It is impossible for the girl to find the evil god in the textbook

The middle-aged man's eyes finally rested on Ella's silver hair. He seemed to be relieved and said:

"So it's my own... which clan are you from?"

Chapter 31 Mr. Nosferatu

"My own?"

Ella's eyelids twitched, and countless thoughts flashed through her mind.

Judging from the reactions of other people, she does indeed look like a dirty blood. At least until she thoroughly clarified the relationship, Fitili, who is a high-ranking dirty blood, couldn't see through this.

Except for Shadrin, who relies on strange instincts, the illusion brought about by this appearance has never seemed to be suspected.

Taking this as a premise, Ella thought of several answers.

Like "We got lost in the Forest of Silence", well, it turns out that even the Wendigo wouldn't believe that kind of nonsense.

To fabricate a lie requires countless lies to fill it up, and two people who know nothing about this world may reveal their truth within three sentences.Ella tried to channel Shadrin, but like the filthy blood, this behavior would touch quite terrible pollution.If she hadn't been prepared early, she would even encounter a lot of danger.

You can't say that you have amnesia like you did in Snow Country...? But the girl's position is completely different the two times, so this kind of argument is obviously not appropriate.

Maybe to tell the truth, to say that he is a messenger sent by the Wizards Union? This doesn't seem to be feasible, as she and Ling don't have any tokens to prove this.What's more, Ayla is not sure about the power situation in the land of Nod. Maybe this village will be hostile to Enoch? Everything is unknown.

According to Ella's calculations, they entered the land of Nod earlier than the rest of the envoy when the coordinates deviated.That said, she wasn't even sure when the others would arrive here.

In order to avoid mistakes in her deduction, Ella decided to confirm it again around the village.

The most urgent thing right now is what identity should they report to explain everything that is unreasonable.

What is the clan... Fitili didn't mention it at all.

Ella muttered in distress.

Time passed by second after second, and as the silence continued, their suspiciousness would gradually increase.

When Ella was hesitating and didn't know how to speak, Ling made a rather ingenious answer:

"Do you know Niels?"

"Oh, of course, he is very famous, Saint Niels Cain, the body collector of Enoch City."

The middle-aged filthy blood seems to understand something,

"You guys were sent in from [outside] by St. Niles? That guy always does that when he's out hunting."

What he said was equivalent to solving all the troubles for Ella and the others, and from the perspective of a man's attitude, he didn't have any ill feeling towards Nils or Enoch City.From this, at least it can be judged that there is at least no hostile relationship between Balaam and Enoch.

In fact, Ling was a little impulsive. Reporting Niels' name here was undoubtedly a gamble, but luckily she made the right bet.It is difficult to have such good effect with any other words.

The middle-aged man introduced himself. His name was Nosferatu. Under the leadership of the former, Ella and Ling walked into a fairly spacious house in the village.

This is the residence of Mr. Nosferatu. Baran does not have a tavern or hotel, and this is the best place he can think of.

"You guys are really lucky. There are many dangerous monsters in that forest. If we encounter something like that, it will be difficult for us nobles to escape unscathed."

Mr. Nosferatu put two glasses of clean water on the table.

Outside the glassless windows, people's fears faded after the misunderstanding was resolved, and the villagers began to get busy.

After learning about Nosferatu's attitude towards the city of Enoch, Ella brought up the intention of the Human Wizards Alliance to cooperate with Dirty Blood, and asked if the other party had seen a mission of more than 30 people.

The only thing she changed was that she switched the identities of Fitili and Niels.

"I haven't seen it."

Nosferatu asserted,

"It's not just us, most of the nearby villages are also the same."

He accepted Ayla's statement that "transmission coordinates are offset", and was willing to introduce some common sense of the land of Nod to the two of them.

The magic inheritance of the dirty blood species may not be worse than Kraft. Although the coordinate deviation is a small probability event, it is not too strange. After all, no one can fully assert the space.

"Why is he called St. Niels?"

Ling asked, she had never confronted Niels in Paris before.Therefore, all Ling's impressions of him come from Ella or others.In her opinion, it was just a scum who spread the plague in the city, turned the innocent into blood and dragged them to be buried with her.

How can a person like this deserve to have such a title in front of his name?

Ling looked nothing like dirty blood in appearance, and Nosferatu had assumed that the short-haired young girl was the rations Ella carried with her.

But under the circumstances that the wizard alliance might cooperate with them, the identity of the other party is enough to talk to him.

"That's right, miss, you should know something about those of us who shed the holy blood."

"In their old age, nobles often can't restrain the terrifying power in their blood and become deformed into monsters. This kind of death is definitely not decent."

What he was talking about was the inevitable ending that dirty blood would face at the end of its life, which was very similar to the loss of control of wizards, but it was even more terrifying.

Nosferatu sat at the other end of the long table with his arms folded,

"Mr. Nils performed the funeral of every dying nobleman with holy relics, and all who were pierced through the heart by Tepesh's spear all enjoyed a dignified death. He has been repeating it gratuitously for nearly ten years. This work, because of this great benevolence, we call him St. Niels."

This so-called funeral sounds absurd and heavy, but letting others end their lives for themselves is the so-called "decent way of death".

The body collector of Enoch City... Ella was a little bit emotional, she knew a little more about Fitili and Nils.In fact, that young man's aversion to dirty blood was no less than that of Fittili, and he had an almost pathological pursuit of maintaining a human posture.

She suddenly felt that she understood Niels a little bit. Perhaps maintaining a human death method was the last thread and the last bit of dignity he clung to in the sea of ​​​​hell fire.

After that, Mr. Nosferatu mentioned something about Silent Forest. He was one of the lords who were transferred here by Enno City to protect the village.

Relying on the advantage of the terrain here, the middle-aged filthy blood can cooperate with the militia to repel the wendigo who appeared alone. In this case, the latter can only hunt and kill one or two people in the village at most.

They have reached some kind of wonderful balance with the monsters in the forest. The Wendigo will not be willing to pay a high price to deal with Nosferatu, because killing him would mean a direct provocation to Enoch City.

Generally speaking, the monster will only fight him for a while, and then only take away one or two villagers.This loss is barely acceptable to Balan Village.

"If it's so dangerous, why build a village near the forest? There aren't many village names here, right?"

Ella felt very puzzled when she thought about the morgue underneath Shadelin.

"Life is cheap, Miss Williams."

Nosferatu shook his head and put the cup back on the table.

"And leaving here, they will only die faster."

Chapter 32 Isaiah

"Why do you say that, is there any monster out there that is more terrifying than Wendigo?"

Ella thought about it, and asked hesitantly.

In her opinion, the Wendigo can already be counted as a very powerful and dangerous creature. The land of Nod shouldn't be full of such monsters, right?

"Much worse than that, miss."

Mr. Nosferatu got off his seat and pushed open the wooden window of this room.Because there was no glass that could be used to block the wind, the cold air quickly poured in from the outside, and even the flames burning in the fireplace weakened a bit.

The villagers seem to be busy with something outside the window. They soak some cleaned black plant leaves into a large black tank, and then press down the thick snow and stones on the tank head.This method looks a bit like the Germans making pickles, but Ella smelled something that made her feel uncomfortable.

It is now close to noon, and the wind and snow outside the window are a little lighter.

"Speaking of which, you probably haven't seen the food of Nod, have you?"

Nosferatu clapped his hands, and a thin man dressed as a servant brought over a stack of things placed under the cover of a carved silver dinner plate.

This seemed a bit ridiculous, on the tattered yellow tablecloth with a corner missing, there was an exquisite, even extravagant, dinner plate at this time.

The middle-aged filthy blood lifted the cover of the dinner plate with an almost pious attitude, but there were only a few reddish vegetable leaves and a thin slice of meat half the size of a palm lying on the white porcelain plate.

This is really a bit too shabby...

Ella couldn't help thinking of such a faux pas.

Nosferatu is undoubtedly the person with the highest status in Balan Village, but the things in front of him are not even enough to fill the stomach of a developing child.

"Confirming with your eyes is faster than listening to my explanation, please don't be polite."

Curiously, Ling picked up a vegetable leaf with a knife, not so much a vegetable leaf... This kind of thing looked more like some kind of weed that hadn't even removed the withered and yellow parts, thick salt grains and unknown The red sauce drips down the plant leaves on the dinner plate.

Because they have been left for a long time, the leaves and the sticky sap have become somewhat deteriorated, making people feel uncomfortable.

Not to mention Ling, I am afraid that even the shadow will not have an appetite for this kind of thing,

Ling noticed that the sweet rusty smell was gradually permeating the air, and she finally changed her expression, and stared at Nosferatu with some doubts after putting down the knife and fork.

"Is this...human blood?"

Judging from the previous situation, the village name's attitude towards this middle-aged filthy vampire is obviously respectful and even close, but the natural use of human blood as a condiment is no better than the Wendigo.

If it was what Ling thought, then their attitude towards humans was nothing more than the difference between hunting wild game and raising livestock in captivity.

As if he didn't notice the hostility and guard in the girl's tone, Nosferatu glanced at the food on the plate, took a deep breath, and looked away with some difficulty.

"Miss Wizard, you will soon understand that this blood is not just a hobby of our nobles...in fact, it is a necessity in Nod, whether it is for us who shed holy blood or for ordinary humans all the same."

Aila looked out of the window. On the stone platforms or earth walls of the village, dried leaves can be seen everywhere.Villagers were barreling stacks of dark tubers that all looked to be the same plant.

She waved her hand, causing one of the very slender leaves to float over and pinch it with two fingers.

She exerted a little force, and the blackened plant juice seeped out, stinging her skin a little numb.This is not a toxin, but a curse or pollution formed by some weak magic power. Ella tried a few spells to remove the curse but it didn't work.

"Nord people usually eat this kind of food?"

It seemed to her almost an act of slow suicide.

"This kind of thing?"

Nosferatu smiled silently,

"That's true from an outsider's perspective ... but in fact, we call this plant 'Isaiah.'"