Original Vampire

White Dew Castle is located in White Dew City.

This looks like nonsense, but there is actually a bloody history hidden behind it.

The original eastern capital was Ningxiang City, which is famous for producing various precious spices.

Over time, even the whole city was scented with fragrance. It is not just the taste of spices, but the long-lasting fragrance that has been deposited over hundreds of years of history.

The bards once described it like this--

Even if Ningxiang City disappears from the world, you can still smell its fragrance on the map.

However, no one didn't expect that this beautiful phrase has come true.

Ningxiang City, the spice capital, was finally wiped out of the world in the forbidden spell-[Starfall] jointly launched by ten sixth rank mages.

Only a huge pit that has now become a lake, and the faint fragrance that can be heard on the map.

Fortunately, the White Dew Castle, the castle of the Saint Prolos family, the lord of the East, was built outside the city of Ningxiang, which was able to escape the catastrophe.

However, some people think that the reason why the wizards used Ningxiang City as the target of destruction was because White Dew Castle was not in the city.

The mages hope to show their strength to the imperial nobles through this move, so that they will be jealous, instead of destroying a Paladin family, completely intensifying the contradiction, and making both parties irreconcilable.

In short, since then, the Saint Prolos family and the Mages Council finally reached a non-interference and non-aggression agreement.

Ningxiang City was destroyed, but life will continue.

Through this incident, the people of the East Realm finally realized one thing-they should still follow the noble master to be safe!

So, when the capital was rebuilt in the east, this new city decisively surrounded White Dew Castle, and even the name was changed to White Dew City.

Actually, the people of the East have nothing to do in the military. A city of wizards makes them helpless. If it weren’t for the elf clan who also hated war on the border with the East, I’m afraid this area would not necessarily belong to this area. Glorious Empire.

Despite being pulled down military, the people of the East are quite high in artistic attainments. Even the elfs who have not completely retreated into the depths of the Brightmoon Forest think that the people of the East are humans. "The most noble and elegant lineage".

White Dew Castle, located in the center of White Dew City, is also the most proud architectural masterpiece of the East.

The dome inlaid with a whole piece of Han white jade is white and flawless. Even on a moonless night, it will emit a cold and gloomy light, as if the palace of Spiritual God descended on the earth.

In the center of the square in front of the castle, a huge white horse sculpture is spreading its wings, as if it will rise into the sky in the next second.

This is the emblem of the Saint Prolos family-pure white pegasus.

As night fell, a bonfire was lit in the square. Hundreds of East Knights wore pure white armor and surrounded the sculptures all around. They all looked solemn, holding swords in their hands and bowing their heads in prayer.

Below the sculpture, a woman in a white priest's robe is leading the prayers of the Knights.

Her voice is dreamlike, but it looks solemn.

"...The glory of the Lord everywhere, it will lead the spirits of the dead to return to his temple..."

"...Rest in peace, fearless warriors! "

This female priest looks more than 40 years old, but her charm still exists, and the pure and holy radiance shrouded all over her body adds a peculiar charm to her.

As her prayers ended, a middle-aged man in a duke's tuxedo strode into the square.

He is the master of the East-Duke Saint Prolos.

I saw the Eastern Duke approaching the female priest, clasping her left hand on her chest, bowing in salute, and saying:

"May the grace of Lord of Radiance endure forever, and may the warrior pass away His soul can rest in peace!"

His voice is very soft, with a hint of hoarseness, which is very contagious.

After the Duke of East Territory finished speaking, he lifted the head and his complexion instantly became extremely hard.

I saw that he choked and pulled out the saber around waist, raised his head high, pointed at the sky diagonally, loudly said:

"But their will will be inherited, their hatred It will be remembered by us!"

Choke——

Amidst a series of swords drawn, the Knights gathered in the square raised their swords to the sky in the same way as the Duke of Saint Prolos. , Shouted in unison:

"Inherit the will and remember the hatred!"

……

After the ceremony of offering sacrifices to the heroic spirits ended, the Knights dispersed one after another.

Count Evan walked over slowly, moved towards the only remaining Duke Saint Prolos and the female priest on the square, saluting, greeting: "father, mother."

It turns out that this The female priest turned out to be the duchess.

The Duke of Saint Prolos looked towards his second son, and said coldly: "What? You also came to help that Viscount Alston intercede?"

Count Evan's eyes rolled, He smiled and said, "I actually came to help the big brother intercede."

"What do you mean? Your big brother is still a captive of the Anglia family now. What use is it for you to intercede with me?"

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Count Evan did not directly answer this question, but instead said:

"Father, Viscount Alston has been kneeling in White Dew Castle for three days and three nights, and no water has entered. , If this continues, even with the body of his fourth rank Knight, I am afraid that he will not be able to hold it."

"hmph! Do you sympathize with him? Then who will sympathize with the 200,000 soldiers of Pegasus Legion? "

"No, father, I have no sympathy for Viscount Alston. It's just that if Viscount Alston, as his deputy, kneels to death in White Dew Castle, then what punishment should Marquis Vincent, as the coach, be punished? "

The Duke of Saint Prolos raised his brows and hummed: "You really asked your big brother for mercy."

Count Evan laughed and persuaded: "Yes, father If you don’t want to forgive Viscount Alston now, how can you forgive him after redeeming your big brother in the future?"

The Duke of Saint Prolos said ill-humoredly: "Why do you think I will forgive Vincent? That waste?"

"Oh? Are you not going to forgive your big brother? That's very good!" Count Evan clapped his hands, but exclaimed more excitedly, "Then when will I inherit the Marquis of the big brother? Where?"

"You wishful thinking!" The Duke of Saint Prolos glared and said angrily.

But Count Evan was not scared at all. Instead, he asked in shock:

"No way, father, if this marquis position is not passed on to me, you Who are you going to pass it to? It won’t be Anna? Just her silly look, are you really going to hand the East to her?"

The Duke of Saint Prolos was gasping for breath. , The right hand held the hilt tightly, as if the next second was about to swing the sword and chop this unconscious son.

"Okay, stop arguing." The duchess stood up at the right time and said, "Evan, you are not allowed to speak to your father in this tone in the future, and you are not allowed to slander your big brother and you at will Younger sister."

"Yes, mother." Count Evan shrank his head. It seemed that the mother, who had a kind face and didn't speak rashly, made him even more in awe.

Then the Duchess turned her head and looked towards her husband: "You too, are you ready to draw your sword to your own child? And that Viscount Alston, don't really let him die in White Dew Castle, then It will damage your reputation."

"I know." Duke Saint Prolos sighed and strode into the castle.

But after walking a few steps, seeing that Count Evan did not follow up, he turned back and ordered:

"Come here soon, I have something to ask you."

"Yes, father!"