Alice in the Land of Steam

Chapter 438 Do you want to kill this guy?
"Hey, Alice, what does the explosion countdown mean?"

"What? Let me see."

There was a striking prompt box floating in the retina, shaking continuously with the girl's steps. The highlighted text on it was very clear, so the spirits behind her could see it clearly: [Explosion Countdown: 29:30:09], and the numbers were still counting down.

"It's obvious," Alice said without hesitation, "It means that the castle will explode when the countdown ends."

"Oh."

Leticia nodded. What? It turns out that the castle will explode in thirty minutes...

"What did you say!?" The vampire girl subconsciously raised her voice, her doubtful voice echoing between the empty corridor and the cold ceiling. If there were no enemies nearby, she would have been discovered long ago: "Are they going to blow up this castle!?"

"It looks like it should be. Tsk, the people from the combined cult are really ruthless. They blew up such a big castle without any hesitation. I wonder how many antiques and treasures the Neoesu family has collected here. If you really don't want it, you can give it to me."

The money-obsessed golden-haired maid only cared about the treasures that were about to be buried in the ruins. Although these treasures were not actually hers, it didn't matter. As long as Alice had the idea of ​​claiming them as her own, she already had the indisputable legal claim right both legally and morally. She just lacked a few insignificant procedures to transfer the ownership and signature rights of these treasures.

Leticia didn't care about the treasure. She was more concerned about something else: "So, we only have half an hour left?"

She saw the vampire man stop outside a room and say a few words to the owner of the room through the door. Just like his appearance, Leticia couldn't hear what he said clearly, and she was too lazy to listen. She silently pulled out the crossbow from her waist, loaded the crossbow with arrows, and aimed at the guy's back.

"No, I don't know him." Leticia deliberately lowered her voice, as if she didn't want the vampire to hear her voice: "But he must be a member of Valenhild's tribe, so I have to kill him."

"Uh, excuse me for asking." Alice couldn't help but ask after seeing this scene: "Do you know this guy? Do you have a grudge against him?"

Metien looked at the countdown in the prompt box and whispered, "To be precise, it should be 27 minutes."

The vampire girl's tone was cold and firm, and she didn't sound like she was joking.

He was a middle-aged man with a hideous face and a gloomy expression. Due to the dim light, Leticia could not see his specific appearance clearly and was too lazy to describe it. The girl's gaze was fixed on the black bat wings behind the man, inexplicably deep - he was her kind.

You haven't forgotten that you also have the last name of Valenhild?

As the countdown ticked away, her intuition grew stronger. She believed that her grandmother was not far away and she would soon find her. At this moment, a strange figure suddenly appeared in her sight. She stopped in fear and shrank behind the corner of the corridor, sticking her head out to observe the situation.

When Leticia heard this, she felt even more urgent. She silently quickened her pace, passing under the blood-red moonlight and the silent half-knight statue. Her figure moving through the darkness was like a ghost that could not be captured by light. When she passed by, if the cold flames on the pale candles had not flickered, anyone would have thought it was just a gust of wind passing through the corridor, stirring up a slightly cold breath.

Such a reckless advance is naturally not as stealthy as the previous steady and cautious advance, and it is actually easy to be discovered. Fortunately, the war between Silver Moon and the Balance of Order did not seem to have burned into the depths of the castle, so there were almost no people nearby. Leticia was a little hesitant at first, but after passing through two or three corridors and a dozen rooms without running into anyone, she became bolder and simply stopped following the rules. Instead, she followed the principle of "the shortest distance between two points is a straight line" and jumped over those precious paintings and sculptures without hesitation. Sometimes she even broke through the window and broke into the corridor of the next room, leaving only messy glass fragments behind her.

Alice complained internally.

Metien was a little worried: "Is this okay, Leticia? Didn't your grandmother say that if you kill someone, there is no turning back?"

Leticia hesitated for a moment after hearing this, but after a while she shook her head and insisted on her original decision: "It doesn't matter, I killed a vampire from the Valenhild family, grandma will forgive me." If I remember correctly, your grandmother also has the last name Valenhild, right?
Alice complained again.

No amount of complaints could shake Leticia's determination, not to mention that Alice didn't say these complaints out loud, but just muttered a few words in her heart. The vampire girl hiding in the corner raised her crossbow unwaveringly, aimed the crossbow arrow flashing with cold light at the back of the Valenhild tribe member, and silently pulled the trigger.

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Breffa yeh Garcia Wallenhild thinks everyone is an idiot.

Gundaruf was the biggest fool, because he thought he could follow the great deeds of his ancestors and liberate Metosh from the joint rule of humans and the cult, but he never thought that the reason why Saint Junio, who was praised by the world, was able to succeed was because the Steam Cult, the largest human force in the West at that time, did not take the Taguao Wilderness, a desolate area full of barbarians, seriously. Once human civilization decided to expand its power in this land, the aliens would have no chance at all, because they were neither strong nor united, so how could they fight against an enemy that was both strong and united?

The other aliens who attended the gathering were even smaller fools, including Jacob Don of the Divans family, Lawrence Joe of the Esther family, or any other guy from any family. In short, they were all so stupid that they actually believed Gundaruf's words and were bewitched by him. They joined his alliance for the power of immortality and mobilized their own people to go to the battlefield to fight a war that they could never win. Doing so would be meaningless except to accelerate their own demise.

Have these people never thought that the power of immortality has never been in Gundaruf's hands, that guy is just showing off with someone else's treasure. If you really want immortality, the safest way is to bypass him and go directly to the Silver-eyed Countess. Of course, they are more likely to be afraid of the Countess's power and dare not use force to coerce. After all, she is a historical figure of the same era as Saint Junnio. In the mysterious world, the law that the older, the more powerful, has never been wrong.

But Berlefa knew that being strong in the past did not mean being strong now. The Countess at this moment might not be able to exert her strength as a vampire elder. Otherwise, why would she accept Gundaruf's "invitation" and come to the Forloze Castle to show everyone the power of immortality? Could there really be someone generous and selfless enough to share this power with others?
Maybe it was due to age restrictions, or maybe it was due to injuries from the past...Berlefa didn't care what the reason was. He was even somewhat thankful that the others were such fools that they gave him such a chance to enjoy the power of immortality alone. He had already made up his mind. After obtaining the power of immortality from the Countess, he would escape from Motosh through the secret channel he left in the Harbor of Desolate Rain, and leave this muddy and dirty swamp forever, even if he had to abandon his family and relatives.

He will have eternal life, and must have eternal life, and nothing else matters.

Everyone thinks that Jacob Don of the Divans family is the guy who needs immortality the most, because he is old and weak, and can no longer suppress the young men under him, but who knows that Burlefa's situation is actually worse than his? Because not only is his age almost the same as Jacob, but he was also severely tricked by the old and immortal guy when he poisoned his biological father and tried to seize the family power, causing him to be seriously injured. Although he has recovered now, he has left with extremely serious sequelae, which has forced him to establish his authority through conspiracy and trickery rather than force for many years. Everyone thinks that he is insidious by nature, but who knows that this is a helpless choice?
As long as he could obtain the power of immortality, and resurrect in a perfect state after dying once, as the Countess had just demonstrated, all the scars would disappear from his body. For this reason, even at the risk of aggravating the injury, he had to force the Countess to hand over the Fang of Immortality. This was an urgent matter.

Of course, it would be best if the "Silver-eyed Countess" had some sense and didn't force himself to use force. In this way, considering that they were from the same clan, he might consider giving her a decent death - as for why she had to die? Isn't the answer obvious? The world doesn't need two immortals. The body of the first immortal must be used to fill the gap in the archives of the cult union, so that the second immortal can escape the claws of the silver mad dog, hide in the back of history, and become eternal.

Moreover, the Silver-Eyed Countess had fought fiercely with Wolfgang, one of the leaders of Silver Moon, during the Dark Purge and died together. She was resurrected by the power of immortality, but Wolfgang died completely. As the latter's brother, although Gundalufu behaved very generously, the wolf's heart was unreliable. Everyone knew that he was only dormant temporarily and held a grudge in his heart. If the death of the Countess could make him calm down and relax his vigilance against himself, it would be a best of both worlds.

If the generous Countess knew that her death would leave such a large inheritance for her people, she would surely agree readily, right?

With this in mind, Berlefa knocked on the door of the Countess's room, said a few polite words that even he found funny, and then waited for the Countess's response. Whether she agreed or refused would not change the following plot. What annoyed him was that there was a dead silence. The closed room was like a huge beast that swallowed his breath and heartbeat. His voice did not arouse any echo in it. In other words, he was ignored.

What a disrespectful fellow.

Does this also count as the ancestor of the Valenhild family?
Borrefa, who was self-conscious about his good upbringing, looked gloomy and could not accept such contempt. He raised his hand again and knocked on the dull nanmu door, thinking that if the Countess was still so arrogant and rude, he could not blame himself for doing something ungentlemanly.

At this moment, a low whistle came to his ears.

Borrefa turned his head subconsciously, and saw a dazzling cold light flashing from the bottom of his eyes. Then there was a flashing light as violent as the sun, which instantly burned his eyes, making his pupils feel like needles and fire, and sending waves of intense pain to his mind. His face was instantly hideous, and he covered his eyes fiercely, with scarlet blood dripping between his fingers. The sharp and hoarse wailing seemed to tear the heart and lungs, which was creepy. For vampires who are used to the dark environment, such a strong light stimulation is no less than putting leeches in the swamp under the sun to roast, and it is more painful than the most tragic punishment in the Inquisition in the Middle Ages.

In this strong flash of light, a petite figure appeared silently behind him and raised the dagger in her hand.

　Give me some meow
　　
　
(End of this chapter)