When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 689 Vampire Alchemist Master

Although it was still early May, when Horn looked around from his carriage, he could already see locals sitting under the eaves weaving palm leaf roofs.

Generally speaking, Black Snake Bay will enter the rainy season around June and July, and it will not stop until September or October.

So even though the sun is still shining brightly, amid the chirping of cicadas, the people of Black Snake Bay have to hold their pythons and prepare supplies for the rainy season in advance.

In front of Horn was a small village on the outskirts of Tiannv City. The land was muddy and dirty, with chickens, ducks and wild dogs running all over the ground. There were two intersecting long streets, and dozens of stilt houses were crookedly distributed on both sides.

Looking out of the carriage window, one could always see villagers sitting barefoot on the porch under the eaves, looking at the carriage surrounded by the group of soldiers with vigilant and unfriendly eyes.

Although most of these villagers are descendants of the Imperials, after years of intermarriage, they still retain the facial structure of the Imperials, but their skin is wheat-colored, making them more like the South Americans in Horn's hometown.

Taking his eyes off the faces of the Black Snake Bay people, Horn knocked on the wall of the carriage: "How long will it take?"

"We are checking the house and searching you. You will be able to get off in a quarter of an hour at most." The coachman responded quickly.

As a core figure of the Holy Axis, Black Snake Bay is full of lawless criminals, and the ones he is meeting are the notorious Sicheng Society, so naturally he has to check everything from top to bottom inside and out.

After leaving the Southern County, Horn returned to the Central County by boat to prepare for the establishment of the Black Snake Bay Federation.

However, before officially entering Tiannv City, he took a detour and came to this poor little village. His purpose was to meet the representative of the mysterious Sicheng Hermitage.

Lulos had informed Horn of the Priory's intentions long before, but this notorious secret party was only willing to meet Horn in Black Snake Bay.

They had originally agreed to meet in Tiannv City in March, but unfortunately the war in Southern County became critical, so Horn did not go to Tiannv City at all, but went directly downstream to attack Southern County.

The representative of the Sicheng Order stayed outside Tiannv City for two or three months before he waited for Horn's arrival.

After waiting for a while in the stuffy carriage, Du Valon finally knocked on the outer wall of the carriage and said, "Your Majesty, you can get off now."

As soon as he jumped off the carriage, Horn squinted his eyes because of the dazzling sunlight. He raised his hands to make a canopy over his eye sockets, walked on the sun-dried dirt road, and came to a stilt house.

I walked up the dusty stairs, opened the teak door, and saw a skinny middle-aged man with shaggy eyebrows in the middle of the empty room.

Unlike the mad scientist Horn had imagined, this middle-aged man was wearing a simple shirt and had a pale face. Instead, he looked like some hungry low-level scholar.

"Your Majesty, I know your soldiers are concerned about your safety, but isn't it too much to search my back door?" Upon seeing Horn, Acatlan, the representative of the Scales Society, complained with a frown.

But Du Valon, who was in charge of security, immediately shouted, "You know who you are. If you don't want to come and pay your respects, then you can only accept this treatment."

"Our scalesmen are used to being cautious," Acatlan retorted in a low voice, hunching his shoulders.

Horn sat down on the rattan mat opposite him and said, "Thank you for waiting outside Tiannv City for so long."

"It's my duty." Acatlan lowered his head, as if he didn't dare to look directly at Horn's face. "After all, we have been looking for Serfaye for a long time."

Horn looked at Duvalon beside him and his expression became serious: "Are you also looking for Serfaye?"

"Yes." Acatlan raised his eyelids and secretly glanced at Horn's face. "After she betrayed the Flesh and Blood Court, we kindly accepted her. Although we occasionally joked about asking her to perform a live dissection on us, it was just a joke. But she betrayed us again..."

So this person is really a vampire and not a witch. Horn immediately asked, "When did she betray the Flesh and Blood Court?"

"It was about fifty years ago. I was still a child at that time. I remember clearly that she was wearing bright red silk and glasses thicker than her fingernails hung on her nose."

"You're already over fifty?" Rafael's eyes widened. Wizards tend to age faster than ordinary people because they use magic for a long time. "I'm sixty-two this year." Acatlan stroked his black hair and laughed. "This is one of Master Sefaye's research results. I transplanted a magic leopard's heart and replaced almost all the blood in my body."

The Priory of the Scales had a method that could keep people from aging? Horn was shocked, but he soon realized something was wrong. If they really had this method, they would have been honored guests of the nobles long ago. Why would they need to hide now?
"How did you do that?" Du Valon blurted out on the spot.

"It was a very delicate operation. I was the only one who survived among the fifty volunteers. Apart from Master Sefaye who could use blood magic, almost no one else could perform it." Acatlan said with a bit of lament, "I'm afraid it will be lost."

The so-called blood magic is actually the alchemy of necromancy. For example, blood magic is used to create zombies and skeleton laborers, while manipulating them is necromancy.

"It's even possible to transplant hearts..." Although he had witnessed the magic of magic, at this moment Du Valon still felt that his worldview was collapsing.

"Not to mention the heart, Master Sefaye even tried to transplant the brain, but unfortunately failed." Acatlan seemed to be reminiscing about those glorious days. "There was a period of time when she transplanted four men's eggs into herself. During that time, she even grew a beard on her face, but unfortunately it fell off soon due to rejection..."

Prompted by Duvalon's words, Acatlan really began to slowly recount the past like an ordinary old man.

Listening to Acatlan's speech and combining it with the intelligence he had collected previously, Horn slowly summarized the information and life trajectory of this biological female who believed herself to be a female vampire.

Sefaye Shilov or Shilov, the Shilov clan is an unknown small vampire family, probably a branch of the Sorido clan.

This female vampire first appeared in Black Snake Bay as the spokesperson for the Flesh and Blood Court and a devil investor. That year should be 1385 in the Imperial Calendar.

Sefaye betrayed her clan for unknown reasons in 1394. Two years later, she joined the Order of the Scales and was quickly promoted to an elder.

The reason for her rapid promotion was simple: it was her exquisite blood magic and outrageous theoretical alchemy knowledge.

According to Acatlan, this vampire alchemist can even deduce alchemical formulas out of thin air, and the formulas are exactly the same after verification.

Although the wolf girl and her mother are not related by blood, they are both equally talented.

It’s just that the wolf girl is better at mechanics and mechanics, while Serfaye is better at alchemy and blood magic.

This female vampire from the Flesh and Blood Court has been frantically conducting various experiments combining alchemy and blood magic for twenty years.

Besides this, she seemed to have a weird and crazy pursuit of immortality and witches.

You know, the average lifespan of a low-level vampire is one hundred and fifty years, which is very long, but she still seems unsatisfied.

In addition to achieving immortality, she also tried to transform herself into a witch, or change the witch's innate spells, and even injected witch blood into the fetuses of pregnant wizards in an attempt to mass-produce witches.

Although this is in line with the radical ideas of the Order of the Scales, sometimes even the extremist elders think that Sefaye is too extreme.

"Later, for some unknown reason, it should be around 1416, Master Sefaye suddenly left without saying goodbye, taking away a lot of precious documents and materials." Acatlan grabbed his greasy hair, "As for the adopted daughter you mentioned, I think she adopted her later. As for the metal that connects the star realm, we don't know anything about it."

There was a gap of 1416 years between leaving the Priory of the Scales in 1434 and leaving Autumn Island in 18.

"Don't you know what happened to her afterwards?" Horn asked persistently.

Acatlan shook his head: "For the sake of 500 gold pounds, I have told you everything I know...hiss, her last whereabouts...well, I know that she has a good relationship with Master Cynthia. It is said that she paid a last visit to Master Cynthia before leaving..."

"Where is this Master Cynthia?" Horn asked quickly.

"Cynthia was the former speaker of the Witch Council." Acatlan said helplessly, "She went crazy when she got old and was exiled to the restricted forest in the Eastern County to harm the savages. Who knows if she is still alive or where she is?"

(End of this chapter)