Academic Gathering with Lich Colleagues

Chapter 483 The Revelation of Blood

The night was like a cage for all living things in the narrow chapel of Degonris.Ralph and Violet were huddled among the crowd, and Sylvester smiled apologetically in his line of sight not far to the right.

It was as crowded as a can of pickled sardines, and Ralph could assure the townsfolk smelled far worse than salted fish.The only thing that can be regarded as consolation... is not consolation, Violet pressed half of her body on Ralph's body on the grounds of crowding, and the fragrance of flowers brought by the morning light of Narannia, strong suffocating.

"Will..."

"No!" Almost putting Ralph's head in her arms, Violet interrupted him, "We can't cause trouble for Sylvester, and we can't take up too much space. Tonight, we I can only rest like this, I can lend you my shoulder. Dear wolf~"

"Is this the shoulder..."

The people around seemed to have stopped breathing, and their empty gazes were focused on the two of them.

The silence was broken by a subtle sound, the slight noise was like the ravings of a depressed person, or the silent encroachment of the world by something deep and dark.The sound of the wind whipped up by the flapping of the wings, and the sound of water droplets beating on the slanted roof quietly replaced everything in this disturbing noise.

It was like a storm was blowing outside, and a pair of huge wings flapped in the wind and rain.

Silvert looked dignified, and her deep breath stirred the flickering candle. She looked at the two of them, and bit a few words from those bright lips.

"Here comes the angel."

In the shadows outside the chapel, a winged figure flew in the air, splashing the liquid from its body on the sloping roof of the chapel, forming a torrential rain.

Screams came from the wall. It was the townspeople standing outside. They seemed to see something terrible and screamed.

But inside the chapel, the field of vision is actually dim, and the few torches radiate light, only turning the crowded crowd into distorted and chaotic reflections on the walls.The unknown panic of the outermost townspeople has further catalyzed the fear in everyone's hearts. Reason is like a thread that may break at any time.

Breathing sound.

The sound of Ralph's violent inhalation diverted the attention of the people in the center.

Ralph and Violet embraced and looked at each other, like the gesture at the end of a waltz.That elegance becomes an alternative beauty in an atmosphere of panic.Although Ralph's tense arms showed that he was wrestling with Violet, he finally held down the lioness and moved his head half a meter away from her chest.

"It's blood, a strong smell of blood."

Outside the door, there was a winged creature whose appearance was unknown. Blood was scattered on the roof, flowed on the ground, and penetrated into the crowd through the cracks at the bottom of the wall.Those peripheral townspeople screamed just because they felt the liquid flowing under their feet and saw the dark red color.

There was a rain of blood outside the house, and the blood got into the chapel and flowed under his feet.

These abnormalities should have caused a terrifying wave among the crowd.

But the wave was actually pushed down by force.

Ralph briefly identified the reason for the panic of the people on the outside, and then scanned the surrounding crowd with an empty look without any thought, as if mocking those who were frightened by blood, and strangled the screams in everyone's throats .

The blood had completely flowed into the entire chapel, and Ralph, Violet, and Sylvester in the center finally stood in a pool of blood.

Then there is no more then.

A layer of blood less than one centimeter formed on the ground, covering Ralph's heel.

Nothing else happened, and if you didn't look at the ground, the night was just as it had been.

Sylvester said a few words to calm the townspeople, and after confirming with his own hands that there was nothing wrong with the blood and that it was being absorbed by the ground and dried up, everything returned to calm.

"It'll be all right. We're in the chapel. It's safe here."

Sylvester emphasized this sentence beside the two of them, leaned on the surrounding townspeople on his knees, and began to rest with his eyes closed.

Sleeping standing up has become a must-have skill for the Degonris.

The standing crowd began to loosen up, they let go of all their defenses, and rested in peace with Sylvester's guarantee.

Ralph put his arms around Violet who was closed, his eyes were hidden in her long wine red hair, watching everything.

one hour, two hours...

Pulling open the coat to wrap the sleeping Violet in it, she breathed lightly on Ralph's neck.Ralph's blue eyes turned golden yellow, and his pupils narrowed into vertical pupils.The hands with bulging veins held the woman in his arms, feeling the few heartbeats here.

"One, two, three, four..."

The slight sound of chewing in Ralph's mouth, like a sleep-aid sheep count, or something.

A new day arrives as promised.

The heavy iron door was slowly opened under the push of everyone, and the townspeople of Degonris rushed into the surrounding vacant rooms. They would eat a small amount of food in the hidden cellar and continue to work for a new day of survival.

Ralph, who hadn't slept all night, was the most sober one in the whole chapel, and his long-term habit of watching the night must be part of the credit.Violet's pretend sleep was interrupted, and she was currently gritting her teeth and moving her body.

"How did you expose it? I obviously suppressed it and didn't make a sound!" Waking up in the morning, the first thing I saw was Ralph's profile, which was quite a challenge for a female sheriff.

"Heartbeat, your heartbeat is much faster when you wake up."

"Damn it, the fat lump on the chest is not soundproof at all."

Ralph raised his eyebrows, "Unless your thing is still growing on your back." He shifted his gaze to another girl.

Sylvester, just like the not-so-little female sheriff, this not-so-little female mayor is also pretending to be asleep.But the fluttering eyelashes on the edge of her eyelids clearly indicated that she was experiencing a completely different stimulus from Violet.

"Girl, silly girl, idiot..." Ralph patted the girl's face with his palm, and his cold voice was deepening into her nightmare.

Sylvester opened her eyes, she sat up and crossed her arms, as if she had caught a cold.

It took a few minutes for the dilated pupils to find focus, and her eyes worked again, conveying the image of Ralph in her mind.

"I got the revelation, the revelation of blood, in a dream."

That's obviously not good news, Ralph evaluated in his heart.

Sylvester's face was expressionless, and the confusion and helplessness in her eyes made her look like a child who had just lost everything.

Yes, just like what Ralph saw at his brother's funeral.

The same expression on Lyle's face as the nephew whom he first met.

(End of this chapter)