landbeastnovel #694 - Vampire Alchemist
#694 - Vampire Alchemist
Although it was still early May, as Horn sat in the carriage and looked around, he could already see the locals sitting under the eaves weaving palm leaf roofs.
Generally speaking, Blackwater Bay enters the rainy season around June or July, and it doesn't stop until September or October.
So, although the sun is blazing now, amidst the cicada's chirping, these Blackwater Bay people have to hug their pythons and prepare for the rainy season supplies in advance.
Before Horn was a small village outside the Sky Maiden City, with muddy and dirty land, chickens, ducks, and wild dogs running all over the place, two intersecting cross streets, and dozens of stilt houses scattered crookedly on both sides.
Looking out from the car window, one could always see villagers sitting barefoot on the overhanging corridors under the eaves, looking at the carriage surrounded by these armored soldiers with wary and unkind eyes.
Although most of these villagers are descendants of the Empire people, after years of intermarriage, although they still retain the facial structure of the Empire people, their skin is wheat-colored, more like the South American race from Horn's hometown.
Withdrawing his gaze from the faces of these Blackwater Bay people, Horn knocked on the carriage wall: "How much longer?"
"We are inspecting the house and conducting body searches. At most, in a quarter of an hour, you will be able to get out of the car," the coachman quickly responded.
As a core figure of the Holy Axis, and with Blackwater Bay full of outlaws, and the meeting being with the notorious Scales Society, naturally, everything had to be thoroughly inspected inside and out.
After leaving the Southern County, Horn took a boat back to the Central County to prepare for the establishment of the Blackwater Bay Federation.
However, before officially entering Sky Maiden City, he detoured slightly to this poor little village, his purpose being to meet with the mysterious representative of the Scales Hermit Society.
As early as before, Loulouth had informed Horn of the Scales Hermit Society's intentions, but this group of notorious secret parties was only willing to meet Horn in Blackwater Bay.
The meeting was originally scheduled to take place in Sky Maiden City in March, but unfortunately, the war in the Southern County was critical, and Horn did not go to Sky Maiden City at all, but went directly downstream to attack the Southern County.
This representative of the Scales Hermit Society waited outside Sky Maiden City for two or three months before finally waiting for Horn's arrival.
After waiting for a while in the stuffy carriage, Duvaron finally knocked on the outside wall of the carriage: "Your Majesty, you can get out of the car."
As soon as he jumped out of the carriage, Horn was squinted by the glaring sunlight. He raised his hand to put a sunshade on his eye socket, and walked on the sun-dried dirt road to a stilt house.
Stepping on the steps that were falling with dust, opening the teak door, he saw a thin, figure with a drooping eyebrow middle-aged man in the center of the empty room.
Unlike the mad scientist Horn had imagined, this middle-aged man was wearing a simple shirt, with a pale face, more like some underfed lower-level scholar.
"Your Majesty, I know your soldiers are worried about your safety, but isn't searching my back door a bit too much?" As the representative of the Scales Society, Akatran complained with a sad face as soon as he saw Horn.
But Duvaron, who was in charge of security, immediately shouted: "Do you know who you are? If you are unwilling to come to pay your respects, then you can only accept such treatment."
"Our Scales Society is used to being cautious," Akatran shrank his shoulders and muttered in a low voice.
Horn then sat down on the rattan grass cushion opposite him: "It was also troublesome for you to wait outside Sky Maiden City for so long."
"It should be," Akatran lowered his head, seemingly not daring to look directly at Horn's face, "After all, we have been looking for Seraphina for a long time."
Horn exchanged glances with Duvaron on the side, his expression becoming solemn: "You are also looking for Seraphina?"
"Yes," Akatran raised his eyelids and secretly glanced at Horn's face, "After she betrayed the Flesh Courtyard, it was our kindness that accepted her. Although we occasionally joked about letting her do a live dissection for us, it was just a joke, but she betrayed us again..."
So this person is really a vampire and not a witch, Horn immediately asked: "When did she betray the Flesh Courtyard?"
"About fifty years ago, I was just a child. I remember very clearly that she was wearing bright red silk and had glasses on her nose that were thicker than a fingernail."
"You're over fifty years old?" Raphael widened his eyes. Wizards tend to age faster than ordinary people because they use magic power for a long time.
"I'm sixty-two this year," Akatran smiled, touching his black hair, "This is one of Master Seraphina's research results. I transplanted the heart of a magic-patterned leopard and changed almost all the blood in my body."
Does this Scales Hermit Society have a way to make people not age? Horn couldn't help but be shocked, but he quickly felt that something was wrong. If they really had this method, they would have become guests of the nobles long ago. Why would they still need to hide now?
"How did you do it?" Duvaron blurted out on the spot.
"A very precise operation. Only I survived out of more than fifty volunteers. Apart from Master Seraphina, who can use blood magic, almost no one can use it," Akatran's tone was a bit of lament, "I'm afraid it will be lost."
The so-called blood magic is actually alchemy in necromancy. Making zombies and skeleton laborers is done with blood magic, and manipulating them is necromancy.
"You can even transplant a heart..." Although he had seen the magic of spells, at this moment Duvaron still felt that his world view was collapsing.
"Don't even mention the heart, Master Seraphina even tried to transplant the brain, but unfortunately it failed," Akatran seemed to be reminiscing about that glorious period, "For a while, she transplanted four male eggs for herself. During that time, she even grew a beard on her face, but unfortunately, due to rejection, it fell off again after a while..."
With the topic opened by Duvaron's words, Akatran really started to slowly talk about the past like an ordinary old man.
Listening to Akatran's remarks, and combining it with the information previously collected, Horn slowly summarized the information and life trajectory of this physiological female who considered herself a female vampire.
Seraphina Silov or Silov, the Silov clan is an unknown small vampire family, probably a branch of the Sorido clan.
This female vampire first appeared in Blackwater Bay as a spokesperson for the Flesh Courtyard and a devil investor. That year should have been 1385 in the Imperial calendar.
Seraphina betrayed the clan for unknown reasons in 1394. Two years later, she joined the Scales Hermit Society and quickly rose to the rank of elder.
The reason why she was able to be promoted so quickly is very simple, that is, her exquisite blood magic and ridiculously theoretical alchemy knowledge.
According to Akatran, this vampire alchemy master can even deduce alchemy formulas out of thin air, and the formulas are verified to be accurate.
The wolf girl and her mother have no blood relationship, but they are both equally talented.
It's just that the wolf girl is better at mechanics and mechanics, while Seraphina is better at alchemy and blood magic.
This female vampire from the Flesh Courtyard has been frantically conducting various experiments combining alchemy and blood magic for twenty years.
In addition, she seems to have a strange and crazy pursuit of longevity and witches.
You should know that the average lifespan of low-level vampires is one hundred and fifty years, which is considered very long, but she still seems to be not satisfied.
In addition to longevity, she even tried to transform herself into a witch, or change the witch's natural spells, and even inject witch blood into the fetuses of wizard pregnant women to try to mass-produce witches.
Although this is very in sync with the radical ideology of the Scales Hermit Society, sometimes, even the extremist elders feel that Seraphina is too extreme.
"Later, I don't know for what reason, it should have been around 1416, Master Seraphina suddenly left without saying goodbye, taking away a large number of precious documents and materials," Akatran grabbed his greasy hair, "As for the adopted daughter you mentioned, I think that should be what she adopted later, and we don't know anything about the metal that connects to the astral world."
From leaving the Scales Hermit Society in 1416 to leaving Autumn Dusk Island in 1434, there is still an 18-year gap in between.
"Don't you know her whereabouts later?" Horn asked unwillingly.
Akatran shook his head: "For the sake of 500 pounds, I have said everything I know... hiss, her last whereabouts... um, I do know that she had a good relationship with Master Cynthia. It is said that she visited Master Cynthia one last time before she left..."
"Where is this Master Cynthia?" Horn quickly asked.
"Cynthia is the former Speaker of the Witch Council," Akatran said helplessly, "She went crazy after she got old and was exiled to the forbidden forest in the Eastern County to harm those savages. Who knows if she is still alive, or where she is?"