It's not that hard to open a hospital in another world, right?

Chapter 699 Blood Servant?Porphyria?still……

Blood slaves are different from blood slaves.

Blood slaves are human beings raised by blood clans and used to drink blood—of course, it is not excluded that some blood clans have stronger tastes and raise beautiful orcs and the like.

As for dwarves and barbarians, generally speaking, the tastes of blood races are not that serious.

But no matter what race they were, blood slaves kept their original racial characteristics.If it should be a human, it should be a human. If it should be a cat, a rabbit, or a fox, it should be a cat, a rabbit, or a fox. It will never change.

As for the blood servant, it is the product of the blood clan giving a little blood and forcibly changing the race. It can be said to be a degraded version of the blood clan.

Because of degradation, their strength is stronger than humans, but weaker than blood races; they are also afraid of the sun and will be hurt by the sun; they need to drink blood regularly...

The Glorious Holy See can also give punishments such as atonement and baptism according to different situations when catching blood slaves; but when catching blood slaves, there is usually only one result——

Put to death.

Sunburn to death in the sun, or, if some blood servants die slowly, depending on the mood of the host, they will also set up a pyre and burn to death.

"Send those blood servants to the opposite side." Lucerne's deputy referee ordered without hesitation:

"Tell them that if they can climb to the hospital entrance, they can live; if they can't, they will die. The guys on the opposite side, the vast majority of people, will not have any mercy on them."

"Yes."

"Send someone to watch, and if they are taken in, spread the news that the Royal Maternal and Infant Hospital has taken in a group of vampires."

"……Yes."

"If they are handed over to the authorities, then spread the news that the royal family has executed a group of blood races, and executed their partners who just fought side by side with them.——Then, send the news back to the Holy City of Glory, and let people pass it to the blood races .”

"But……"

"But what? Are you going to disobey my order? Or, do you sympathize with these blood servants?"

Lucerne's deputy referee asked with a sneer.Standing respectfully in front of him, the priest who had been recording the order raised his head and said hesitantly:

"But, I don't think they look like blood servants..."

"What does that look like?!"

The deputy referee raised his eyebrows.The priest lowered his head and rushed to answer before his boss got angry:

"Like leprosy!"

The deputy chief referee's expression softened slightly.Whether it is blood servant or leprosy, he only listened to a few reports.However, since the priest said so, he should go over and take a look——

Your Excellency Lucerne followed his subordinates to the prison, and looked at the filth deep in the cell from a distance through the iron railing.He turned around and left, went back outside, and scolded the priest:

"You can't even see the blood servant? How could you see it as leprosy? Huh? Didn't you see their fangs? Didn't you see the bloody teeth? Didn't you see the bloody eyes?"

He counted one after another, moved his fingers, and poked on the priest's face:
"If you insist on saying it's leprosy, are you too poor, or do you sympathize with these guys?!"

The priest could only cry with a sad face, bowing his head and pleading guilty.The chief referee of Lucerne was not in the mood to tangle with him, snorted coldly, shook his hand and left.

Leave the poor priest behind, arrange boats, people, food and water, and scare those blood servants:
"There is only one way to survive. Remember to go forward and follow the person who leads the way. You must go there. If you can't go, you will die!"

Three days later, a merchant ship loaded with salted fish, potatoes and sackcloth dangled and docked in the Kingdom of Kent.In the dead of night, the bottom warehouse was opened, and dozens of poor people in ragged clothes were blasted ashore and driven forward:

"Follow the light ahead!"

"Go, go!"

"When you reach the place, you can live, if you can't reach it, you die!"

Early the next morning, Gretel was awakened from a dream.It was a local nurse who called him. He finally didn't hammer the door, but his voice was not low at all:
"Master Your Excellency! Your Excellency Nordmark Master! Help! A group of vampires are coming at the door!"

Gretel: ! ! !

The blood race is here?Here it comes?After the banquet in the palace, he had a chat with Commander Drake, and he knew that on the way back this time, they left the blood clan members at the northern end of the Black Continent——

So, some people were forgotten and carried along in coffins?Or did another group of people go to Nevis, and then abducted to the capital to see themselves?

He thought quickly, got dressed, opened the door and went out.The nurse's face was pale, obviously frightened:
"Master Bernard has already rushed over! Your Excellency, you—"

Gretel was about to speak to appease, when two priests walked quickly across the corridor.One is the priest of the Spring Temple, and the other is the servant of the God of Nature, arguing all the way:
"This kind of guy, just hand it over to the guards to drag him away! What are you doing so close? What if he bites you and turns into a vampire?!"

"They're not blood servants! They don't have a dark aura, they should just be sick!"

what's the situation?
Gretel walked out quickly.There was a creak from next door, and Miss Yinlong also pushed open the door, and followed him out.

When we walked to the gate of the hospital, it was just dawn, and there were groups of refugees huddled in clusters in the east and west outside the gate.Grete didn't even need to count. With a glance, he estimated that there would be about 50 people, which would fill up the chairs in a waiting area, and would require at least a dozen medical staff...

As the breeze blew by, the stench that had accumulated for countless days immediately hit his nostrils, interrupting his thoughts.Reflexively, Gretel and Cerilla frowned at the same time.

Gretel turned his head subconsciously, trying to arrange for people to build a shed, and at least boil water for them to take a bath; but after Cerilla frowned, she let out a low sigh:
"They are not vampires!"

"you sure?"

Gretel looked forward vigorously.The distance was a bit far, and he couldn't see the details of the other party clearly, so he couldn't help speeding up his pace.Celera nodded vigorously:

"That's right! Definitely not! They don't have the bleak smell of blood races! Huh——"

Under the tattered clothes and tightly wrapped turban, faces full of erythema and swelling turned around.The scabs on the face are covered with scabs, which are finely broken and covered with scales;

The eyes were red and bloodshot, as if they might bleed at any time;

Ulcers at the corners of the mouth, cracked and swollen lips, pointed teeth, exposed bloody roots...

Every feature, it seems, is no different from the degraded version of the vampire.

Bernard had been standing at the door, holding the latch and watching.Seeing a commotion among the refugees, huddled against each other and about to rush over, they hurriedly barred the door:
"Don't squeeze, don't squeeze, stand still! Talk about you! Don't get close! Wait for the boss to call!"

Gretel turned a blind eye and observed intently.Cerilla turned her head to look at him for a while, and saw that his eyes were focused on the refugee and did not leave, so she stretched out her hand and tugged at his arm:
"Gretel, what are you looking at? - Didn't you say that they are not blood races?"

"I know not." Gretel murmured in a low voice:

"I was just thinking, are they..."

Is it porphyria?Solar dermatitis?Violet?Or, what other disease?
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