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Chapter 164: Lanchi Would Never Traffic a Vampire
Chapter 164: Lanchi Would Never Traffic a Vampire
"Cheryl, rest assured that with us detectives and lawyers by your side, those thugs won't be able to harm you."
Fred nodded, always ready to lend a helping hand when his companions were in need.
He just hadn't expected the topic to take such a sudden turn.
He had thought it would be a mundane reception task, where the three of them simply needed to perform as they usually did to smoothly see off their guests.
Never did he expect that lurking in the background was a conspiracy involving the relations between the Kingdom of Horton and the Kingdom of Yarloran.
If the three of them, as model student council members, were to be hosting the academic exchange team from the Kingdom of Yarloran and happened to capture one of the elite Rebornists, His Majesty the King would surely bestow praises and rewards upon them for such a feat.
The bounty would be substantial, indeed!
"Indeed, with you two around, I always feel that the danger is reserved for our enemies."
Cheryl finally understood her own position.
Turns out she was the perfect bait.
For their team to continuously thrive in this virtuous cycle, quickly amassing wealth and abundance, her role was indispensable.
"We are the face of the new force of Hecrite Academy, and this time, we must bring glory to our school!"
"That's right, and Dean Lorren will surely express his gratitude to the three of us afterward."
"... In case we stir up some trouble, don't you two leave me behind when you run..."
As the trio chatted, they reached the first floor, where the familiar chapel came into view.
Whether it was the arched ceiling or the ornate stained glass windows, everything exuded a serene beauty at this moment, with only their footsteps echoing through the hall.
Passing through the chapel and heading towards one side of the stairs, they spotted a stone door in the corner, adorned with an old iron ring. This was the entrance to the underground wine cellar.
"Is this the place?"
Fred asked.
"Yes."
Lanchi replied.
Fred pushed open the heavy stone door, and a chill rushed out from the gap. The three of them continued down the stone steps, soon inhaling the aroma of oak barrels—a unique scent where time and wine intertwined.
When they entered the cellar and lit the lamps, they beheld row upon row of massive oak casks, neatly arranged. The cellar's lighting was dim and hazy, filling the air with the robust fragrance of aged wine, mingling with the distinctive scents of damp stone walls and aged wood.
This time, the shadow world was well-stocked with both exquisite ingredients and various beverages.
"According to Sticella, as long as we drip blood onto the floor of the wine cellar, it will trigger a reaction from the underground magic array."
As Lanchi spoke, he took out a small bottle from his pocket, containing a small amount of blood that had been collected from the Holy Maiden of Destruction during her previous battle.
That blood must not go to waste.
Lanchi uncorked the bottle, allowing the crimson liquid to drip onto the empty floor at the center of the cellar.
The next second.
Just like a drop of water touching a still lake.
Transparent red ripples spread outward from the center.
The stone floor beneath their feet vibrated slightly, as if concealing some sort of mechanism.
Lanchi crouched down, his fingers pressing against the floor, sensing the origin of the magic formula. Soon, his gaze turned towards one side of the wine cellar.
He walked over and poured the remaining blood onto the ground, whereupon pale pink magical ripples began to surge violently, causing the stone slabs to emit a deep rumble before slowly sinking!
Until a secret beneath the wine cellar was revealed—
Embedded in the sunken area of the floor was a super ancient magical device resembling a metal coffin, inscribed with intricate magic array seals. Those symbols pulsed and flickered as if imbued with life.
Lanchi did not rush to proceed with the next steps but instead brought Fred and Cheryl to stand before the coffin, observing the magic formulae.
"As expected, this formula is exactly the same as the one I saw in that sealed magic book in the library. However, it's a fifth-order magic, so even if I could understand and learn it, I wouldn't be able to cast it."
Lanchi's emerald green eyes fixed intently on the formulaic circuits composed of ancient human magic text, and he spoke.
Once something was sealed within, its state would be locked, preventing any recovery.
Its name was 【Eternal Undying Punishment】.
"So, when you reach the fifth order, will you be able to learn this magic and use it to seal a vampire?"
Cheryl asked from the side.
"Theoretically, yes. Although the cost is not deadly, it will extremely deplete the caster's magic power and cause some backlash. But the prerequisite for using this sealing technique in actual combat is to immobilize the vampire first, and it also requires a werewolf and a witch as mediums."
Lanchi turned to explain to her.
He only understood the basics of this extremely complex ancient magic, and he would need to study it further after returning to the real world.
But Lanchi had a strange confidence that perhaps this magic called 【Eternal Undying Punishment】 would be the first magic, aside from the Fireball Technique, that he could use without the prerequisite of magic cards!
When that time came, he would surely show off to the practical skills teachers at the Sage's College—he would be able to use magic, too!
"According to my understanding, it is now night, avoiding the sun. You two just need to drip the key blood onto the coffin, and this seal will automatically reverse and be released.
Lanchi took a step back and said to the two beside him,
"By the way, let's start the 'Shadow World Record Program' at this beautiful moment. After all, there's nothing left to hide in what's about to happen, and it can also serve as a warm-up for the important live broadcast after dawn."
If the academic visiting team from the Kingdom of Yarloran arrived at noon, they would surely be able to catch their live broadcast as well.
"Understood."
Fred nodded.
"Should we subdue him together later?"
Cheryl asked again.
"No need, you two don't have to lift a finger. I can take care of him with just one sentence."
Lanchi said with extra confidence.
"..."
Cheryl nodded, still skeptical.
She remained prepared to stand in front of Lanchi and protect him. She couldn't fathom how a single sentence could be enough to subdue a sixth-rank vampire!
Fred and Cheryl quickly pricked their fingertips and dripped a drop of blood onto the coffin sealing Viscount Augustine.
The next moment.
The entire wine cellar fell into a strange silence, as if some mysterious force had taken away all sound. Then, from the center of the stone slabs encasing the coffin, a low and deafening rumble began to emanate, shaking the very foundation of the cellar.
A bright crimson glow erupted from the opened stone slabs, illuminating the entire wine cellar and threatening to spill out and stain the chapel! The magical fluctuations in the blood-red light grew stronger and more overwhelming, an ominous portent of an impending calamity.
The coffin lid slid open, releasing a chill so cold it felt like an abyss of ice that had lasted for millennia.
The frigid air seemed to freeze everything in the wine cellar, and then, from the cold, a hand emerged—a hand that time had eroded to a grayish-white, appearing before their eyes.
That hand was slender and bony, the skin stretched taut over the bones, devoid of any hint of blood. His black fingernails glinted with a deadly chill.
Grasping the edge of the coffin, the owner of the hand slowly rose from the abyss of eternal freeze. His scarlet eyes shone with an eerie light in the darkness, sharp and profound, icy cold.
Viscount Augustine gazed at the three people who had liberated and awakened him. His face was as pale as paper, devoid of any blood, but his desire to feast was evident.
"It is you who awakened me."
Viscount Augustine spoke in a low, cold voice, each word filling the wine cellar with a sense of terror, as if the Grim Reaper's scythe hung over their heads.
He was very hungry at the moment, and even though these three had rescued him, he needed to feed.
These three weak humans would have to succumb to his hunger.
However.
Lanchi maintained his composure, smiling at Viscount Augustine as gracefully as a castle butler.
"Viscount Augustine, we have prepared three humans for you, and Count Palokas is waiting for you on the third floor."
He opened his palm to reveal a ring belonging to Count Palokas.
Viscount Augustine, who had been eyeing them with malicious intent, suddenly became cautious and thoughtful upon seeing the ring.
The ring carried a strong aura of a higher-ranking vampire, causing even Viscount Augustine to feel a sense of trepidation.
It was unlikely that the count would have entrusted such a valuable item to anyone but his most trusted followers.
"Count Palokas..."
Viscount Augustine murmured.
Since it was Count Palokas who had come to his rescue, he couldn't afford to act rashly against the count's followers.
However, the count was well aware of his hunger upon being released from his seal, so he had undoubtedly prepared a meal for him.
"It seems the count has prepared a grand gift for me, most likely three excellent humans."
Soon, a satisfied smile spread across Viscount Augustine's face. Even in the dimly lit cellar, he could sense that it was nighttime, and he had no doubt about the sincerity of these three who had freed him.
"Lead the way to Count Palokas."
"This way, please."
Lanchi gestured gracefully, inviting Viscount Augustine to ascend from the wine cellar.
In the dimness of the cellar, Viscount Augustine's figure swept past Lanchi like a black storm. His strides were firm and powerful, like a beast eager to break free from its cage, rushing towards his prey.
As the viscount passed by, Lanchi stole a glance at Cheryl and Fred, winking at them.
His wink conveyed a message: He's coming along willingly.
Fred silently gave Lanchi a thumbs-up, a mischievous glint in his eye, as if they had just pulled off a successful scheme.
"..."
Cheryl dared not interact with them, keeping her head down as she walked forward.
She never imagined that she would one day be involved in the trafficking of a vampire!
The Goddess was watching her!
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