(The previous three chapters have been modified, and the setting of the clan tribe has also been changed. Please read the old version, which is the version before 202157. Go back and read it again.
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"Lord Charles, are you all right?"
The maid saw Knight Charles, who was walking unsteadily and almost fell, and hurriedly went forward to help him.
"I, I'm not drunk …"
Generally speaking, 70 to 80 percent of those who said this were really drunk.
The maid was already used to Knight Charles' drunken state.
She knew that Knight Charles would go to the tavern to drink almost every day and would not return until he was completely drunk.
This retired officer of the Black Cavalry, after switching allegiance to Colin under the orders of Marquis García, it was as if he had become a different person.
The iron-blooded knight who had once galloped on the battlefield and killed trolls until they cried like ghosts and howled like wolves had completely disappeared. Only an alcoholic who could not hold a sword steadily and had nothing to do every day could only rely on alcohol to numb himself.
The maid struggled to help the dizzy Knight Charles onto the bed and asked softly, "Sir, do you need some water?"
Knight Charles did not respond.
After the maid heard the other party's thunderous snoring, she shook her head helplessly. She could only carefully take off the other party's coat and shoes, cover him with a blanket, and then get up and leave.
The door was gently closed.
But after a while, it was opened again.
Colin walked in.
"Charles? Knight Charles? "Colin called out twice and even pushed Charles' arm.
But there was no response.
"Hey, Charles! I order you to get up immediately! "Colin raised his voice and even pinched the other party's nose mischievously.
"Huff — Huff —"
Charles' breathing was obstructed. After struggling for a while, he opened his mouth and gasped for breath.
But he still did not wake up.
Colin rolled his eyes.
Colin originally had high hopes for this retired officer of the Black Cavalry.
In his opinion, Knight Charles and the dozen or so retired soldiers of the Black Cavalry with him were excellent candidates for instructors.
They were the cavalry seeds he had always dreamed of.
However, it was a pity that not everyone could accept the cruel reality and stand up again after suffering a heavy blow.
This was especially true for soldiers like Knight Charles, who valued glory as much as his life.
His retirement from the Black Cavalry was a huge blow to him.
It almost completely destroyed this tough guy.
Originally, Colin was almost ready to give up on this guy.
But now, he had a better idea.
Colin slowly revealed his two sharp canine teeth and was about to bite down.
But he still stopped.
If he guessed correctly, the complete Embrace ritual should be able to create conscious spawns.
Then, how would he explain this to Knight Charles?
Colin rubbed his chin. He felt that he couldn't forcefully convert her while she was asleep without her consent.
In that case, he might not be able to get a loyal subordinate.
Thus, Colin sat down on the chair in the room again, thinking about what to say later.
…
When Knight Charles woke up again, it was already close to noon.
"Shui, someone come! Give me water! "The moment Charles woke up, he yelled for the maids.
Soon, a cup of water was handed in front of Charles.
Charles took it and put it in his mouth. But from the corner of his eye, he saw the person standing in front of his bed.
Not a maid!
"Pfft!"
Charles spat out all the water he had just drunk. Then he hurriedly got out of bed and bowed. "Sir Viscounts, why are you here?"
Colin sat back on the chair and waved at Charles with a smile. "Don't be nervous, I'm just here to see you."
Charles was embarrassed. "You can send someone to summon me, you don't have to come here personally …"
"I sent someone, but they didn't seem to be able to wake you up, so I came here myself."
Charles was even more embarrassed and apologized repeatedly. "I'm sorry, Sir Viscounts, I drank a little too much last night …"
"Only last night?" Colin smiled.
"Please rest assured, I will control my drinking in the future. This won't happen again."
Hearing Charles' promise, Colin was not relieved.
If Marquis García stood in front of Charles and asked him to make such a promise, perhaps Charles would really carry it out meticulously.
But if it was Colin himself, he felt that he did not have such prestige.
So, Colin followed the plan he had thought of last night and asked, "Knight Charles, I can understand your pain, and I've found a way to help you return to the battlefield!"
"Really?" Charles suddenly raised his head, his eyes finally shining.
But at the same time, a trace of disbelief flashed through his heart.
In order to heal his injuries, Marquis García had also approached the Church of Glory.
But the answer he received was that only a priest above the level of a cardinal could perform the healing technique of limb regrowth.
A cardinal!
There were only three cardinals in the entire Church of Glory.
How could such an important person be willing to waste his divine power to heal a small knight like him?
So, Charles was in despair.
But now, Colin had given him a glimmer of hope.
"I can't guarantee success. Also, this method has a certain price. "
Colin's cautious attitude not only did not disappoint Charles, it made him trust Colin even more.
"As long as I can hold my sword tightly again, I'm willing to pay any price!"
"Are you sure? This treatment method may make you lose your mind and turn you into a muddle-headed beast. "
Charles laughed bitterly, "Lord Viscounts, I'm now a muddle-headed beast. Leaving the battlefield, I'd rather die! "
"Have you thought it through?"
Charles knelt on one knee in front of Colin and nodded solemnly, "I've thought it through! As long as you can help me recover my fingers, I swear in the name of my ancestors to the God of Glory that I'll be at your disposal for the rest of my life! "
Although Charles had already sworn loyalty to Colin, he had done it under the orders of Marquis García. But this time, he was willing to do it.
Colin felt Charles's determination and handed him a mug, "There's a knockout drug in this water. The treatment ritual later requires you to be unconscious because the process will be painful …"
After hearing about the knockout drug, Charles still took the mug and drank it in one gulp.
He did not even listen to Colin's explanation.
Colin raised his eyebrows. He was moved by Charles's determination and trust.
After a while, Charles fell asleep under the influence of the knockout drug.
Colin walked over, revealed his sharp canine teeth, and bit Charles' neck.
…
Sure enough, just like when he first embraced Cynthia, after Colin sucked for a while, he noticed a suction force coming from Charles' wound.
This time, Colin did not run away.
He suppressed the panic in his heart and allowed his blood to flow into Charles' body through his canine teeth.
Slowly, wisps of blood-red smoke floated out of the two of them.
The smoke was like a living creature, drawing regular curves on the ground.
It was like a magic circle.
There were more and more curves, more and more complicated, more and more mysterious …
In a trance, low murmurs that sounded like sleep talk echoed in Colin's ears.
The voice grew louder and louder, as if it was announcing something.
"… The condensation of blood, is my spirit …
… Lord of blood, immortal and indestructible …
… With my blood, I bestow thee my inheritance … "
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