The following day, the three of them arrived at the residence of the Lord of the area.
The Lords were the administrators of the land, mostly fifth-generation Bloods, and the Lords in turn handed over some of the lands within their jurisdiction to some dukes, who were generally sixth-generation Bloods.
The Elders are fourth-generation Bloods; the Princes are third-generation Bloods.
A seventh-generation was usually a marquis, an eighth-generation a viscount, a ninth-generation a baron, and below the barons were the most numerous commoners.
The commoners at the bottom of the hierarchy were resentful as a result of the pyramidal distribution of classes.
The longevity of the Bloods had become a shackle to their development. The vampire populace lives a slow and idle life, and the classes are already divided at birth. They appear to be more powerful than humans, but also more confused than humans.
Human life is very short, and because it is short, humans cherish these few hundred years all the more. And because of this short life, human civilisation has progressed by leaps and bounds, from primitive people who could not wear clothes in the beginning to a race that is n over the world.
This shows how strong and terrible mankind is.
Humans are the only race in the world that can stand up to the Blood race, which makes the Blood race very puzzled.
Thousands of years ago, humans were so weak and vulnerable that they could only act as things for them, to be slaughtered and imprisoned.
A thousand years passed slowly, and it was only then that the Bloods realised that while they were lost and unseeking, humanity had long since changed dramatically in those millennia.
Human intelligence had increased, and groups, tribes, cities, and nations had emerged among them.
Amazed at the development of humans, the Bloods began to study them.
The Bloods were jealous of the humans, so weak and insignificant yet so strong in a way that was different from the Bloods.
Humans fear the power of the Bloods, but the Bloods envy their fearlessness.
But the Bloods are an extremely arrogant race, and their envy and jealousy eventually turned into deep contempt and anger.
Humans were nothing more than food for them!
The Bloods began to capture humans, not only for food but also to turn them into their servants.
They took humans into vampire territory, embraced them, and turned them into Bloods, allowing the inhuman humans to cultivate and farm the land.
But the humans had become half-bloods, and the crops they grew would only taste like wax. The Bloods, in turn, drove the Inhumans to hunt and kill humans with ferocity.
To resist the Bloods and the Blood Servants, alchemists and priests sprung up among the humans.
Humans are tenacious beings like locusts; they can never be destroyed. Not only that, but they were the fastest to fight back in the face of adverse circumstances.
There was a constant battle between humans and Bloods, and both suffered casualties in what became known as the Blood War.
After the Blood War, the number of vampires fell considerably. The Blood King eventually decreed that there would be, four lords under the princes: dukes, marquises, viscounts, and barons, each of whom would govern their own territory. No one was allowed to leave the vampire territory without the consent of the Lords and Princes.
It took a thousand years for the Blood race to settle down, and a thousand years for them to regain vitality.
A lord is, therefore, the equivalent of a king of a place, and a duke can only be considered a prince.
Curtisno led the two men to the Lord’s palace and was stopped by guards just as he reached the door.
The guards gave the men a quizzical look before finally locking their eyes on Curtisno.
He’d reduced his aura to that of a sixth-generation Blood, and his strength had become even more hidden. The guard’s eyes flashed with contempt at the sight of Curtisno’s golden hair and blue eyes—a half-breed mongrel.
“Who are you?” The guard asked in a loud voice.
Curtisno spoke up, “I am Curtisno von Laus, sixth-generation Blood, head of the Vander family. I used to be a frequent guest here and have come to visit the Lord today. ”
The guards who could hear the voice all had a flash before their eyes like a string of memories were implanted in their minds.
The guards tapped their heads, “So it’s Lord Curtisno. Please come inside.”
With that, the guard opened the door and walked ahead to lead the way.
Following the guard’s lead, the three were led to a side room.
“Lord Vander, the Lord is in his study dealing with important matters, so you can rest here for a while as I go and pass the word.”
Curtisno nodded, and the guard left in a hurry.
Seeing the guard leave, Curtisno sat down on the sofa and closed his eyes.
Yaphisor saw his movements and thought that this man was going to do something else with his mental attacks. He had wanted to make fun of the now defenceless Curtisno, but thought better of it and gave up.
There would be plenty of time for that anyway, so why make a joke on an outsider’s turf?
Strange, why did I say “outsiders’ turf”? Wasn’t Cortisone’s castle an outsider’s territory?
Yaphisor rubbed his forehead and felt a very important memory flash through his mind, but it only flashed for a moment before disappearing as fast as lightning, before he could catch it.
He rubbed his head in annoyance and strode restlessly around this side room.
Chloe, the old butler, saw this and smiled pleasantly, “Master Yaphisor, you may as well sit down and rest. The master will be done in a few moments, so don’t miss him so much. ”
Yaphisor: “……”
This old man, which one of your eyes saw me pining for him?
The old butler did not get angry when he glanced at Yaphisor’s hidden glare, but instead smiled, “Silly boy, what’s wrong? If you like him, like him, but don’t end up regretting it. I think you two are good together. ”
“……”
The old butler set the two up in a serious manner, and Yaphisor’s head shook again. He had a sense of dejavu, as if there was an old butler who had also set him up with someone a long, long time ago.
Someone? Who was it?
With a sharp pain in his head, Yaphisor stumbled to sit next to Curtisno and unconsciously rested his head on Curtisno’s shoulder.
Curtisno’s consciousness was attached to the guard and followed him to the study.
The area to the west was Conservative territory, and this area was relatively stable, but not rich. The Hawks were more numerous and powerful, and dominated the best parts of the southern part of the Bloods territory. They also enjoyed the most resources.
When Curtisno shuttled from the guard’s consciousness to the Lord’s consciousness, the Lord heard the guard’s report and slapped the table in delight, “Good, so it is Curtisno who has returned. I will go and meet him now. You may retire.”
After sending the guard away, the Lord suddenly looked like he was in a trance, and his eyes changed. His kind and benevolent gaze had now turned cold.
Curtisno dominated the Lord’s body and glanced over the invitation letter held in his hand.
“Dear Lord Alsina, His Majesty the Blood King will be holding a court party on the 29th of July, 7016, of the Blood calendar, and you are cordially invited to attend.”
July 29th, 7016, which was three days later.
A light flashed in his eyes, and a smile crossed the Lord Alsina’s round face. Good, interesting.
As soon as Curtisno brought his consciousness back, he felt a weight on his shoulder.
Flinching for a moment, Curtisno looked sideways.
He saw that Yaphisor was leaning against his shoulder with a pale face, his brow furrowed, and even a cold sweat running down his forehead.
Curtisno’s heart tightened, and he hastily took Yaphisor in his arms, calling softly, “Yaphisor?”
Yaphisor responded with a “hmmmm”.
Curtisno glanced at Chloe and saw the old butler shrug his shoulders, “We only had a nice chat earlier.”
With both arms wrapped around Yaphisor, Curtisno rested his head against Yaphisor’s forehead, not forgetting to ask. “What were you talking about?”
“We talked about outlooks on life, values, and relationships.”
Curtisno: “…… I’ll talk to you later.”
Curtisno stopped paying attention to Chloe and probed into Yaphisor’s mind.
As soon as his consciousness entered Yaphisor’s mind, it was hit by a huge wave of wind.
Curtisno looked at this vast ocean-like compression of Yaphisor’s memories and was startled.
All these memories were chained, but they were now trying to escape from the chains like a fierce beast, brewing up a storm.
The more the memories tried to break free from the chains, the stronger the chains were bound.
As the two forces battled each other, they caused a headache to Yaphisor.
Although he did not know why these memories were sealed, Curtisno knew that if this level of memories were to hit Yaphisor, it would inevitably cause secondary damage to him.
A headache for days, or a coma.
For the sake of Yaphisor’s safety, Curtisno’s mental energy suddenly attacked and pushed back the memories that were about to gush out.
The memories were slowly calmed down by Curtisno’s pressure and returned to the ocean. The ocean in his mind calmed down; not a ripple could be seen, as if the stormy fight had never happened.
By the time Curtisno had withdrawn his consciousness from Yaphisor’s mind, Yaphisor had fallen into a deep sleep.
His brow was still furrowed from the headache he had just suffered, his cute little mouth was pursed, and two tears were hanging from the corners of his eyes, as if he had suffered a great deal of grief.
At that moment, the door was pushed open from the outside, and the fat-headed Lord Alsina came in with a smile, “Curtisno, it’s been a long time.”
Curtisno picked up Yaphisor and stood in front of him, lowering his voice, “Give me two places; I want to attend the Blood Feast in three days.”
Lord Alsina went momentarily stiff, and he nodded steadily, “Okay, I will save two places for you.”
Seeing the lord agree, Curtisno didn’t say anything and left in a hurry, carrying Yaphisor in his arms.
Chloe glanced at the figure of the still dazed Lord and shook his head with a tsk, “It’s only been ten thousand years, but the blood race has actually degenerated to such a state, heh!”
With those words, Chloe quickened his pace and hurried to catch up with the departing Curtisno.
The following day, the three of them arrived at the residence of the Lord of the area.
The Lords were the administrators of the land, mostly fifth-generation Bloods, and the Lords in turn handed over some of the lands within their jurisdiction to some dukes, who were generally sixth-generation Bloods.
The Elders are fourth-generation Bloods; the Princes are third-generation Bloods.
A seventh-generation was usually a marquis, an eighth-generation a viscount, a ninth-generation a baron, and below the barons were the most numerous commoners.
The commoners at the bottom of the hierarchy were resentful as a result of the pyramidal distribution of classes.
The longevity of the Bloods had become a shackle to their development. The vampire populace lives a slow and idle life, and the classes are already divided at birth. They appear to be more powerful than humans, but also more confused than humans.
Human life is very short, and because it is short, humans cherish these few hundred years all the more. And because of this short life, human civilisation has progressed by leaps and bounds, from primitive people who could not wear clothes in the beginning to a race that is n over the world.
This shows how strong and terrible mankind is.
Humans are the only race in the world that can stand up to the Blood race, which makes the Blood race very puzzled.
Thousands of years ago, humans were so weak and vulnerable that they could only act as things for them, to be slaughtered and imprisoned.
A thousand years passed slowly, and it was only then that the Bloods realised that while they were lost and unseeking, humanity had long since changed dramatically in those millennia.
Human intelligence had increased, and groups, tribes, cities, and nations had emerged among them.
Amazed at the development of humans, the Bloods began to study them.
The Bloods were jealous of the humans, so weak and insignificant yet so strong in a way that was different from the Bloods.
Humans fear the power of the Bloods, but the Bloods envy their fearlessness.
But the Bloods are an extremely arrogant race, and their envy and jealousy eventually turned into deep contempt and anger.
Humans were nothing more than food for them!
The Bloods began to capture humans, not only for food but also to turn them into their servants.
They took humans into vampire territory, embraced them, and turned them into Bloods, allowing the inhuman humans to cultivate and farm the land.
But the humans had become half-bloods, and the crops they grew would only taste like wax. The Bloods, in turn, drove the Inhumans to hunt and kill humans with ferocity.
To resist the Bloods and the Blood Servants, alchemists and priests sprung up among the humans.
Humans are tenacious beings like locusts; they can never be destroyed. Not only that, but they were the fastest to fight back in the face of adverse circumstances.
There was a constant battle between humans and Bloods, and both suffered casualties in what became known as the Blood War.
After the Blood War, the number of vampires fell considerably. The Blood King eventually decreed that there would be, four lords under the princes: dukes, marquises, viscounts, and barons, each of whom would govern their own territory. No one was allowed to leave the vampire territory without the consent of the Lords and Princes.
It took a thousand years for the Blood race to settle down, and a thousand years for them to regain vitality.
A lord is, therefore, the equivalent of a king of a place, and a duke can only be considered a prince.
Curtisno led the two men to the Lord’s palace and was stopped by guards just as he reached the door.
The guards gave the men a quizzical look before finally locking their eyes on Curtisno.
He’d reduced his aura to that of a sixth-generation Blood, and his strength had become even more hidden. The guard’s eyes flashed with contempt at the sight of Curtisno’s golden hair and blue eyes—a half-breed mongrel.
“Who are you?” The guard asked in a loud voice.
Curtisno spoke up, “I am Curtisno von Laus, sixth-generation Blood, head of the Vander family. I used to be a frequent guest here and have come to visit the Lord today. ”
The guards who could hear the voice all had a flash before their eyes like a string of memories were implanted in their minds.
The guards tapped their heads, “So it’s Lord Curtisno. Please come inside.”
With that, the guard opened the door and walked ahead to lead the way.
Following the guard’s lead, the three were led to a side room.
“Lord Vander, the Lord is in his study dealing with important matters, so you can rest here for a while as I go and pass the word.”
Curtisno nodded, and the guard left in a hurry.
Seeing the guard leave, Curtisno sat down on the sofa and closed his eyes.
Yaphisor saw his movements and thought that this man was going to do something else with his mental attacks. He had wanted to make fun of the now defenceless Curtisno, but thought better of it and gave up.
There would be plenty of time for that anyway, so why make a joke on an outsider’s turf?
Strange, why did I say “outsiders’ turf”? Wasn’t Cortisone’s castle an outsider’s territory?
Yaphisor rubbed his forehead and felt a very important memory flash through his mind, but it only flashed for a moment before disappearing as fast as lightning, before he could catch it.
He rubbed his head in annoyance and strode restlessly around this side room.
Chloe, the old butler, saw this and smiled pleasantly, “Master Yaphisor, you may as well sit down and rest. The master will be done in a few moments, so don’t miss him so much. ”
Yaphisor: “……”
This old man, which one of your eyes saw me pining for him?
The old butler did not get angry when he glanced at Yaphisor’s hidden glare, but instead smiled, “Silly boy, what’s wrong? If you like him, like him, but don’t end up regretting it. I think you two are good together. ”
“……”
The old butler set the two up in a serious manner, and Yaphisor’s head shook again. He had a sense of dejavu, as if there was an old butler who had also set him up with someone a long, long time ago.
Someone? Who was it?
With a sharp pain in his head, Yaphisor stumbled to sit next to Curtisno and unconsciously rested his head on Curtisno’s shoulder.
Curtisno’s consciousness was attached to the guard and followed him to the study.
The area to the west was Conservative territory, and this area was relatively stable, but not rich. The Hawks were more numerous and powerful, and dominated the best parts of the southern part of the Bloods territory. They also enjoyed the most resources.
When Curtisno shuttled from the guard’s consciousness to the Lord’s consciousness, the Lord heard the guard’s report and slapped the table in delight, “Good, so it is Curtisno who has returned. I will go and meet him now. You may retire.”
After sending the guard away, the Lord suddenly looked like he was in a trance, and his eyes changed. His kind and benevolent gaze had now turned cold.
Curtisno dominated the Lord’s body and glanced over the invitation letter held in his hand.
“Dear Lord Alsina, His Majesty the Blood King will be holding a court party on the 29th of July, 7016, of the Blood calendar, and you are cordially invited to attend.”
July 29th, 7016, which was three days later.
A light flashed in his eyes, and a smile crossed the Lord Alsina’s round face. Good, interesting.
As soon as Curtisno brought his consciousness back, he felt a weight on his shoulder.
Flinching for a moment, Curtisno looked sideways.
He saw that Yaphisor was leaning against his shoulder with a pale face, his brow furrowed, and even a cold sweat running down his forehead.
Curtisno’s heart tightened, and he hastily took Yaphisor in his arms, calling softly, “Yaphisor?”
Yaphisor responded with a “hmmmm”.
Curtisno glanced at Chloe and saw the old butler shrug his shoulders, “We only had a nice chat earlier.”
With both arms wrapped around Yaphisor, Curtisno rested his head against Yaphisor’s forehead, not forgetting to ask. “What were you talking about?”
“We talked about outlooks on life, values, and relationships.”
Curtisno: “…… I’ll talk to you later.”
Curtisno stopped paying attention to Chloe and probed into Yaphisor’s mind.
As soon as his consciousness entered Yaphisor’s mind, it was hit by a huge wave of wind.
Curtisno looked at this vast ocean-like compression of Yaphisor’s memories and was startled.
All these memories were chained, but they were now trying to escape from the chains like a fierce beast, brewing up a storm.
The more the memories tried to break free from the chains, the stronger the chains were bound.
As the two forces battled each other, they caused a headache to Yaphisor.
Although he did not know why these memories were sealed, Curtisno knew that if this level of memories were to hit Yaphisor, it would inevitably cause secondary damage to him.
A headache for days, or a coma.
For the sake of Yaphisor’s safety, Curtisno’s mental energy suddenly attacked and pushed back the memories that were about to gush out.
The memories were slowly calmed down by Curtisno’s pressure and returned to the ocean. The ocean in his mind calmed down; not a ripple could be seen, as if the stormy fight had never happened.
By the time Curtisno had withdrawn his consciousness from Yaphisor’s mind, Yaphisor had fallen into a deep sleep.
His brow was still furrowed from the headache he had just suffered, his cute little mouth was pursed, and two tears were hanging from the corners of his eyes, as if he had suffered a great deal of grief.
At that moment, the door was pushed open from the outside, and the fat-headed Lord Alsina came in with a smile, “Curtisno, it’s been a long time.”
Curtisno picked up Yaphisor and stood in front of him, lowering his voice, “Give me two places; I want to attend the Blood Feast in three days.”
Lord Alsina went momentarily stiff, and he nodded steadily, “Okay, I will save two places for you.”
Seeing the lord agree, Curtisno didn’t say anything and left in a hurry, carrying Yaphisor in his arms.
Chloe glanced at the figure of the still dazed Lord and shook his head with a tsk, “It’s only been ten thousand years, but the blood race has actually degenerated to such a state, heh!”
With those words, Chloe quickened his pace and hurried to catch up with the departing Curtisno.
