Chapter 699 Blood Servant? Porphyria? Still

Chapter 699 Blood Servant? Porphyria? still……

Blood servants are different from blood slaves.

Blood slaves are humans raised by vampires to drink blood. Of course, some vampires have strong tastes and raise a bunch of beautiful orcs.

As for dwarves and barbarians, generally speaking, the taste of vampires is not that heavy.

But no matter what race they are, blood slaves maintain their original racial characteristics. Humans are humans when they are supposed to be, and cats, rabbits, and foxes are what they are supposed to be, and they will never change.

As for the blood servants, they are the product of the vampires giving a little blood and forcibly changing their race. It can be said to be a degraded version of the vampires.

Due to degradation, their strength is stronger than humans, but weaker than vampires; they are also afraid of the sun and will be harmed by it; they need to drink blood regularly...

When the Glorious Holy See catches a blood slave, it can also give him some treatment such as atonement and baptism according to different circumstances; but when it catches a blood slave, there is usually only one result -

put to death.

They would be burned alive in the sun, or, if some blood servants died slowly, depending on the host's mood, a pyre would be set up and burned alive.

"Send those blood servants to the opposite side." The deputy referee of Lucerne ordered without hesitation:

"Tell them that if they can crawl to the door of the hospital, they will live; if they can't crawl, they will die. The guys opposite, the vast majority of people, will not have any mercy on them."

"yes."

"Send someone to watch. If they are taken in, spread the word that the Royal Maternity and Infant Hospital has taken in a group of vampires."

"……yes."

"If they are handed over to the authorities, then spread the news that the royal family has executed a group of vampires and their partners who were fighting alongside them just now. - Then, send the news back to the Glory Holy City and have people spread it to the vampires. .”

"But……"

"But what? Are you going to disobey my order? Or do you sympathize with these blood servants?"

The deputy referee of Lucerne asked with a sneer. The priest who stood respectfully in front of him and had been recording orders raised his head and said hesitantly:

"But, I don't think they look like blood servants..."

"What's that like?!"

The deputy referee raised his eyebrows. The priest lowered his head and rushed to answer before his boss got angry:

"Like leprosy!"

The deputy referee's expression softened slightly. Whether it was a blood servant or leprosy, he only listened to a few sentences of the report. However, since the priest said so, he should go over and take a look——

Lord Lucerne followed his subordinates to the prison and took a distant look at the filth deep in the cell through the iron bars. He turned around and left, returned outside, and cursed the priest:

"You can't even see the blood servants? You can actually see it as leprosy? Huh? Didn't you see their fangs? Didn't you see the bloody roots of the teeth? Didn't you see the bloody eyes?"

He scolded one after another, moving his fingers and poking at the priest's face:

"If you insist on saying it's leprosy, are you too poor, or do you still sympathize with these guys?!"

The priest could only cry sadly and keep bowing his head in confession. The Grand Referee of Lucerne had no intention of arguing with him. He snorted coldly and walked away.

The miserable priest was left behind to arrange ships, people, food and water, and to intimidate the blood servants:

"There is only one way to survive. Remember to move forward and follow the person who leads the way. You must reach it, otherwise you will die!"

Three days later, a merchant ship loaded with salted fish, potatoes and linen swayed and docked in the Kingdom of Kent. In the dead of night, the warehouse was opened, and dozens of poor people in ragged clothes were blasted to the shore and driven forward:

"Follow the light ahead!"

"Go, go!"

"If you can reach a place, you will live. If you can't reach it, you will die!"

Early the next morning, Gretel was woken up from his sweet dream. The person who called him was a local nurse. She finally didn’t bang on the door, but her voice was not low at all:

"Your Excellency the Mage! Your Excellency the Mage Nordmark! Help! A group of vampires are coming to the door!"

Gretel:! ! !

The vampires are coming? Are you here now? After the palace banquet, he had a few words with Commander Drake and learned that on their way back this time, they had left the vampires at the northern end of the Black Continent——

So, some people were forgotten and were brought here all the time while lying in coffins? Or did another group of people go to Nevis and then stop by the royal capital to see themselves?

He thought quickly, got dressed, opened the door and went out. The nurse's face was pale, and she was obviously frightened:

"Lord Bernard has already rushed over! Mr. Master, you——"

Just as Grete was about to speak to comfort him, two priests walked over quickly from across the corridor. One is the priest of the Spring Temple, and the other is the worshiper of the God of Nature. They walked and argued along the way:

"Just let the guards drag this guy away! Why are you so close? What if he bites you and turns you into a vampire?!"

"They are not blood servants! They have no dark aura, they should just be patients!"

what's the situation?

Gretel walked out quickly. There was a creak from the next door, and Miss Yinlong also opened the door and followed him out.

When we walked to the gate of the hospital, it was just dawn, and there were a group of refugees huddled in clusters on the east and west outside the door. Gretel didn't even need to count. With a quick glance, he estimated that there would be about forty or fifty people, who would fill a chair in the waiting area, and would require at least a dozen medical staff...

The breeze blew by, and the stench that had accumulated for countless days immediately hit his nostrils, interrupting his thoughts. Reflexively, Grete and Cerela frowned at the same time.

Gretel subconsciously turned his head, wanting to arrange for someone to build a shed and boil water for them to take a bath. However, after Cerela frowned, she let out a low sigh:

"They are not vampires!"

"you sure?"

Grete looked forward hard. The distance was a bit far and he couldn't see the details of the opponent clearly, so he couldn't help but speed up his pace. Serila nodded vigorously:

"That's right! Definitely not! They don't have the cold smell of the Vampires! Eh——"

Under the tattered clothes and tightly wrapped headscarf, faces turned around with red spots and swelling. The skin on the face is covered with scabs, which are finely broken and covered with scales;

His eyes were red and bloodshot, as if they might bleed at any moment;

Ulcers at the corners of the mouth, cracked and swollen lips, pointed teeth, and bloody tooth roots exposed...

Every feature looks the same as a degraded version of the vampire.

Bernard had been standing at the door, holding the latch and watching. Seeing the refugees making a commotion and swarming over each other, I quickly raised the door bolt to stop them:

"Don't crowd, don't crowd, stand still! What about you! Don't come close! Wait until the boss calls!"

Grete turned a blind eye and observed intently. Serila turned to look at him for a while, and saw that his eyes were focused on the refugee and did not leave. She reached out and tugged on his arm:

"Gretel, what are you looking at? - Didn't I say they are not vampires?"

"I know not." Gretel muttered in a low voice:

"I was just thinking, they were..."

Is it porphyria? Solar dermatitis? Purple skin? Or, some other disease?

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