary vampires.

Governor Monica tried wrapping the vampire vine around her arm: "How ordinary?"

Hafari sneered, "Even blood slaves can barely fire a gun."

The governor frowned: "What about its power?"

"On the battlefield, it is said that blood mist fills the air, and red pills fly everywhere; one shot can blow a huge hole in the chest..."

"Duoduo!" Monica tapped the table with her knuckles. "Stop with the empty talk. What specific power does it have?"

Hafari became honest: "The direct power is equivalent to a Blood Explosion spell, but it can inexplicably break through armor from a hundred paces away."

However, each time it fires, blood needs to be drawn from the body to replenish the blood vial, which takes about half a minute.

Blood Explosion is a fairly common spell among vampires. It involves detonating one's own blood to create a burst of air and a loud sound.

When facing Imperial Knights, using Blood Explosion at close range can often frighten the warhorses, mainly serving as a flashbang.

"Ingenious tricks, this is all the Serfaye can come up with." The governor said this, but his face showed no sign of slackness as he examined the Blood Contract Gun from all angles.

Khafari dared not disturb them and could only continue kneeling on the ground.

After studying it for a while, the governor lost interest. She rang a bell and summoned an old vampire.

"Look, do you think we can build it?"

The supervisor in charge of mechanical manufacturing flipped through the blood pact, pondered for a long time, and then said a number: "...If you accept this number and timeframe, then we can build it."

"So expensive?" Monica put down her wine glass and questioned, "Then how was Serfaye made?"

Facing Monica, this noble vampire-born overseer was not intimidated at all: "Your Excellency, when Serfaye conquered the Holy Throne City, he took away all the best craftsmen in the entire empire."

“Tsk, I should have killed her back then, otherwise we would have had to buy sugar and spices at exorbitant prices.” Monica shook her head. “Then let’s outsource it. Hafali, go and ask around and see which merchant guild has the capability.”

Perfect timing! Now that Serfaye has betrayed us, let's sever ties with him. You can treat this as a way to break the ice with Fran.

Gold? No problem, I have plenty.

Upon hearing this, a bitter feeling immediately welled up in Hafari's heart.

Based on his experience, as long as the job can be completed, the price of such outsourced work will definitely reach a low point as outsourcing continues.

Given the current technological level and experience of the Eastern Continent, this task will almost certainly fall into the hands of the Holy Alliance.

"Understood." Getting up, brushing the dust off his knees, Hafari took a step to leave, but then heard the governor speak again behind him.

"and many more."

Hafari turned around instantly: "Is there anything else you need to do, Your Excellency?"

"Your merchants are well-informed. Find out how this thing ended up in the hands of those vampire gangs."

(End of this chapter)