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The whole hotel had collapsed because of this accident. The guests and the hotel owner were running for their lives in panic.
Fedmond, Al- Frey, and Olica were all seriously injured. But at this moment, Fedmond and Al- Frey both realized that the guards would arrive soon.
Fedmond's injury was not bad, and the Grail Knight could still stand up. Although the mithril plate armor on his chest had been torn apart, the armor had effectively prevented the vampire's claws from penetrating too deeply. The wound was still far from his heart, and only the skin had been torn apart.
Al- Frey was seriously injured, and the Templar Knight's internal organs were bleeding. As Laing had said, Divine Shield was not really invincible in a sense. At least, this fall was real. The Templar Knight felt pain all over his body, and he even suspected that his legs were broken.
"It's unbelievable. The three of us killed a high-level vampire together!" Al- Frey was still optimistic despite his serious injury. He said happily, "My God, if I report to His Holiness Archbishop Vicmar that the three of us killed a high-level vampire without any casualties, he will definitely reward me with at least three divine spell scrolls!"
In the Empire, killing high-level vampires usually depended on sufficient preparation and numbers.
"Don't talk nonsense. Can you still stand up? The guards will be here soon. We have to leave quickly! "Fedmond thought to himself." You're still thinking about rewards at this time? "
"I'm just saying this because I can't stand up!" Al- Frey said helplessly. He pinned his hope on the Dark Elf, "Ms. Olica, can you teleport us away? Including the corpse of the wandering knight and the corpse of this vampire? "
The Dark Elf's injuries were the lightest. She had fallen into the straw pile and only suffered some flesh wounds. Only the left side of her face was swollen. Hearing Alfred Frey's question, Olica closed her eyes and calculated the remaining magic power in the spiritual tattoo on her lower abdomen, the casting distance, and the total number of people she had teleported.
Thirty seconds later, Olica opened her eyes and nodded. "Barely enough. But you have to be prepared. My dark magic will make you feel very uncomfortable."
"It's better than being caught by the guards and thrown into prison." Al Frey signaled Olica to move.
Although Fedmond was somewhat dissatisfied with the Dark Elves' sneak attack and the Holy Knights' use of firearms, the Holy Grail Knight also understood that it would be difficult to win this battle. The Holy Grail Knight nodded and said, "Please hurry, Miss Olica."
The Dark Elf began to chant an incantation. When the guards who heard the news entered the hotel under the guidance of the hotel owner, the people inside had already disappeared, leaving behind only a mess.
… I am the divider of the teleportation …
Late at night, Billibaly's Codfish Hotel.
This hotel was booked by the Sea God Knights as their temporary stronghold. A large number of fully armed Sea God Knights temporarily stayed here.
The whole city had just been searched for suspects and suspicious people because of the explosion and bloody case in the Red Bull Hotel. The city was in chaos. The guards with torches went door to door, searching for any possible clues.
The Codfish Hotel where the Sea God Knights stayed was also interrogated by the city guards. However, due to the strength of the Brittany and the fear of being dominated by the Sea God Fleet, the guards really only dared to interrogate. They definitely didn't dare to go in and search.
This was the southern countries. The nobles had never been unified. Their power was scattered and they were satisfied with self-governance. When faced with a powerful country like the Empire and Brittany that could unite their power, the nobles here were often very cowardly and had a very low profile.
Some powerful Empire troops dared to blatantly enter Estalia's territory, while the cowardly nobles of the southern countries, except for routine protests, at most asked for some monetary compensation.
Inside the brightly lit hotel room, two stone tables were placed side by side, and two corpses were placed on them.
One was a wandering knight who had already died, and the other was a high-level vampire who had been chopped into several pieces and whose heart had been dug out.
Paladin Alfred Frey was seriously injured. His leg was broken, and after the examination by the Sea God Knight's military doctor, he might need to rest for about two months.
At this time, Alfred Frey was lying on the edge of the courtyard vomiting. His face was pale, and he vomited all the food he had eaten during the day.
The dark magic teleportation for the Paladin was like stuffing him into a sewer and taking a turn in the sewage system of the entire city. When he came out, Alfred Frey almost fainted. He crawled on the edge of the corridor and vomited on the spot.
Although the Holy Grail Knight Fedmond was also very uncomfortable, he had experienced the Holy Grail Expedition. His willpower and endurance were far beyond ordinary people. He panted, took off his armor, and let the Sea God Knight apply medicine and bandages on him. At the same time, he also observed the high-level vampire that they had killed.
"This is a vampire from the Lemia Sisterhood." After inspecting the vampire, Fedmond sat down on the bench in disappointment. The Holy Grail Knight panted. "A high-level vampire from the Lemia Sisterhood. I don't know why she is here."
"… She's here to kill us." Dark Elf Olica's left face was swollen. Her mask had been taken off, and there were many injuries on her body. Olica's face did not look very good. This battle had used up most of her stored magic. Her soul was injured, and she could not replenish it on her own.
"She's here to kill us?" Fedmond asked doubtfully. There was some vigilance and distrust in his eyes.
The Holy Grail Knight was not satisfied with this battle, because the sneak attack of the Dark Elf and the musket of the Paladin were not noble moves. In Fedmond's view, this was not a duel at all!
Fortunately, the opponent was a vampire, and there was no need to pay too much attention to the knighthood. Fedmond was only a little dissatisfied. As the future successor of the title of Duke of Bordero, he had naturally received excellent court education. This little dissatisfaction did not show on his face.
Fedmond also had some new insights. He felt that many times, he should not drown in rotten dogma, especially when facing non-human races.
The eldest son of Duke Bordero felt that he should learn more from Laing. This kind of way of doing things might be the difference between a Chosen One champion and an ordinary Holy Grail Knight. Fedmond felt that Laing's temperament was very necessary and worth learning for a Holy Grail Knight.
It was a good idea for his father to ask Sir Laing for help.
"Yes, I'm here to kill you." The beautiful Dark Elf stretched out her small hand wrapped in a deerskin glove. Her expression was very cold, but her actions surprised Fedmond and Alfred Frey.
Olica blasphemed the soul of the dead wandering knight. She used dark magic to summon the wandering knight's soul back, and then cruelly read his memories.
This process was very cruel. The wandering knight's soul was screaming crazily and painfully. A soul that had been blasphemed would never rest, ever.
"Heart Piercing Bone!" The Dark Elf seemed to be unaware of her cruelty. She increased her strength and forced the soul to spit out everything he knew. The soul was twisted into a ball of cotton under the Dark Elf's torture. He was in so much pain that he almost went crazy.
"Mind Extraction!" Then the Dark Elf began to use vicious magic to read the wandering knight's memories and thoughts. She seemed to be very used to this kind of torture and was very skilled at it.
"No! You can't do this! Dark Elf! You are blaspheming the soul of a knight. You will be cursed by the Lady and never be able to rest in peace! "The Holy Grail Knight roared angrily.
Alfred Frey, who was vomiting his last breath, also glared at Olica's behavior.
"Shut up, I don't believe in your Goddess. If you still want to complete the mission and still want to know where the family heirloom of the Duke of Bordero's family is, then let me finish my question," Olica said calmly. "Or if you must, I can stop. Then the last clue we have will disappear."
"…" Fedmond and Alfred Frey did not speak. They had to turn their heads and pretend that they did not see anything.
After a while, Ryan and Veronica came back. Seeing the situation in the city, Ryan and Veronica immediately knew that Fedmond must have found something. "What happened? What's going on?" asked Ryan and Veronica.
"Ouch, I saw three patients as soon as I came back." Veronica noticed the situation in the room. Wizard Garland moved her eyes to the stone table and could not help but be surprised. "Oh my god, you killed a high-level vampire?"
Seeing Laing come in, Olica immediately stopped the cruel interrogation and the dark magic on her face. Then, the cold expression on her face became weak. The delicate dark elf pretended to be injured and fell directly on Laing's body. She leaned into his arms and said coquettishly, "Master, the enemy was so difficult to deal with. My magic power is almost used up."
Seeing the dark elf's swollen face, Laing felt a little distressed. He quickly signaled the servants to boil water and then applied ointment on Olica's face. He asked her to lie down and gently kissed her forehead. "It's okay, rest well. I'm here."
"Okay!" The dark elf leaned on Laing with a blush on her face.
The Holy Grail Knight and the Holy Grail Knight were speechless.
There seemed to be something wrong.
"How is it? Feldmond? Are you hurt? "After helping his dark elf maid lie down, Laing asked about the situation.
"We investigated the hotel. The group of wandering knights had already left, but they left one person in the basement of the hotel to wait for news. We found the guy who stayed behind …" Fedmond looked at the corpse of the dead wandering knight and continued, "But he was already dead. He was killed by this senior vampire."
"A high-level vampire of the Lemia family?" Laing nodded. "You killed her? No wonder you were injured. How is it? Did you find anything? "
"You'll have to ask your dark elf maid." Aldmond let out a mocking laugh. "She knows the most."
Fedmond, on the other hand, remained silent.
The Holy Grail Knight suddenly felt a deep sympathy for Laing's situation.
What kind of people were around the lady's chosen champion?
With such a dark elf maid by his side, His Excellency Laing must have had a hard time, right? As the lady's chosen champion, the head of the Holy Grail Knights, and the role model of the knights, it must have been a deep torture for His Excellency Laing to have such a dark elf maid by his side.
Feldmond suddenly felt a little sympathy for Laing. He looked at Laing with an understanding look.
Such a sacrificial spirit, this was a human hero worthy of admiration!
"This vampire came to silence us. Master, they were the ones who stole Poseidon's Trident." The dark elf said in a low voice, "This group of rogue knights was instigated by a high-level vampire to steal Poseidon's Trident."
"It really was them!" Feldmond gnashed his teeth in hatred. He seemed to have forgotten the dark elf's cruel interrogation. "And then?"
"And then this vampire came to silence us." The dark elf shifted her gaze to the dead vampire. "A week later, on the plains twenty kilometers away from Magritte City, the mercenaries hired by the vampire will deliver the goods to this group of rogue knights."
"I see!" Laing held his chin. He took out the blood-stained eagle flag and told everyone his discovery.
The news that the Magritte Knights still existed in this world shocked Feldmond and Aldmond speechless.
Laing gave them some time to digest the news, and then concluded. "It must be the vampires who found a way to make the hidden knights of the Magritte Knights believe that the power of Poseidon's Trident can allow them to go on an expedition to Araby again!"
"Then it all makes sense! This is all a scheme of the vampires! " Veronica nodded. "We have to take back the item before the rogue knights hand it over to the Magritte Knights. Otherwise, if we're not careful, we'll definitely cause an all-out war between Estalia, the Empire, and Brittany!"
"No." Laing shook his head. "We're not in our own country. This is Estalia. Even if we catch the rogue knights, what if we can't find Poseidon's Trident?"
The pale Aldmond leaned on the window as a golden retriever poked in. "That's the same as a declaration of war. Because we attacked the trading target of the Magritte Knights, they can insist that we took the valuable goods, and we won't be able to defend ourselves."
"That's why we have to attack at the trading site. We have to get the goods. Only then will the Estalians have no excuse to intervene in this war." Fedmond nodded and took out a conch. "I'll contact father immediately. The Poseidon's fleet will land on the plains north of Magritte!"
"Very well. We'll rest here until the day after tomorrow, and then prepare to go to Magritte." Laing picked up Olica by the waist and stared at the dead vampire. "Is there a way to deal with this?"
"Let me do it. My flames can burn these two corpses to ashes." Veronica walked up, flames emerging from her fingertips. "Then add some medicine … and sprinkle it into the sea."
"Very well. It's getting late. Let's rest early." Laing carried the dark elf to take a bath together.
"Well, everyone has worked hard. Let's rest early." Fedmond concluded today's operation. "We'll rest for the day tomorrow. Arrange for everyone to rest in shifts."
"Yes!"
… I'm the break line for resting early …
At the same time, at the border of Estalia in the Black Mountains.
An army of more than ten thousand Empire soldiers was slowly marching into this land that symbolized freedom. This army was equipped with a large number of firearms and cannons. There were also a dozen cannons and mortar cannons, as well as Hellstorm rocket launchers. Under the lead of the Empire's engineers, the Scorching Sun Knights were ready to go, the Great Swordsmen and Halberd Soldiers were dressed in bright armor, and the Musketeers of the Musketeers were lined up neatly in the wilderness.
Leading this army was the Empire's Great Alchemist, Bayershazer Galt. He rode on the pegasus Quicksilver, and with his golden mask blocking his vision, no one knew what the Great Alchemist was thinking.
"Great Alchemist, we've entered the borders of Estalia." The Empire's captain, Bernhardt, spoke to the Great Alchemist. "Although His Majesty has approved of this operation, I still hope that we'll be careful. No one wants to start a war between Estalia and the Empire."
"That's not important. According to my sources, the Seagold Amulet has appeared in Estalia, right next to Magritte!" The Great Alchemist's voice was filled with the sound of metal rubbing against each other. He raised his golden staff, and the Wind of Piety swept across the sky.
"The Seagold Amulet can only belong to me!"
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