Chapter 37 Blood Clan's Kidney

"Hyperion, rest assured, with us as your detective and lawyer, no villain can harm you."

Frey nodded. He always offered a helping hand when his companions needed it.

He just hadn't expected the topic to jump so suddenly.

He thought it would be a simple reception, where the three of them could just perform as usual and smoothly send off the guests.

But it turned out that there was a conspiracy involving the relations between the Hutton Kingdom and the Yaloran Kingdom.

If the three model student council members welcomed the academic visiting team from the Yaloran Kingdom and caught an elite Resurgence Sect member, His Majesty the King would have to commend them for their contribution.

The reward wouldn't be small either!

"Indeed, with you around, I feel like the enemy is always the one in danger."

Hyperion finally understood her role.

It turned out she was the best bait.

She was also indispensable to their team's virtuous cycle of continuous development, rapid wealth accumulation, and acquisition of everything they needed.

"We represent the new face of the Ekrit Academy, and we must win glory for the school this time!"

"That's right. Dean Loren will definitely thank the three of us."

"...In the event of an accident, don't abandon me when you two run away..."

The three of them chatted as they walked to the first floor, where they could see the familiar chapel.

Whether it was the arched ceiling or the magnificent stained-glass windows, they all revealed a serene beauty at this moment, with only the echo of their footsteps.

After passing through the chapel and heading to the side of the stairs, they found a stone door in the corner of the chapel, decorated with old iron rings, which was the entrance to the underground wine cellar.

"Is this the place?"

Frey asked.

"Yes."

Lancy replied.

Then Frey pushed open the heavy stone door. An icy chill rushed out from the crack, and the three continued down the stone steps. Soon, they smelled the aroma of oak barrels, the unique scent of time and wine mingling together.

When they entered the wine cellar and turned on the lights, they saw rows of huge oak barrels, neatly arranged. The lights in the wine cellar were dim and weak, and the air was filled with the rich aroma of aged wine, mixed with the unique smell of damp stone walls and aged wood.

This time, the Shadow World was full of high-end ingredients and various drinks.

"According to Stissella, as long as blood is dripped on the floor of the wine cellar, it will trigger the reaction of the underground magic barrier."

While speaking, Lancy took out a small bottle from his pocket, which contained a small amount of blood that the Saintess of Destruction had shed during the previous battle.

He couldn't let this blood go to waste.

Lancy opened the bottle and let the crimson blood drip onto the empty ground in the center of the wine cellar.

The next second.

Like a drop of water hitting a quiet lake.

Waves of transparent red fluctuations spread outward from the center.

The stone floor on the ground trembled slightly, as if hiding some mechanism.

Lancy squatted down, pressed his fingers on the ground, and felt the source of the magic, and soon, his eyes turned to one side of the wine cellar.

He walked over there and poured all the remaining blood on the ground. Suddenly, pale red magical power surged violently on the surface, and the stone slabs on the ground made a deep roar and then slowly sank!

Until the secret beneath the wine cellar was revealed—

Embedded in the underground depression was an ultra-ancient magical device resembling a metal coffin, inscribed with complex magical formulas and barriers. The symbols were jumping and flashing, as if they were alive.

Lancy didn't rush to take the next steps. Instead, he took Frey and Hyperion to the coffin underground to observe the magical formulas on it.

"As expected, this formula is exactly the same as the one in the sealed magic book in the library. It's just a fifth-tier magic. Even if I can understand it or even learn it, I can't cast it,"

Lancy said, his emerald green eyes fixed on the formula circuits composed of ancient human magic characters on the coffin.

Once sealed within, one would be locked in place and unable to recover in any way.

Its name was [Undying Eternal Punishment].

"When you reach the fifth tier, will you be able to learn this magic and use it to seal vampires?"

Hyperion asked from the side.

"Theoretically, that's right. Although its price isn't fatal, it will extremely deplete the caster's mana and cause a certain amount of backlash. However, the practical prerequisite for this sealing technique is to immobilize the vampire, and werewolves and witches are needed as a medium to cast it,"

Lancy turned his head and explained to her.

He only understood the superficial part of this extremely complex ancient magic, and he would have to study the specific content carefully after returning to the real world.

But Lancy inexplicably had a kind of confidence. Maybe this magic called [Undying Eternal Punishment] was the first magic he, who couldn't even cast Fireball, could use without using magic cards!

At that time, he would have to show off to the teachers of the practical courses at the Sage Academy that he could also use magic.

"According to my understanding, now is the night, avoiding the sun. You two just need to drip the blood as a key on the coffin, and this seal can automatically operate in reverse and then be released,"

Lancy stood up, took a step back, and said to the two beside him,

"By the way, for this beautiful moment, let's turn on the [Shadow World Recording Program] again. After all, there's nothing to hide in the following content, and it can also be a preview for the important live broadcast event after dawn."

If the academic visiting team from the Yaloran Kingdom arrived at noon, then they would probably be able to see their live broadcast.

"Understood."

Frey nodded.

"Are we going to subdue him together later?"

Hyperion asked again.

"No, you don't need to do anything. I can handle him with a single sentence,"

Lancy said with an exceptionally confident smile.

"..."

Hyperion nodded dubiously.

She was still ready to stand in front of Lancy to protect him at any time.

Because she couldn't figure out how a sixth-tier vampire could be dealt with with just a word!

Frey and Hyperion quickly cut their fingertips and dripped a drop of blood on the coffin sealing Viscount Augustine.

The next moment.

The entire wine cellar suddenly became silent, and all sounds were confiscated by some mysterious force. Then, the center of the floor inlaid with the coffin began to emit a low and deafening roar, and the vibration seemed to make the cellar tremble.

A bright red halo rose from the opened stone slabs, illuminating the entire wine cellar, even overflowing, directly dyeing the chapel!

The magical fluctuations in the blood-colored light became more and more powerful and magnificent, and the terrible phenomenon was like a sign that a disaster was about to come!

The coffin lid slowly slid open, and cold air escaped, like the abyss of a glacier of ten thousand years.

The cold air seemed to freeze all life in the wine cellar. Then, from the cold, slowly, a hand that had been corroded by time and only had a grayish-white color appeared in front of them.

The hand was very thin, the skin was tightly attached to the bones, and it had almost lost the nourishment of blood. His black fingertips shimmered with the cold light of death.

He grabbed the edge of the coffin, slowly stood up from the eternal frozen abyss, and his scarlet eyes were bright and piercing, as if shining in the darkness, sharp and deep, extremely cold.

Viscount Augustine stared at the three people in front of him who had freed him and awakened him, his face as pale as paper, without a trace of blood, only the intent of bloodlust was undisguised, and he was ready to eat.

"It was you who woke me up."

Viscount Augustine spoke slowly, his voice low and cold, and every word filled the wine cellar with a terrifying sense of oppression, and the scythe of the Grim Reaper was hanging over the heads of the three.

He was very hungry now, even if these three people rescued him, he needed to eat.

These three weak guys could only be slaughtered by him.

However.

Lancy still smiled as elegantly as the butler of this castle, and said to Viscount Augustine:

"Viscount Augustine, we have prepared three humans for you, and Count Palocas is already waiting for you on the third floor."

And he spread out his palm, showing a ring of Count Palocas.

Viscount Augustine, who originally had some malicious intent in his eyes, immediately restrained his greed and became thoughtful.

This precious ring had a strong aura from a higher vampire, and even Viscount Augustine suddenly felt a sense of fear.

If he wasn't a very trusted subordinate of the count, the count would never transfer such a personal accessory.

"Count Palocas..."

Viscount Augustine murmured.

Since Count Palocas came to save him, then he must not rashly attack the count's subordinates.

However, the count naturally knew his hungry state when he had just been released from the seal, so he also prepared food for him.

"It seems that the count has prepared a great gift for me, it should be three very good humans."

Immediately, Viscount Augustine smiled with satisfaction again. Even in the cellar, he could feel that it was night at this time. There was no need to doubt the sincerity of these three guys in releasing his seal.

"Take me to see Count Palocas."

"This way, please."

Lancy calmly stretched out his hand, signaling Viscount Augustine to walk up to the cellar.

In the dimness of the cellar, Viscount Augustine's figure passed by Lancy like a black storm. His steps were firm and powerful, like a wild beast trying to break free from its cage, eagerly heading towards the blood food.

When the viscount walked past Lancy, Lancy glanced at Hyperion and Frey, and winked at them with a smile.

Meaning: He's doing it willingly.

Frey silently gave Lancy a thumbs up, quite like the rampant feeling when a human trafficking gang succeeds.

"…!"

Hyperion didn't dare to interact with them and walked forward with her head down.

She never dreamed that one day she would participate in the kidnapping of a blood clan for a kidney transplant!

The goddess is watching her!—

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In addition, a rough sketch of Lancy's character design is attached below, and it will be released in a single chapter after the drawing is finalized~

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