Tome of Blood Chapter 1

  Chapter 1-1-The Last Supper

   "Wandering in the abyss and the ruler of the present world..."

   "The embodiment of fall and decay..."

   "Savior of the offspring of blood..."

   "Your humble servant, hereby ask for a favor..."

  Charlotte woke up again from her sleep.

   What catches the eye is the familiar purple-black bed top, carved with exquisite thorn and rose patterns, and black gauze curtains with gold trim hanging around it, and four pointed bedposts painted with religious reliefs are faintly visible.

  Even though it has been three days since he traveled to another world, he still feels a little uncomfortable looking at this gothic noble bedroom.

  Of course, one of the reasons is the whispered prayers that sound like ancient gods whispering in a daze every night.

  Charlotte always has the illusion that something in the dark seems to be calling him.

  But every time he woke up, he couldn't remember what he heard.

   Turning his head and looking out the window, night has fallen.

  Under the deep moonlight, you can occasionally hear hoarse cat howling.

  Charlotte was a little surprised.

   Today's nap, he actually slept from noon to night!

   "Tuk tuk tuk..."

  The bedroom door was knocked lightly.

   "Oh, it's coming again..."

  Charlotte frowned slightly, and instantly had a headache.

   Before he could say anything, the door was slowly pushed open with a creak, and two rows of maids in black and white skirts came in neatly.

  Their expressions were solemn and serious, and they held a set of gorgeous and complicated aristocratic girl dresses in different styles in their hands, and the wooden boxes full of ornaments and jewelry made people dazzled.

   "Good evening, Miss Charlotte."

   "It's time for dinner, Mrs. Castel, please change your clothes and go to dinner."

  The head maid took a step forward and saluted dully, her movements were extremely standard.

right.

   It should be "she" now.

  Charlotte numbly glanced at the women's clothing they brought over, and instantly changed into the stupid and cute face in the incomplete memory of the original body, with a natural and cute look of an ignorant girl who just woke up:

   "Late...good evening! Ms. Mariana!"

  Then, she naturally skipped over those overly sweet and lovely girly dresses, pointing to a Gothic Lolita with black gold inlay as the main part, wine red and white as supplements, tilting her head slightly, sweet and authentic:

   "Let it be!"

  The voice is soft and waxy, delicate and pleasant.

  That innocent and lovely appearance is completely different from the calm and helpless look when he was alone just now.

  Men are overwhelmed with protective desires, and women are overwhelmed with maternal love.

   Even the fat black cat passing by outside the window was lost in thought for a moment, and almost stepped on the air and fell down.

   It can only be said that this girl is really good at pretending, and it is very good at pretending.

  However, as professional servants of the ancient Castel family, the well-trained maids still looked serious and unwavering, which made Charlotte feel rather boring.

   After being confirmed, these staid maids acted like a silent army.

   Great nobles are good at this.

   You don't need to do anything at all, and someone will serve you in everything.

  Someone washed Charlotte with a silver basin full of water, someone wiped her body with a silk gauze dipped in rose water, and someone picked up a whalebone comb to comb her long hair...

   And Charlotte herself, like a dress-up doll, is at their mercy.

no way.

  Who told her not to experience this in her previous life?

  Not to mention this kind of cumbersome aristocratic skirt, she has never touched women's clothing.

   The dress-up lasted nearly thirty minutes.

   And Charlotte feels like a century has passed.

   "Miss Charlotte, it's ready."

   After a long time, the head maid saluted again, and ordered someone to push over a gorgeous standing mercury mirror.

  In the mirror is a girl who looks thirteen or fourteen years old.

  He is not tall, but his facial features are as delicate as a doll.

  The black and white butterfly headdress gathers the smooth and silky long golden hair, the ends of which are tied into curls, hanging naturally on the shoulders.

  Milk-like white and smooth skin with a trace of sickly paleness, coupled with those blue eyes as clear as the sky, gave people a feeling of frailty and pitifulness.

  The white shirt decorated with ruffles has a wine red bow ribbon in front of it, and the black corset tightens the green waist extremely gracefully.

The tulle outer skirt with black gold inlay as the main tone is decorated with complex and gorgeous lace patterns, and matched with the inner wine red skirt, black silk stockings and small leather boots, it brings a strong sense of mystery and nobility. Under the green and immature beautiful face, it seems to add a touch of ascetic maturity and temptation to her...

  To be honest, with such a beautiful and lovely appearance, even after looking at it for several days, Charlotte would still sink into it in the mirror.

   But alas.

   This person is herself.

  However, although there was a problem with the identity during time travel, Charlotte was not dissatisfied.

  Beauty itself is a scarce resource.

   Changing to a completely different life is also a novel experience.

  Following the maid to leave the bedroom, the girl entered the dining room along the gorgeous corridor covered with handmade silk carpets.

  The restaurant is equally luxurious, the walls are covered with religious decorative paintings, and the shadowy large crystal candle lamps cast a faint light, reflecting dreamlike beauty from every angle.

  On the purple-black carved U-shaped dining table, which is more than ten meters long, a variety of dishes are placed on exquisite porcelain.

  Roast suckling pig, baked snails, fried shellfish with foie gras, steamed fish on baking paper, fried steak, stewed potatoes, fruit salad, flame crepes, chocolate lava...

   Looking around, there are probably no fewer than fifty types.

  An old woman wearing a monocle is standing in front of the dining car, putting a cream of mushroom soup on the table.

  Seeing Charlotte, she smiled slightly, put down the porcelain plate in her hand, and said dotingly:

   "Oh, come and see, isn't this the Pearl of Castile, my dear Countess, my dear Charlotte?"

   As she spoke, she took out a beautiful small box from behind as if by magic, which contained an exquisite cross necklace that was absolutely priceless.

  Holding the jewelry box and shaking it in front of the girl, the old man said lovingly:

   "Happy Birthday, my darling! Here's your birthday present this year!"

  Glancing at the shiny necklace, Charlotte twitched the corners of her mouth vaguely.

  But soon she noticed the apron that the old woman hadn't taken off, and she felt warm in her heart, and said with a smile:

   "Grandmother, are you in charge of the cooking today?"

  The old woman put down the jewelry box, first wiped her hands carefully with a wet towel, then pampered her little head, and said gently:

   "Of course, today is your holiday, no one knows what you like to eat better than me."

   "Come and eat, my little birthday boy, tonight's dishes are all your favorites on weekdays."

  If the maids and deacons in the manor are always unsmiling, serious and depressing, making Charlotte feel that these servants have some serious illness after time travel...

  Then the grandmother in this body is the most comfortable existence for her these two days.

  Irena de Castel.

  She is Charlotte's old grandmother, the current head of the Castel family, and the girl's only relative.

  As the head of the great noble family, the old lady still cooks for the young girl herself, which shows how much she loves her granddaughter.

  Preparing so many sumptuous delicacies, even with the assistance of a chef, is not an easy task for an elderly grandma.

   "Grandmother, you have worked hard."

  Charlotte felt warm in her heart.

  She skillfully pinched the corner of her skirt, saluted gracefully, and then sat down at the dining table naturally.

   In three days, she was already very familiar with these aristocratic procedures.

  The old woman glanced at the gorgeous hanging clock on the wall and the night outside the window:

   "It's getting late, let's eat early."

  After speaking, she declined the maid who came forward to serve her, and tied the napkin for the girl herself, with slow and gentle movements.

  To be honest, if it wasn't for the inconvenient legs and feet that make it difficult to walk around the dining table, Charlotte seriously doubts that the grandmother who spoils her to the sky would even take over the job of the waiter and divide the meals for herself...

   Today's dinner is even more delicious than the previous two days.

   The cooking is exquisite, the taste is delicious, and people will have endless aftertastes.

  Charlotte is eating elegantly under the service of the waiter, while thinking about her future life.

  The memory after time travel is incomplete.

  But two or three days is enough for her to figure out her family background and current situation, and to gain a firm foothold smoothly.

   I have to say that the identity that Charlotte travels through is really surprising.

  Although the genders are different, the other parts are perfect, definitely a textbook-level start for Feng Aotian.

  This body name is Charlotte, which is the same name as her previous life after transliteration.

  Both of his parents died since he was a child, and he is the only direct descendant of the ancient and wealthy Castel family.

  A real veteran noble from another world, the future head of the family.

  Although she is still young, there is an experienced old countess personally escorting her, and no one dares to covet the Castel family's property.

   And when Charlotte becomes an adult at the age of 16, she will be able to officially inherit the family's earl title and a large and wealthy territory, owning dozens of castles, manors and wineries.

  In other words, the beginning of Charlotte's journey is financial freedom, the pinnacle of life.

  The family property she inherited in this life can't be spent in a lifetime!

  After getting acquainted with her identity, Charlotte knew that she was going to take off in a different world.

  In the past two days, she has already begun to think about what to do after inheriting the title a year later.

  Use your blue star knowledge to climb technology in a backward different world?

  Using the capital of this identity to build a business empire across the entire continent?

  Or hire a hundred beautiful young ladies to serve him every day, and live a happy dream life of salted fish?

  However, just when Charlotte was dreaming, she discovered that her grandmother, the Countess of Castell, had never touched a knife and fork.

   This elderly lady just sat there quietly, smiling at her.

  The girl hesitated for a moment, then gently put down the tableware.

  In the bits and pieces of memory she inherited, it was unladylike to eat alone without waiting for the elder to start, and it was also something that the original body tried to avoid on weekdays.

   "Grandmother, don't you want to eat?"

  Charlotte asked.

  The Countess of Castel shook her head lightly:

   "No, my little Charlotte, these are all yours."

   As she spoke, she smiled slightly, stretched out her hand and stroked the girl's cheek gently and slowly:

   "After all, this is your last supper."

The Last Supper?

  Charlotte was slightly taken aback.

  She couldn't help looking at the Countess of Castel, only to feel that her smile suddenly became deep and strange.

  The clouds outside the window drifted slowly, revealing a crimson full moon.

  Blood-like moonlight poured into the dining room through the window, coating everything with a hazy crimson color.

  In Charlotte's suddenly constricted pupils, the originally dignified and kind Countess of Castel suddenly underwent an astonishing change.

  Her face became as pale as death, and her blue-gray eyes gradually became crazy blood.

  The love in the eyes has completely disappeared.

   Instead, bloodlust and greed...

   "My dear baby, you don't seem to be looking well."

  The old woman smiled slightly at Charlotte, grinning from the corner of her mouth to her ears, her long tongue like a snake letter kept moving, and gently slid across the girl's cheek.

   Damn it!

monster!

  Charlotte stood up instantly in shock.

  The cutlery on the table was swept to the ground by her, colliding with each other, making a piercing sound.

   "Miss Charlotte, you have lost your knife and fork."

  The voice of the head maid sounded without emotion.

  A rotten arm full of maggots picked up the knife and fork, and gently placed it in front of Charlotte.

What the hell!

  Charlotte's eyes widened instantly.

  She turned around stiffly, only to see that the face of the head maid beside her had long since rotted, bones could be seen faintly under the **** carrion, and several fat maggots were wriggling in the eye sockets.

  Outside the window, groups of crows circled and danced amidst a series of croaking sounds.

  In the restaurant, nearly a hundred waiters and maids looked at Charlotte in unison, the corners of their rotten mouths grinned slightly, revealing a weird and neat smile.

  The stench of decaying corpses spread instantly...

  Charlotte's scalp tingled suddenly.

  She turned and fled without hesitation.

   However, as soon as she took a step, her body suddenly softened, and she lost all her strength in an instant...

Oops!

  In the food...adding ingredients!

  A strong sense of exhaustion permeated her limbs, she fell to the ground, and slowly fell limp.

   At the end of the loss of consciousness, what she heard was the indifferent and cold order of "Countess Castel":

   "It's almost time, let's prepare for the final blood sacrifice ceremony..."

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  (end of this chapter)

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