Chapter 163: Lance Would Never Kidnap a Blood Race

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"Huberlian, don't worry, we have detectives and lawyers by your side. No thugs can touch you."

Frey nodded. He always lends a helping hand when his companions need it.

He didn't expect the topic to jump so drastically just now.

I thought it would be an ordinary reception, they just needed to perform as usual to send off the guests smoothly.

The result turned out to be a plot involving the relationship between the Kingdom of Hulton and the Kingdom of Aloran.

If these three students were a good example for the academic visiting team from the Alolan Kingdom, they would deserve to be commended by His Majesty for their contribution of capturing an elite revivalist.

The bounty won't be small either!

"Indeed, with you here, I feel that danger always lies with the enemy."

Huayberlian finally understood her position.

So she was the best bait all along.

This team's ability to constantly create a virtuous cycle and achieve rapid wealth accumulation is due in no small part to her indispensable contributions.

We are the representatives of the freshmen from Ictere College. This time, we will definitely make our school proud!

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

"......And if something goes wrong, when you guys run away, don't leave me behind..."

When the three of them chatted their way to the first floor, they could already see that familiar cathedral.

Whether it's the arched roof or the ornate glass windows, a sense of serenity is revealed at this moment. Only the sound of their footsteps echoes.

Slightly past the sanctuary, to the side of the stairs, you will find a stone door tucked away in a corner. It is adorned with an old iron ring; this is the entrance to the underground cellar.

"Is this the place"

Frey asked.

"Yes."

Ranch answer.

Immediately, Frey pushed open the heavy stone gate, a blast of icy cold air swept in from the crack. The three continued down the stone steps and soon smelled the aroma of oak barrels, a unique scent born from the fusion of time and wine.

When they entered the wine cellar and turned on the lights, they saw rows of gigantic oak barrels lined up neatly. The light in the cellar was dim and weak, and the air was filled with the rich aroma of aged wine, mingled with the unique scent of damp stone walls and old wood.

This time, the Film World is well-stocked with both high-end ingredients and a variety of beverages.

According to Stisera, all it takes is a drop of blood on the floor of the wine cellar to trigger a reaction from the underground magical barrier.

As he spoke, Ranch reached into his pocket and pulled out a small vial containing a few drops of blood from the Destruction Saintess shed during her previous battle.

These sacrifices must not be in vain.

Lanche opened the bottle, letting the crimson blood drip onto the empty floor in the center of the wine cellar.

Next second.

Like a drop of water hitting a still lake.

Waves of transparent red rippled outward from the center.

The stone floor beneath their feet vibrated slightly, as if concealing some kind of mechanism.

Rance crouched down, his fingers pressing against the ground, feeling the source of the magic spell. Soon, his gaze shifted to one side of the cellar.

He walked over there and poured the remaining blood onto the ground. Suddenly, ripples of pale red magic began to surge violently on the surface. The stones beneath his feet let out a deep rumble and then slowly sank!

until the secrets beneath the wine cellar are revealed.

Embedded in the depression on the ground was a super-ancient magical device resembling a metallic coffin. Its surface was engraved with complex magical runes, which pulsed and flickered, as if alive.

Lanche held back from taking the next steps immediately. Instead, he brought Frey and Huberlian to the coffin in the underground chamber, observing the magical script on top of it.

As expected, this spell is exactly the same as the one in the sealed magic book I saw at the library. It's a fifth-level spell though, even if I could understand and learn it, there's no way I could cast it.

Lan Qi's emerald eyes stared intently at the arcane circuit patterns etched onto the coffin, composed of ancient human magic. He said,

Once sealed within, it will be locked in its current state and unable to recover.

Its name is 【Eternal Punishment】.

"When you reach level five, will you be able to learn this magic spell and use it to seal the blood race"

Huberly asked from the side.

"Theoretically, it's correct. Although the cost isn't fatal, it would heavily drain the caster's mana and inflict some backlash. The practical prerequisite for this sealing spell is to immobilize the blood clan, and it still requires werewolves and witches as mediums to be cast."

Lanche turned back to explain to her.

He only understood the surface of this extremely complex ancient magic. He would have to study it in detail after returning to the modern world.

But Lance inexplicably had a sense of confidence. Perhaps this magic called "Eternal Punishment" was the first spell he, who wouldn't even cast Fireball, could use without using magic cards!

At that time, he could show off to the practical course teachers at the Academy of Wisdom that he could use magic too.

According to my understanding, it's now the time of night when the sun has been avoided. You two just need to drip the blood that acts as the key onto the coffin, and this seal will automatically reverse and be lifted.

Lanche stood up and took a step back, saying to the two people beside him,

"Right, for a moment like this, let's activate the [Shadow World Record Program] again. After all, there's not much to hide anymore, and we can also warm up the audience for the important live broadcast event after sunrise."

If the academic visit team from the Alolan Kingdom arrives at noon, they should be able to see their live content.

Understood.

Frey nodded.

"Shall we three take him down together later"

Euphegenia asked again.

"No, you don't need to do anything. I can take care of him with just one word."

Lanche smiled confidently.

"…"

Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!

Hubbertlian nodded dubiously.

She was still ready to stand in front of Lance and protect him at any moment.

Because she couldn't fathom how a sixth-order vampire could just settle things with a single word!

Frey and Huberlian quickly pricked their fingertips, each dropping a single drop of blood onto the coffin sealing Baron Augustine.

The next moment.

The entire wine cellar suddenly fell silent, all sounds swallowed by some mysterious force. Then, a low and deafening roar emanated from the center of the floor inlaid with coffins, a tremor that seemed to shake the very foundation of the cellar.

A brilliant red glow surged from the opened slab, illuminating the entire cellar and threatening to spill out, staining the very sanctuary!

The crimson glow pulsed with ever-increasing power, a terrifying spectacle that foreshadowed an impending cataclysm!

The coffin lid creaked open slowly, and a frigid air escaped, like the abyss of an ancient glacier.

The cold seemed about to freeze all life within the cellar, and then, slowly, from the cold, a hand, eroded by time until it was only gray-white, appeared before them.

That hand was extremely thin, the skin stretched tight over the bones, almost devoid of blood's nourishment. His black fingernails gleamed with a deathly chill.

He clutched the edge of the coffin, slowly rising from the icy depths of time. His bloodshot eyes burned with a fierce intensity, seeming to flicker in the darkness, sharp and profound, chillingly cold.

Lord Augustine stared at the three figures before him, those who had freed and awakened him. His face was as pale as paper, devoid of any color save for the bloodlust that burned in his eyes, ready to feed.

It was you who awakened me.

Lord Augustine spoke slowly, his voice low and cold, each word dripping with a sense of terrifying oppression that hung heavy in the wine cellar. The scythe of death seemed to hang over the three of them.

Now he was very hungry, even though these three people saved him, he still needed to eat.

These three weaklings are at his mercy.

However.

Lanch, still as elegant as the butler of this castle, smiled at Viscount Augustine.

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

And, spreading his palm, he displayed a ring belonging to Count Palocas.

Originally, Lord Augustine had a somewhat malicious look in his eyes, but he suddenly retracted his greed and became thoughtful.

This precious ring emanates a powerful aura from the higher vampires. Even Augustine, the Count, felt a chill run down his spine instantly.

Unless the Countess trusted the person deeply, she would never part with such a personal keepsake.

"Count Palocas..."

Lord Augustine murmured.

Since Count Pallock was the one who came to save him, he absolutely couldn't rashly attack the count's retinue.

Of course, the earl knew about his ravenous hunger after being released from the seal, so he had also prepared food for him.

It seems the Earl has prepared me a grand gift, three rather fine humans.

Instantly, Lord Augustine smiled with satisfaction again, even in the cellar he could feel that it was night now. There was no doubt about the sincerity of these three fellows who had freed him from his seal.

"Take me to Count Palocas."

This way.

Lancer gestured calmly, motioning for Sir Augustine to walk towards the cellar.

In the dimness of the cellar, Viscount Augustine's figure swept past Lance like a black storm. His steps were firm and powerful, like a beast eager to break free from its cage, striding hungrily towards its blood meal.

As the Baron passed by, Lance stole a glance at Hyberlian and Frey, grinning and winking at them.

He did it willingly.

Frey silently gave Lance a thumbs-up, a smug look on his face, like a successful arms dealer.

"...." !

Huperliane dared not interact with them, walking ahead with her head down.

She never dreamed she would one day be involved in the blood race kidney trafficking!

The Goddess is watching her! —

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> Additionally, I've included a sketch of the Ranchi character design below. Once the official illustration is finished, it will be released in a separate chapter.~

(The End)

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