102.Are you Mrs. Tracey, the owner of the Face Fruit?？【42/60】
102.Are you Mrs. Tracey, the owner of the Face Fruit? 【42/60】 (Page 1/2)
“I can't imagine how so many people survived in the dangerous Blood Vulture Corridor? They survived for ten days and ten nights. Where did they get food?？”
On the desolate land in the inner city of Cadman City, Miss Miriam, who received the news and came with camp guards and officials to take over the underground survivors, asked in confusion to Tris who was riding a horse next to her.：
“Is the Blood Eagle Corridor that big?？”
“The Blood Vulture Clan has been entrenched here for 400 years. My child, if the vampires hadn't wanted the local rats, we could have dug a new Cadman City underground with our claws. The cloister is so large that you can't even imagine it. Some special spaces distorted by concealment spells.
Today's vampire juniors have no idea how many secret rooms there are in the layer-by-layer underground..
Alas, I have to say one more thing here. I also had a luxurious single room of my own in the cloister back then. The bedroom alone was bigger than my unfortunate house.！”
Tris still looks drunk.
Tris was quite discouraged because Murphy refused to enter the dangerous corridor with him. When she received the news from under the corridor a few hours ago, she had already drowned herself in wine and continued to live in drunken dreams..
It was Miriam who dragged her up from the bed..
After all, now that Murphy has gone to fight, the only one left in the camp who can suppress the situation is Tris..
Although Miriam is the camp director, the red-haired girl very rationally maintains her own judgment of the truth, that is, her current authority comes from Murphy's appointment..
This is the power system in Transia，
At least for now.
“Your camp is built around 1,000 people. Although you already have a rough order, suddenly accepting twice as many survivors will put your governance system to a great test..
I'm pessimistic about this.”
Next to Miriam, Major Fraser, wearing the military uniform of the Plantagenet Kingdom, was performing his duties as the "eyes and ears of the king", holding a notebook to record in detail everything he saw and heard during his trip to Cadman City..
Faced with his comments, Miriam folded her arms very unhappy and said：
“This is the problem we need to face. Your Excellency, Major, it is better not to worry about this. Everyone here has enough and reasonable hatred for the Plantagenet Kingdom, so I think you should worry about your personal safety..”
“Thank you for the reminder, Miss Miriam..”
Major Frazier replied matter-of-factly.：
“As you said, this is what I need to worry about. I think King Louis will be surprised by everything that happens here, especially about the "Knight of Nantes" who has been missing in Anjou for nearly 110 years. Lord Del.”
The major looked at the tribune Kudel who was being carried out of the corridor on a stretcher by several strong survivors. The latter had fallen into a deep sleep under the eldest lady's psychic spell..
The civilians he protected were afraid that Lord Kudel would be burned by the sun, so they thoughtfully built a simple shed for him on the stretcher..
“You know him？”
Miriam looked at Major Fraser curiously, and the latter explained without hesitation：
“My family has lived in the Anjou region for generations, and my favorite folktale when I was a kid was about Couder, the Ranger of Nantes..
He was active in the era nearly two hundred years ago. He was born as a commoner but was extremely talented. He was a famous genius knight in the Anjou region. When he was young, he participated in the Avalon Church's expulsion of vampires. He repeatedly performed extraordinary feats in the Second Night War, and also participated in the church's devastating attack on the Blood Terror clan..
It was Lord Kudel and countless skitarii who drove the blood-fearing vampires of Wosax and the Ice Bay region to the misty coast of the south..
There are still sonnets about the knight Kudel circulating in the province of Saxe..
He is a true folk hero. It is said that he once had the opportunity to obtain a knighthood. Unfortunately, during the Fourth Black Disaster that broke out in the year 1000, he led a group of guerrilla knights and disappeared during the battle against the Jackals in the Dark Mountains..
Some say he died in battle.
Some people said that he was just tired of fighting and chose to remain anonymous, but no one thought that this legendary figure who had fought vampires his whole life would end up like this in the end. Fate was really cruel to him..”
“Don't make it sound like we've done all the bad things.”
Tris, who was riding on the horse, curled her lips, snorted, and added：
“Major, you may have forgotten that every time a black disaster occurred, Transia was the frontline battlefield against the Jackal warlords, and the fourth black disaster that lasted for a full ten years turned half of the continent into a scorched earth.
It is precisely because the blood vultures and vampires you despise are fighting to the death on this land that those crazy jackals were unable to break into your wealthy hometown..
The Anjou area is not too far from here..
And the exorcist knight Kudel you mentioned also fought alongside us during the Fourth Black Disaster. Well, I was already a cripple at that time, so I don’t know how he became a member of the Blood Vultures..
But I guess under the circumstances at that time, even Sarokdar would not have been able to transform a prestigious human knight under the attention of heroes from many races..
Therefore, the truth is probably that Kudel was 'saved' by us when he was about to die..”
“You turned a human hero into a vampire, so that he can no longer return to his hometown, or even be soothed by the sun, and you shamelessly call it 'salvation'’？”
Major Frazier was enraged, and the heroic soldier yelled:：
“What a shameless statement! You witch who confuses right and wrong！”
“Hey, this is how we vampires do things. If you are unhappy, you can go to the cloister and complete a knight's duel with Salokdar now. The fact is that a human legend that should have disappeared a hundred years ago is still alive today, whether you want it or not. Admit it, you have us to thank for meeting your childhood hero today..”
Tris doesn't even look at this "little brat"”.
She put her hands above her eyes, looked at the exit of the corridor where survivors were still being sent out, yawned again and said to Miriam：
“I leave this to you, little Mirian, I have to go back and take a nap. Call me when little Murphy comes back..”
After saying that, she patted the neck of the war horse under her crotch, and used a little "witch's method" to make the war horse turn around obediently and carry her back to the survivor camp, while the loyal and crazy vampire guard Bonnie stayed with her every step of the way. Beside your own "mistress".
And when Tris said she was going back to the camp to have a good sleep, she wasn't taking advantage of the opportunity..
She really slept through that night, and woke up in a daze near midnight. She grabbed the wine bottle next to the bed and took a sip of the "hangover soup."”.
This way of working and resting is in line with the life of a vampire. She is full of energy at night. Tris stretched her body and got up and changed herself into a long skirt. She planned to take advantage of the night to wander around the camp..
After all, little Murphy entrusted the camp to herself. Although she had been a useless person for more than a hundred years, she still didn't want little Murphy to be disappointed in her..
Under the protection of the loyal and crazy vampire Bonnie, Tris left her tent.
She looked at the messy yet orderly situation in the camp and nodded with satisfaction. It seemed that the two groups of survivors had merged quite smoothly. The cries and laughter of some separated family members when they reunited were also touching..
“Bonnie, do you still have family?？”
Tris asked smoothly..
Behind her, the insane Bonnie tilted her head and thought for a moment, nodded, and said hoarsely：
“three mistresses.”
“Well”
Tris twitched the corner of her mouth and couldn't help but ask：
“Are you talking about your lover? So rich in emotion.”
“No！”
Crazy Bonnie shook her head very stubbornly, stretched out her fingers very seriously to trace the curve of the female body, and said：
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