Chapter 92: The Gathering of Nobles

Speaking of which, this piece of equipment is quite nice, but Vilyric actually can’t use it. Otherwise, it wouldn’t have been sitting in her backpack gathering dust till now.

As for the reason…

【Dawn of Blood】

【Grade: Holy Artifact】

【Usage Requirements: 1. Level must reach lv50; 2. User must be of Blood Clan】

【Description: A personal item gifted by the Blood Ancestor to Prince Lucini Constans, which she passed on to Blood Clan Duchess Afra Constans. Originally a purple treasure quality item.

Three hundred years ago, Afra died. Ulysses Fred, the city lord of Glorious City, merged with the “Blasphemy Seed” and infused countless refined powers into the sealed body of Afra Constans, hoping to awaken the powerful life force of the Blood Clan and bring her back to life.

However, fate is predetermined and beyond extraordinary power to change, most of that power was actually absorbed by this special equipment carried by Afra, gradually evolving and reaching its current level.

After a special existence erased the “Blasphemy Cocoon,” this item was stored away and currently has no owner.】

At the end of the information gathered, there were the attributes and several active and passive skills that came with the 【Dawn of Blood】, but in Vilyric’s view, they were all grayed out.

She is not of the Blood Clan and does not meet the conditions to wear this equipment, so even holding it will have no effect, and likewise, it cannot be bound.

Moreover, this is a standard necklace accessory, and Vilyric already has a better semi-divine quality set of three: the Healing Necklace of Sacred Prayer, which far surpasses this holy artifact in both attributes and compatibility, making it unnecessary to use forcefully.

As mentioned in the description, she kept it in her backpack as a collectible.

However, right now, it has unexpectedly come in handy—should we say it’s a twist of fate?

Feeling the vague information emanating from the brooch… it kind of feels like a resonance with somewhere else, pointing Vilyric roughly in a direction.

After tossing the curious and peeking Kiki back into her pocket, Vilyric gripped the 【Dawn of Blood】 tightly and reactivated the effect of the 【Chameleon Cloak】 to slip out of the room.

Though the first floor looks sealed tight from the outside, not a bit of light getting in, the inside of the manor is not dim at all; rather, it’s filled with lit candles and expensive magical lamps, exuding a rather luxurious feel.

This room, connected to the outside by floor-to-ceiling windows, is located somewhere on the second floor of the manor and is interconnected with other rooms in a circular corridor, carpeted in red, leaving the center section empty.

Below, a spiral wooden staircase connects the two floors, and above the second floor, there is a third, fourth, or even fifth layer with the same structure.

The overall manor feels like a gigantic hollow cylinder, and it’s unclear what meaning this unique architectural design holds.

Even though it’s already midnight, there are actually quite a few people in the hall on the first floor, bustling with at least a hundred or so.

Yet, despite the number, it is not noisy.

The people here seem to possess high quality, behaving politely and in an orderly fashion, like a gathering of upper-class individuals trained in the most professional noble etiquette.

They are both male and female, with the men mostly clad in black tailcoats or fitted noble robes, while the women are uniformly dressed in court gowns or Lolita dresses that make Vilyric’s head spin—clearly very cumbersome attire.

Especially since these people all have remarkably good looks; even if you randomly picked one out, their appearance would rank among the top tier in the United Kingdom.

This is definitely not a normal situation.

Although she is standing on the second floor and looking down, Vilyric can still clearly see the men and women below, their black bat wings fully exposed behind them and the crimson liquid in crystal cups exuding a… bloody scent.

Vampires, all of them present.

Once almost extinct on the continent, the Blood Clan, rare to encounter, actually gathered in numbers exceeding a hundred in the capital of the United Kingdom, the City of Courage.

So, that symbol marked with blood droplets on the map meant this… Did they already know that the Blood Clan was hiding here?

Or could it be that the Blood Clan intentionally lured themselves into this place?

That doesn’t seem quite right…

To be honest, this is also Vilyric’s first real encounter with the Blood Clan; her understanding is shallow. The time in the Forgotten Land was merely a glimpse of Afra’s memories and the remnants left after she was worn away by time.

Putting that aside.

With so many vampires gathered here at this crucial moment, the Priestess certainly doesn’t think they came for a tea party.

At midnight, is something about to happen?

At this moment, a young man in a black tailcoat standing high in the hall suddenly raised a goblet filled with blood, capturing the attention of all the Blood Clan members present.

He seems to be the leader or organizer here.

“Dear kin, I am Blood Clan Duke Julius Constans. Today, I’ve gathered everyone here for reasons you are all likely aware of.”

The young man spoke loudly, his tone neither hurried nor slow, melodic and magnetic, carrying a peculiar charm that tugged at the heart.

“Three hundred years ago, our clan underwent great transformation. The traitor Afra stole the 【Shadow Mirror】, fleeing to the United Kingdom with the Temple and the Blasphemy Seed. After a long chase and search, we ultimately found her in the Glorious City.”

“That battle saw them violating ancestral teachings and shamefully employing blasphemous power, resulting in the fall of three princes, forcing our clan to abandon the 【Deification】 plan and wait in hiding…”

At this point, his tone abruptly escalated.

“But, the time will change! The traitor’s City of the Dead has been completely destroyed by divine punishment; this is the moment for our Blood Clan to rise completely! Don’t you all agree?!”

The young man named Julius spoke passionately, yet the other vampires clearly were not naive, as only a few voiced support while the rest watched with cold eyes.

After a pause, a girl with exquisite dark red hair, appearing to be only thirteen or fourteen and dressed in a black Lolita dress, stepped forward, yawning lazily and half-covering her face with a folding fan.

“Julius, you summoned everyone from across the world just to listen to your nonsense? Don’t get it twisted, our clan has remained hidden because our Blood Ancestor unfortunately fell in the Divine Calamity a thousand years ago, choosing to withdraw for self-preservation. How come it turned into something different coming from you?”

The girl lightly tapped around with her fan, pointing dismissively.

“There are still plenty of young ones here; using your silver tongue to forcefully pin all the actions of your radical faction on the entire Blood Clan is quite disrespectful to us old-timers, isn’t it?”

Although Julius, the Blood Duke, appears to be at least a decade older than that dark-haired girl, he acts exceptionally humble, showing no inclination to raise his voice in front of her.

“Haha, Princess Lucini Constans, how could a junior like me dare to misstate facts before you? Though I am merely a third-generation Blood Clan, inferior to you as a direct second-generation royal, you’ve been in seclusion for so long, I’m afraid you’re not aware of the current situation in the United Kingdom, right?”

“Currently, King Anchiro is dead, and the Fifth Princess Liliya Meikailande, with our clandestine support, has just defeated her greatest rival, Second Prince Ban Meikailande! Frankly, she is now almost certain to be the next Queen.”

“And all this, is exactly as we anticipated.”

“Now is the best time to initiate the final plan, to replace Liliya Meikailande and allow our true collaborator—Devitt Meikailande—to rise to power!”

   

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