Alien world

Chapter 42 42. Casting Spells
"What was the power you unleashed yesterday?"

In the dusk of the setting sun, Annan and the vampire hugged their knees, sitting in front of the porch of the abandoned house, looking at the clouds that were dyed red by the afterglow.

"Catch you... the web of shadows that invite you into the room?"

"No, it's the power you release when you scream."

"That's the power of my blood..."

"Can it be released again?" Sincerity is Annan's strength, "You know I just became a warlock, and yesterday's collision made my magic vortex more active."

"It's okay, it's just that I haven't been able to recover the strength from the blood..."

"Isn't animal blood okay?"

"They can only restore me a little bit of strength..."

For no reason, Annan suddenly felt a trace of coldness.In an instant, the nails of the vampire, who was still complaining about the unpalatable livestock blood just now, clawed at Annan - grabbed an adult snake that was wrapped around his arm along the steps.

Annan can only rely on the slightly pointed snake head to judge that it is a poisonous snake, and the vampire has already broken the neck of the poisonous snake with ease and stuffed it into his clothes.

"I want to keep this snake for supper at night." It answered Annan's gaze.

"You saved me, thank you."

The grating like yesterday was thrown into the room behind him.There was still some time before the tavern opened, and Annan curiously asked about the vampire's past——

"I think my name used to be...Wood."

Wood said that as he became a vampire, he forgot many things in the past. He only remembered being from the south, being attacked by a vampire when he went out to chop wood, and then as a blood slave, he followed the vampire lord to start a bloody battle until one day, the vampire who controlled him After dying, Wood regained his freedom and started his wandering journey.

Annan already knew about the encounter with the tauren group.

So Wood is not an orthodox vampire.

Annan thought that the bard knew that he would make up a story of "The Wandering of Vampire Wood".

It was almost time for the tavern to open, and Annan asked Wood what blood he needed.

"The best is human blood... and the blood of cows and sheep is almost the same. Pig blood and chicken blood can only fill the stomach. Remember, the fresher the better."

In the west, dark clouds cover the dusk, and the houses on the street are brightly lit.Annan returned to the tavern, changed his apron and went to Mr. Fast.

He's going to find some food for the vampires.

"Is there a hospital in town?"

"what is that?"

"It's a public facility that treats the sick."

"You mean the priest?"

Annan mistakenly brought the common sense of the earth here.Priests are better than doctors in healing diseases and wounds.The doctors here are more like witch doctors, preparing herbs to treat diseases for the poor who have no money.

"Where can I get fresh human blood?"

Fast frowned, walked up to Annan, and pulled off his collar to check his neck.

"Have you met a vampire?"

However, because the rain cloud was approaching in the west, there were not many guests tonight, and no one cared about the behavior that usually caused screams, except Evelyn, who covered her face and peeked through her fingers.

"No."

Annan, who was so quibbling, was discovered by Faster that the wound on his wrist had not healed.

Fast's temperament suddenly turned sharp, and he held Annan's wrist: "You were bitten?"

"...I took the initiative to let the blood out."

Faced with Faster's sensitivity, Annan had no choice but to expose Wood's existence.

"Vampires are dangerous."

Even though he was a member of a secret society, Fast is still wary of many evil creatures, and he is helpless when Annan always makes friends with other races.

Although if he is still a member of the secret society, he must find ways to bring Annan closer to the organization.

"It doesn't want to hurt me."

Annan told stories about Wood, like how he could kill himself but didn't.And follow the tauren tribe to go north just because they can not be starved to death...

"A vampire who got rid of the blood pact?"

Fast believed Annan's words.Wood wouldn't hurt that part of him.

Annan nodded: "I checked the book, and the vampires who have broken away from the blood contract will gradually recover themselves, and Wood still has memories."

The only difference between Wood and humans is that his food is blood, unless Wood is infected by the blood power of vampires-but it has never killed people, and it obviously has no value to be watched by the ancestors.

"Do you want me to be with you tomorrow?"

"No. It's timid...and I used to scare it with the fact that you know vampire hunters."

"I do know."

"What are you talking about?" Martin leaned over.

Annan changed the subject: "How is your sword skill?"

"Mr. Fast doesn't even dare to confront me... Where's my sword?!"

Martin was wandering around the tavern like a fly, and it was Evelyn who reminded him that he disappeared after the rain cloth was laid last night.

Seeing Martin running out of the tavern in a hurry, Annan asked in amazement, "Is Martin so talented?"

"If you see him coming out of the hut with a wooden sword, you don't want to be touched by that sword."

The sound of pattering rain came into the tavern, and Martin came back shortly after holding a wet wooden sword, which made Fast couldn't help feeling: "It's really a beautiful rain..."

At midnight, with the rain still on, Annan borrowed Fast's poncho and Martin to go home.

Only without the assistance of the vampire, the meditation returned to its previous calm.

Equally peaceful is Annan's life.There was no hospital, and there was no way to get human blood by reasonable means, and paying for blood seemed like an evil act—although the beggars didn't mind.

As a result of only carrying the blood of cattle and sheep, Wood can only release his thin blood power once every three days.

The outline of Annan's magic vortex became clearer and clearer, and it would not be too far from the first casting of the spell.

At the same time, Annan always talked to Wood, helping him to remember more things and control the vampire's animal desires.

On this day, Annan bought a small pot of sheep's blood and ran home.

"Aunt Susan, let me borrow the kitchen!"

Annan brought sheep blood into the kitchen according to his memory. He originally wanted to share some with Aunt Susan, but the smell of untreated blood was really strong.

Holding the prepared food and coming to the abandoned house, Wood asked curiously, "What is this?"

"Blood profusion."

Annan handed it a spoon and asked him to taste it.

Wood picked up a piece of Xuewang and put it in his mouth, like the blood of tofu melted, Wood's expression gradually became indescribable-it was definitely not an expression of enjoying delicious food.

"It feels weird...like drinking spiced fat...well I feel sick."

It seems that heating blood to make food won't work.

Afterwards, he continued to collide with the magic vortex, and Annan suddenly had a burst of inspiration, thinking that he could try to cast spells now.

Under the witness of Wood, Annan tried to recall the process of the low-level summoning technique. The magic power gushed out from the vortex, and combined with imagination to form a spell:
A spatial rift of a low-level summoning technique unfolded in front of his eyes, and then a familiar figure emerged from the familiar background.

Wood, who stepped out of the crack, looked around strangely: "Is this teleportation?"

"no……"

Good news and bad news:
The good news is that Annan learned to cast spells.

The bad news is that the spells are a little weird.

(End of this chapter)