It is impossible for the girl to find the evil god in the textbook

There is no friendship between the two, and they could even be said to be enemies in the past, but that is already a thing of the past, and Duncan deliberately avoided talking about it.

Chapter 64 Contracts

"I haven't killed for a long time."

When Victoria said this, she looked across the window sill and balcony to the busy people in the city, and just looked at it quietly for more than ten seconds.

The nun with lighter hair finally raised the corners of her mouth and looked away.

"It makes me feel good and my blood cravings are lessened. Now I just need to drink a glass of sheep's blood every week or two to suppress them to a bearable level."

Duncan nodded and smiled too.

"Sounds good, congratulations."

This is still a problem that must be solved for the current Enoch. Leaving aside the pure-blooded humans in the lower city, the dirty blood pariah from the wilderness and the few surviving dirty blood knights still need to drink some blood from time to time to suppress cannot.The blood they drink comes from magical creatures raised by wizard families. Logan Mephisto and several large farms under his name are enough to meet the needs of most dirty blood.

This is not a problem that can be overcome in a short period of time. Even with the research and assistance of the wizards of the alliance, those dirty blood species that have lived for dozens or one or two hundred years are already deeply cursed.

Maybe their descendants can completely get rid of the history of the old Enoch under the influence of certain ritual magic and the education they received from childhood, but they still can't do this now.

As for himself—

"I haven't drank blood since the day of Ascension."

Duncan smiled, raised his teacup and took a sip.

Victoria noticed that the liquid in the cup was just amber tea, not mixed with any blood products that the Nods used to like, it was just a cup of ordinary black tea.

So she looked at the other party carefully up and down, and Victoria found that the temples of the former leader of the new party and the commander of the Knights of the Guards had turned a little gray.

As a high-level filthy blood species, Duncan can live for three to four hundred years through sleeping or other methods. He should be at the peak of his physical condition when he is less than 400 years old now, and he will not start aging until he is at least a hundred years old.

It should have been like this.

The man in front of her no longer had the power he had in the past. The girl could tell from the smell of blood that his strength had declined by almost half compared to before. However, there was no pain or worry in the latter's eyes, but a look that had never been seen in the past. An unprecedented color.

It is the color of hope and fulfillment.

Duncan walked to the other direction of the room. The window here faced the depths of the island opposite the pier. The originally black soil was divided into square carpets by machines and green vegetation.

"After the Day of the Floating, the curse in the land of Nod was weakening rapidly. It wasn't until this time that we discovered that there was an amazing life force in the once spurned soil."

"Although the crops harvested here will inevitably be slightly polluted, the harm they bring is almost negligible, and as the crops are harvested continuously, the last bit of pollution will disappear after three months."

"I never thought I'd be able to see things like this in the land of Nod."

Behind the wheat field, the shadows of some buildings can be vaguely seen. They are the manors and properties that originally belonged to the Blood Clan, and those buildings that lost their owners are still intact.

Victoria's eyes lingered on one of the castles for a long time.

"There are now our partners living there, and wizards can study magic in a quiet place far away from the urban area. Some clan workshops of Enoch in the past are still in operation, mass-producing certain mechanical parts and Mithril armor for us."

"If you want to take a look, I can sign you a pass."

"It's not necessary."

Victoria shook her head and stopped looking at the dark castle once bathed in the rain.

"I came to you for another matter."

She hesitated for a few seconds, as if she didn't know how to speak, until the other party's expression became a little strange.

The blond nun sighed.

"food."

"food?"

Duncan was stunned, not expecting the other party to say such a word.

"No food, I came here for food, not the kind in the sense of dirty blood, just ordinary food. There is war outside, the price of bread is rising every day, and the monastery and city where I live will soon be I can't hold on anymore."

"I sold almost all my personal belongings, and there was also a firearm that the lady made for me with Mithril mixed with other materials, but the money was quickly used up. Even if only some very weak soup and black bread were distributed, the needs of the victims were not enough. It’s still far more than we can offer.”

She rolled up her sleeves, and there were many incisions on the girl's thin arms that hadn't fully healed, and her self-healing ability had also declined seriously compared to before.

"Later, I plan to use my ability to regenerate some meat, hide it in other food and distribute it to everyone—"

"You absolutely can't do that."

Duncan Coleridge interrupted sternly.

"Cannibalism is an absolutely unacceptable behavior. Once it begins, it can only end in absolute tragedy. You have seen the Wendigo in the wilderness and forest, and you have witnessed the ending of Enoch with your own eyes. You know what that means. What--"

Her eyes dimmed and she said nothing.

And Duncan finished the rest of the second half of the sentence.

"That's going to end up being an encore of hell."

"In your state, you can't do it too many times before you lose control and die. At that time, what will people who have tasted human flesh do after losing you?"

Victoria closed her eyes, unwilling to imagine what would happen next.

"But this time it's not because of the pollution of the gods, nor because of the curse of blood... I don't understand, why is that?"

why?

Duncan took a deep look at her, and finally took out a contract from the drawer and quickly filled it out.

"I can't give you the answer, but you can use the channels of Enoch and the Alliance to buy food, and the price is half of the previous market price."

"In addition, you must promise me to contribute to the new Enoch. Of course, I will give you a suitable salary according to your contribution. You can use this money to feed the monastery and the disaster victims in your city."

Victoria Milusel took the contract and carefully read it several times, her eyes full of bewilderment.

"But I don't know anything..."

Duncan smiled and waved his hand,

"No, you are more useful than you imagined. Even from the conversation just now, it can be seen that you are no longer the lunatic who only knows how to kill people in the past. Here is where you can come in handy."

"If there are no other questions, just sign your name in the blank space. This contract contains the contract magic engraved by the alliance wizard. Neither you nor I can regret what we agree with now. I will have to receive other guests in the future."

Victoria opened her mouth halfway, but in the end she just breathed a sigh of relief, and a smile appeared on her face again.

"......thanks."

Chapter 65 Meeting

Duncan watched the other party leave, then sat back in his chair and rang the bell to signal the waiter to receive the next visitor.

-

Elaine has not been walking in this city for too long. New Enoch City still only has a framework, and the city is full of the sound of construction.

After going deep into the docks, you can also see the huge chimneys above the steel factory.Billows of smoke rose straight into the sky, and thick streams of steam, still exuding heat, were discharged into the ocean through even thicker pipes.

Most of the workshops near the wharf are small-scale workshops, and they are more responsible for the assembly and processing of parts, which do not cause a lot of noise, so they are also arranged in areas that are convenient for transportation.Larger factories were built near natural mines that originally belonged to the wilderness.

Lucien drove the locomotive and took them to visit the streets where several major cooperation projects of the alliance were located.Although Lucien was not suitable for such a job, driving a steam locomotive was an inalienable hobby for him, so this leisurely man took the initiative to dismiss the driver and servant who were assigned to him.

"Generally speaking, the most suitable places for a noble lady like you to visit in a city should be historical and cultural attractions, but for New Enoch, that is the part that should be cast aside."

"In fact, as far as I am concerned, the history of the dirty blood nobles and their artistic attainments are still very valuable, but the current situation and atmosphere do not allow me to develop their value. Maybe in another 30 or 50 years, they It will become a great place for tourism and vacation.”

"Heh, that's really far away. What I want to say is, if you want, I can take you to the old castles of several big dirty blood clans in the past."

"No need."

Elaine glanced at the pocket watch with a gold bracelet, and her tone contained a little irritability and uneasiness.

"It's almost time for the appointment, can I go see that person now?"

Lucien opened his mouth and swallowed back what he was about to say. He smiled and then turned the direction of the motorcycle.

"Of course, if you wish."

-

The newly built roads are quite wide, and corpse-horse carriages or larger steam locomotives can occasionally be seen pulling goods on the streets.The ground is just flattened soil, and only temporary stones are paved in some critical positions to prevent the mud after the rain. Lucien mentioned that he plans to build a circular track across the entire city on the island. It is a rather large project, and it will take at least half a year before it can be put into testing.

Elaine came to the administrative hall, and the person waiting to greet them here was an old man with white hair.

The old man was wearing a dark classical dress, lined with a vest and white shirt of the same color.His back was straight and his movements were standard. Except for the deep wrinkles on his face and slightly cloudy eyes, he looked like a professional deacon in his prime.

"Hey, Hendler, I've brought the man back."

The old man glanced at Lucien, his eyes resting on the other's trousers with black engine oil remaining for a few seconds. The corners of his mouth twitched, as if he had eaten several pregnant flies.

Hendler Abram is one of the few remnants of the old Enoch era. He is the steward of the Abram family. Due to the eccentricity of one of Abram's masters, Hendler, who was born as a dirty blood pariah, was promoted all the way to the such a location.Hendler, who chose to stay at the manor to wait for Miss Abigail before the day of the float, also became one of the few surviving clan members.

"You are like this again, even if this place is no longer the Enoch of the past, at least you have to be quite polite and decent when receiving guests."

He pressed his hands on his chest and saluted deeply.

"I'm so sorry, please allow me to express my sincere apologies for my employer's faux pas."

After the death of the last master of the Abram family, the old man was no longer willing to verbally regard the wizard of the alliance or the current king of blood as his master. He no longer claimed that he belonged to a certain family or force, and only accepted Paper contracts and straightforward employment relationships.

But it is worth mentioning that when he faced Victoria Milusel, he showed a markedly different kindness and kindness.Hendler seemed to have a good impression of this dirty blood who followed his master in the last period of time.

Lucien didn't pay attention to what the other party said, but just shrugged his shoulders, as if he had already become accustomed to such conversations.

"My work is over here. According to the previous arrangement, I should still have half a day off. If there are no other problems, I plan to go back and sleep until dinner."

He stretched himself under the old man's resentful gaze, and then strode away from the administrative hall.

At this time, a crisp bell rang.

Hendler froze for a moment, then quickly opened the wooden door with his right hand wearing a white silk glove, and greeted the nun who left the office with the most meticulous gesture.

After understanding the situation, the corners of his mouth turned up, and his smile became more like a kindly ordinary old man. This change stunned Lydia, who was also a waiter.

"Your Excellency Coleridge has issued a voucher for you? Come with me and leave the follow-up work to me."

The plainly dressed thin nun nodded to him, and then walked in the direction of leaving the administrative hall.

When they passed by her, Elaine's body stiffened for a moment, and she quickly realized that it was an instinctive reminder of danger, as if something similar to a natural enemy and a predator's gaze stayed on her A few seconds, then moved away on its own for unknown reasons.