Shepherd Tantra

Chapter 543 Bram: This is all necessary for the plot

Bram Stoker lay leisurely on the hotel chair, holding a thick ancient book on his lap and flipping through the book casually.

Beside him was a full glass of red wine.

He read the book for a while, then closed it and put it aside. He propped himself up and sat up, raised the red wine glass and pointed it at the sun.

The wine in this red wine glass is not clear, but rather viscous.

Under the sunlight outside the window, a black substance like a living thing flows in the transparent red wine. It was a black solid that looked like a tiny parasite.

Bram shook the wine glass with satisfaction and tapped it with his finger.

Under the stimulation of external forces, the black tentacles inside quickly danced together. Those parts that were not clear enough condensed into lumps and shrank into a red ball the size of a date, with several black tentacles pulsing like blood vessels.

"——Not strong enough."

Bram commented.

"You know the ancient country of Anxi. There is a good Lord in it, called Adil. He is known as the Generous Adil.

"As for you, you have nothing to do when you are idle. First, help me lock Aiwass's position with a curse."

The old troll suddenly turned red, as if a light was lighting up under his skin—like the red the back of his hand looks like when a flashlight is shined through it.

He took out a glass test tube from his arms and put a few drops of blood into it. The blood floated on top of the wine, looking like a puddle of oil.

He looked at the old troll devouring the fried chicken, then raised his glass and shook it with a smile.

His back and abdomen were covered with scars, and the muscles in his waist and back were tightened one by one like hemp ropes. His face was old and shriveled, and the muscles on his clenched jaw and neck were bulging out, looking like the muscles of a sailor's forearm.

Bram put his arms on his knees and said with a smile, throwing a large paper bag of golden fried chicken to the old troll: "Even if you have to pay some food expenses... you eat first. I said, you listen. .

As he spoke, he suddenly reached out and drew a simple rune in the air.

He stood up silently, his rickety back looking extremely oppressive.

"——Don't worry about getting into trouble. This matter has nothing to do with you. Just so I can tell you...where you will go next. This will give you a little peace of mind."

But even so, the old troll still didn't say a word... Even though his neck was straight and red, he still didn't make any sound of pain or begging for mercy.

Bram said leisurely: "Let's have some lunch and continue later."

The two kinds of blood mixed together and sank downwards. The condensed "heart" was shattered again when impacted by external forces, fainted and turned into wine.

In the corner of the room, an old troll with his upper body naked and his back covered with runes was kneeling on the ground facing the stove.

His whole body muscles twitched in pain at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his whole body shrank into a ball. He spat out the fried chicken he had just eaten in one bite - not out of vomiting, but because he was worried about choking.

Then he slit his wrist and dripped his own blood inside.

After hearing this, he silently began to pack his things. He put the black herbs back into the herb bag, caught the leeches and put them in the bottle. A clear liquid like oil is then added to it.

"He now needs a reliable spell mage...and in Rest, anyone you invite may be an undercover agent from other cities. Therefore, the troll wizards invited from the southern continent are very valuable..."

"Okay, let's take a rest."

"Tsk."

Seeing this, Bram clicked his tongue, clenched his fist in displeasure, and stopped punishing the old troll.

He threw the half-used bottle of red wine to the old troll and leaned back casually: "You won't be able to bear the pain if you follow him. Although there is a shortage of supplies in Rest, the Good Lord is better than the Theocracy. It's not much different. Even though it's in the desert, it's not too hot - there are ice makers to keep the temperature. "Although you are older, I can still give you magic potions to extend your life. If you want a woman, there is one. There are people from all races, even elves, it’s not like we can’t get them for you. If you like animals, be it gryphons, pegasus, or dragons... the good Lord has everything there and can get it for you. Rather, that is the homeland of the goblins.

"Is it interesting to be soaked in the rain, bitten by bugs, and chewing tree bark every day in the southern continent? So our relationship is not hostile, it's called each getting what he needs - I'll send you to a better place, by the way. Earn some travel expenses. Don’t always keep a straight face...

"From another point of view, you are going to rest in peace anyway. It is far away from the Theocracy. Even if you commit something here, no one will chase you. Originally, it was also... a crime over there. If something happens, you hide in the desert; if you put on the white turban, you hide in other cities. Anyway, the news in each city is not communicated with each other, and they can't catch anyone committing crimes there, let alone you. .

"This is also the meaning of a curse master. If people can't be caught, there must always be a way to punish them. It doesn't matter whether it is really cursed to death, but the key is to look scary, so that it scares people..."

As he spoke, Bram looked at the taciturn old troll in front of him.

If this old thing stood up straight, his body would be three meters tall. Even in the Theocracy, where elves are everywhere, this is undoubtedly a tall man. His body looks thin, but not thin. The dry skin and tight muscles made it look as dangerous as a werewolf.

"...I came to you specifically because you are famous in the Southern Continent."

He smiled slightly: "Kill your father, kill your uncle, kill all your brothers, and cousins. After killing so many people, the Beast Song tribe prospered from your hands... And The bottom line of all this is that you were once a slave of the Star Antimony people."

Hearing this, the old troll suddenly raised his head, his sharp and scarlet pupils looking like a hungry wolf in the suburbs.

But Bram didn't react at all: "Yes, I have heard about your past. You were once sold to Star Antimony and learned the Star Antimony language through self-study. You worked as a ritual assistant for your master and secretly learned from him. ritual spells and curses, and then you killed him, took a small boat, and rowed back to the southern continent by hand - twenty-eight days of drifting.

"After all, you came back from the civilized world for further study, and your knowledge is different from that of your ignorant compatriots. Now more than sixty years have passed, and you are old and have retired from the position of tribal leader... When I interviewed you before , you also contributed good material to me. I have to say that my novel with you as the protagonist is selling very well at Iris.

"They used this novel to satirize the Star Antimony people for buying slaves, and they also used this novel to insinuate the violence and untrustworthiness of the trolls. My writing style is very good at describing the dangers of your twenty-eight days at sea. Of course, I know you spent this month catching fish. But in order to highlight the conflict between human nature and the plot, I let you run away with your companion, and then ate him out of hunger on the way. "

"...Babimu was not killed by me."

Suddenly, the old troll said: "I didn't even eat her."

This was the first time he spoke, with an old and hoarse voice: "I remember telling you that she accidentally fell into the water. The wind and waves were too strong at that time... I was too hungry and couldn't catch her."

Bram pressed his hands down: "I know, I know. But it's not very reasonable... Reality is unreasonable, but novels must pursue rationality - if an important character who has been written for a long time, because of the storm, If you kill someone when something like this happens, readers will think it’s too simple.”

"But the fact is..."

"This is called serving the tension of the story - you don't understand. In short, you eat your lover..."

"She's not my wife either. I didn't know her before."

"It doesn't matter, they can be a couple for a day. In short, you ate her, very painfully and firmly. This created a heroic image for you. You are quite famous in Anxi. You can even be said to be a troll. Synonymous with wizard.”

The corner of Bram's mouth raised slightly: "That's why someone came to me to buy the 'Protagonist Prototype'. That's why I had the opportunity to introduce you to work in such a good place, old friend. That benevolent person saw this book Novel, I just want to invite you to go there.

"For your own safety, it's best to cooperate. Let's compare each other's confessions. As for the awesome things I brag about, you have to accept them. They are all needed by the plot and express the author's emotions. Anyway, besides you and me, there are also No one else knows this isn’t true…”

When he said this, he suddenly became excited and his whole person suddenly became serious.

Like a spider being touched by a cobweb, he stood up from the sofa in a whoosh. The whole person turned into a gray stream of light and flew into the house.

But at this moment, time around him suddenly began to slow down.

The midday light faded, and everything in the house became dim. The vermilion wine glass also became dim, and the liquid inside seemed to turn black.

And a dim yellow light filled the surroundings.

Bram's escaping figure was suddenly frozen in mid-air!

(End of this chapter)