Odd Containment Specialist.

Chapter 288: Banquet (I)

Xia Shou glanced at the blood slave lying quietly in the corridor, and then looked at the iron mask standing in front of him.

This man was able to bring more than a dozen blood slaves to his house, and in the evening when day and night were changing and the sun had just set. It was obvious that he wanted to show his strength in this city. After all, raising more than a dozen blood slaves was no joke. These irrational beasts had no humanity at all, only animality. It was like raising dogs. Either they had to be subdued by absolute violence, or they had to be fed.

Anyone who can satisfy this requirement and raise a large group of blood slaves like dogs must be an extremely powerful force with the means to control them and a stable channel to obtain large amounts of blood. The other party who claims to be a royal animal trainer should not be lying.

But the question is why did he invite him to the banquet?
The other party's purpose was unknown, but Xia Shou had no power to choose. The person invited to the banquet was a beast trainer with a dozen blood slaves. This was undoubtedly a threat. The royal family could not help but investigate them. They might even have noticed that they had just arrived in this city and used some means to disguise themselves as local residents.

But the other party should not be just hostile, otherwise they would not have invited him to attend a court dinner.

"Since it is His Majesty who has invited me, I will certainly accept the invitation." Xia Shou tried his best to imitate the speaking style of the ancients in his impression, because now he is playing the role of the Ming Dynasty Jinyiwei Zhenfu Envoy.

Although it may not be realistic enough, it is enough to play to this extent. After all, he has never really come into contact with the Jinyiwei.

"Then please." Iron Mask stepped aside to make way.

Xia Shou passed through the corridor full of blood slaves, with Su Weiyu following closely behind him. The blood slaves along the way grunted in fear, huddled together with trembling bodies, wishing they could retract their heads into their necks.

Iron Mask looked at this scene in surprise, and the expression behind the mask became more complicated.

Xia Shou went downstairs. The street was full of onlookers. They looked at this side with fear and curiosity. When the dozen blood slaves walked out of the apartment building one after another, the onlookers retreated more than ten meters to make more space for Xia Shou and Iron Mask.

"Please get in." Iron Mask stood sideways in front of a carriage with the royal family emblem printed on it and opened the door for Xia Shou.

Xia Shou stepped on the pedal and got into the car. Su Weiyu adjusted the direction of the Tongziqie and put it vertically into the car. Then she jumped into the car and closed the door casually.

Iron Mask sat in the front, driving the horses forward like a coachman, and the dozen or so well-trained blood slaves stood on both sides, as if escorting the carriage. Like a mighty parade, they drove towards the magnificent palace in the twilight of dusk.

Su Weiyu sat in the bumpy carriage, peeking out from the window on the door, and asked in confusion: "Why did the royal family look for us?"

"I don't know, but I have a feeling it's going to be troublesome." Xia Shou sighed, recalling the secret true history he had learned before setting off.

In the 16th century, the ruler of the Blood Dynasty was Grand Duke Rossa, while the original secular rulers, the British royal family, retreated to the second line. They still retained the royal title in name, but in fact became one of the eight major families of the blood clan. King Charles I died of madness at the end of the Blood Dynasty.

In secular history, Charles I was the only king in the history of the British Empire to be publicly executed, and the first in Europe. In secret history, Charles I's public execution seemed to be to facilitate a certain ceremony, led by the Redthorn family.

The history after that was not clearly recorded in the documents, but Xia Shou knew it because he heard it from Rosa himself at the top of the Tower of Terror.

It was this legendary figure who created the Blood Dynasty, and he was also the culprit who destroyed the Blood Dynasty.

After understanding Yara's true intentions and thoughts, Rosa personally suppressed all the vampires in order to make up for the serious sins he had committed. He hid in the time cracks of the Tower of Terror and waited for three thousand years without drinking a sip of blood again until he met Xia Shou, then he dived into the deeper Root Sea again.

Thinking about it this way, history is really dramatic. It was one person who pioneered the era, and everyone was chasing their own desires in this unstoppable trend. Whether they were vampires or mortals, they were all shaping their own lives and great deeds in accordance with the wheel of history. However, in the end, it was still that one person who dominated their fate, and all personal efforts were in vain. Not long after, the jolt of the carriage gradually subsided, and finally stopped. The door opened again, and the magnificent palace appeared in front of him. The two huge black iron gates were slowly opened to his guest under the push of the handsome vampire servant. The butler with white hair and black suit wore white gloves and waited respectfully at the door.

Xia Shou got off the carriage, and the butler nodded to the iron mask, exchanged glances secretly, and then stepped forward and said in a happy and upbeat tone: "Master Xia, His Majesty and Queen Mary have been waiting for you for a long time."

While greeting people, he attentively led the way for Xia Shou.

The sky gradually darkened, night fell, the moon rose, and the lights in the palace came on. The melodious sound of the piano was pulled out from the window like a transparent silk cloth, and spread across the courtyard of the palace.

The violin and piano had not yet been invented in this era, but keyboard instruments were developing rapidly. For a music-blind person like Xia Shou, he could not hear the detailed differences in these music.

There were sounds of virginal, viola, organ, and recorder, and a tenor was singing loudly.

On the terrace on the second floor of the palace, a gray-haired man was holding a large golden bowl filled with warm blood.

His gray hair was scattered messily on his shoulders, his skin was smooth, but the lines on both sides of his nose were as deep as if they were cut by a knife. His blood-red eyes glowed in the dark night, staring at the foreign man in strange brocade clothes, or to be more precise, at the possessed spirit floating behind the man.

His expression showed restrained madness, and his noble clothes added a bit of unnecessary elegance to this madness.

"Your Majesty, the ministers are waiting for you." A pale woman with sunken cheeks pushed open the door of the terrace and walked to the gray-haired man.

"Leave them alone and release Behemoth. I want to see what this Oriental guy is capable of."

The woman was stunned for a moment, bowed, and left silently.

Charlie once again turned his gaze to Xia Shou who was walking towards the palace, and drank the blood in the golden bowl.

Xia Shou followed the butler through the rose-filled garden. The aroma of barbecue and wine could be smelled from a distance.

He was wondering why the royal family suddenly invited a foreigner like him here. Could it be that his identity as a future man was exposed?

Finally, he entered the hall.

The moment he entered the hall, the attention of everyone around him was drawn to him.

An Oriental man in strange clothes...would attract everyone's attention if he were anywhere in Europe at this time.

Xia Shou calmly glanced around and confirmed that most of the people here were vampires.

(End of this chapter)