Chapter 81 – Miss 80 is an atypical energy-saving, environmentally friendly, green and non-polluting woman.

Chapter 81 80.Missy is an energy-saving, environmentally friendly, green and non-polluting atypical vampire yes! 2060]

(Extra for brother ‘Huo Zheng is quite good’ [5/20])
“Plop.”

For the second time, Missy in the tent fell to the ground due to vertigo.

This time even more than before, she took on the posture of a bad black-furred defeated dog, gasping for air, her heart beating more violently than ever before.

It even caught up to the rhythm of a human heartbeat.

This was the physical discomfort caused by the real memories that surfaced in pounding the mind, while its white forehead was covered in sweat, and the bloodshot pupils of its eyes were dilated with glaring round pupils.

The muscles of the entire face twitched causing the expression management to completely collapse.

But this was no longer the time to consider this.

Because she remembered!
After Tris cast a spell to undo a certain mental illusion in her brain, the truths that had been woven in the crevices of false memories with exquisite skill were rapidly emerging.

For the first time in her life, she saw her eyes open and saw her father with a serious and somber face, and the charming woman beside him, whom she had “never seen before”, but who had always been by her side.

His. Mother?

She also saw herself as a little girl jumping around and handing a piece of delicate pastry to the little girl who was huddled on the ground covered with injuries and as thin as a little skinny monkey.

Behind the curtain at the edge of the scene where she and Adele had truly met was the wailing and death scent of an entire squad of the matriarch’s own guards as they mercilessly slaughtered that entire fringe village in the night.

All of this was because her immature self hated the foolish villagers who had insulted little Adele.

So his own mother gave that order of extermination with a doting smile.

The scene then shifted and she saw herself again sitting on a chair in the middle of a rather complicated and tedious ritual while her own father was casting a rather obscure psychic spell.

Herself was crying out.

For before her own eyes, her own mother was wailing and reaching out towards her, but two of the Matriarch’s own guards were dragging her away towards the chamber beyond.

That was the last time one saw one’s mother.

Cecilia.
Right!
That was her name.

“And who is she? Cecilia where is she?”

Missy looked up blankly.

The sweat covered face with those blank eyes were full of prayerful inquiries.

Tris’s hands were placed on her stomach.

She looked at the real “child” in front of her with complicated eyes, and the damn wound on her body was aching again, as if it was touching the ancient memory that she had decided to seal forever.

In the face of Phemis’ prayers and inquiries, Tris shook her head and said:

“I have not seen her.

I only know that Salokdar found himself a human mistress forty years ago, but it was in no way out of love; he simply searched the whole of Transylvania for over a hundred years before finding the perfect ‘vessel’.

Meeting her, falling in love with her, and doing all those nasty and dirty things with her was never from true emotion either.

It was all part of an icy plan.

And you!

Phemis, you are the ‘masterpiece’ of Salokdar.

The first vampire ever to be born in a natural birth like a human instead of relying on the First Embrace . Uh, or half-vampire, after all, you didn’t inherit your powers completely.

Yet it is not a mutilation, but an ‘evolution’.”

“Is her inability to first embrace Adele also a manifestation of this ‘incompleteness’?”

Murphy asked when he too was a little confused by the truth, and Tris shook her head and corrected herself:
“The so-called incompleteness or imperfection is viewed based on being a vampire, young Murphy, and if you look at it by the standards of other races, as I said, Femis is simply the ‘perfect’ vampire.

She has all the powers and gifts of a vampire, as well as the complete protection and blessing of the Mother of the Night, and even lasts longer in the sunlight than a normal vampire.

She has the midnight power of a vampire without losing her remarkable human ability to learn.

She is a product of the strengths of both races combined.

The only problem is the inability to develop a bloodline.

But this is precisely the fundamental reason why we vampires are hated and loathed by the other races; in the past, we had to rely on looting and conversion to maintain the size of our family and to reproduce.

Every additional vampire means one less life for the other races.

This is the most basic conflict of all the irreconcilable contradictions between the two sides, but the emergence of Femis solved this problem perfectly!”

Tris sighed and stepped forward to take out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from the dumbfounded Missy’s forehead.

She whispered:

“Sarokdal’s experiment isn’t over yet, you, an outstanding creation, still have one last hurdle to overcome, you must fulfill the mission you were given at your birth.

Child, you must do as your mother did when she gave birth to you, and use your body as a vessel to give birth to another healthy vampire after bonding with another male vampire.

In this way, you will prove that the ‘advantages’ you possess can be passed on!
If you do this, it will mean that the eternal conflict between vampires and other races will be able to see the possibility of resolution, and you will thus become the originator of all new-vampires.

Salokdar is a true madman!

He has spent his entire life trying to solve this problem, and you are the ‘ultimate answer’ that he has offered to the world and the entire vampire species.

And there’s no need to feel down about it.

I think that Salokdar loves you, from the bottom of his heart offering everything.

But it may not be the kind of love you want”

The tent was quiet once again, and regardless of Missy’s mental activity as she learned the truth, Murphy, who was eating from the sidelines, maintained his comportment on the surface, but in his mind he was shouting Crap!

What the hell is this otherworldly interracial big biologist and cold-blooded madman to create biological daughter of the dog blood plot ah!
But you don’t say, Tris’s answer did perfectly answer all the doubts Murphy had hidden in his heart about Missy’s previous unreasonable behavior.

But Murphy was now more concerned about another issue.

He looked at Tris’ back and asked:

“What about you? Tris, what role do you play in this? You were injured two hundred years ago, but Missy was born thirty years ago, this doesn’t match up at all.”

“You think it’s that easy to make a perfect vampire?”

Tris grunted, rather smugly, sticking her thumb out and pointing at herself as she lengthened her voice:
“But Phineas was also still born thanks to the whims of Tris-sama! Let me put it this way, all of Salokdar’s actions in the past two hundred years have been advancing in strict accordance with the theoretical plan I formulated back then, and even the time of Missy’s birth was precisely stuck on the day I calculated.

This is ample proof that Lord Tris is a true blood genius! The most powerful and wise brain that can be born in the vampire clan.

Heh, I always thought that I shouldn’t have joined the Blood Wyvern Clan, and that my true home should be the Secret Blood Clan, which is full of wise people and worships knowledge as a religion.

Unfortunately, when I was a human and sick and dying, I met a continent-traveling Salokdar!
Okay, Murph, I know you’ve been wondering.

About my honors.”

Tris looked back at Murphy and lowered her head, saying softly and regretfully:

“It was Salokdar! Oi? Why do you have that look on your face little Murphy! This isn’t what I expected, shouldn’t you be so shocked that you’re losing your voice and screaming right now?”

“Ch, I guessed it already, okay?”

Murphy rolled his eyes and said:
“Aside from the mandatory order of the bloodline contract, I am unable to think of why you are bent on staying in Cadman City and suffering even though you’ve fallen into such a state. With your abilities or even your looks alone you could have had a better life.

But you didn’t do that.

I’m more concerned about your injuries right now though, if Salokdar is your honored one, why were you hurt like that by him?”

Tris didn’t answer.

She looked over at the kneeling Missy Femis with an expression of sighing tinged with regret, regret mixed with a few hints of anger that had long since subsided.

Then she reached out and placed her hand on top of Femis’s head, and her expression became unexpectedly kind again.

She felt the familiar power and said:
“Because the Seed of Life needs enough spiritual energy to nurture in order to germinate! And it can only blossom and bear fruit if it is implanted in flesh and blood, and Femis’s human mother, Duchess Cecilia, acts as the vessel for the blossoming and bearing of fruit.

And I.
I contributed all my power and talent and even complete blood essence to make this seed sprout.

I’m probably one of the few strange fellows in the entire history of the pack who hasn’t died after having his heart ripped out to squeeze out his power, and my weakness stems from that.

This dried up heart that had been put back into my body was no longer able to give me any shelter from the power.

But in theory, this little girl is half my daughter
Well, at least a quarter of one, which by human reproduction standards should be described as such.

As for the wound, I made it myself.

I had assumed that it stemmed from my quest for truth and perfection as a Psychic Master, making me voluntarily give my all for the theories and plans I had devised.

But it wasn’t until after I was left to fend for myself on the edge of Cadman City that I realized that that overly aggressive dedication and devotion was likely just an illusion of truth that Salokdar was using the bloodline contract to weave for me.

I was being used.

That was me being stupid!

I can’t blame the others. After all, I’m to blame.

I was so crazy back then, so self-absorbed and evil and insane, like a hopeless lunatic.”

Speaking of this, Tris shook her head.

She turned back to Murphy and whispered:
“Little Murphy, remember the warning I told you earlier about vampires always being lured by darkness to fall into the abyss? Well, that didn’t come from the life lessons of boring old people, my sweet little twerp.

That was a warning condensed by your poor venerable father from over four hundred years of life’s painful experiences!
You must remember that.

Don’t follow the call of the darkness in your heart, don’t do irreparable things at its urging, and don’t let it lead you down into the abyss and smash you into the muck.

Just like I did back then.”

Murphy fell silent.

What Tris said was serious.

Murphy also believed that Tris was definitely serious in her admonition at this moment.

She didn’t want Murphy to go down her old path, but Murphy just couldn’t rub the serious Tris together with the bad image of the drunken her that she usually had.

Hey, your style isn’t even suitable for this kind of bitter persuasion, okay? Shouldn’t the current you be serious and discuss with me which brand of wine is softer in the mouth?
“That seed!”

Just as Murphy was pondering whether or not his venerable elder was suffering from a split personality from the memories evoked, Phimis suddenly raised her head as she grabbed Tris’s wrist and spoke:
“That seed you’re talking about, I’ve seen it before!”

“No way!”

Tris snapped back and flatly denied:

“That Seed of Life was stolen by me and Salokdar at the expense of fifteen family elders before we personally stole it from the Nature’s Old Religion’s sanctuary on the Isle of Glamour two hundred and twenty-five years ago!

It was that overly successful theft that triggered the ‘Second Black Night War’, completely setting off the already existing conflict between the vampires and the old human religion.

The mega head-on conflict between the Blood Vulture, Wolfsbane, and Blood Fear clans and the humans also began at that time.

It was that conflict that led to the extermination of Blood Fear, the migration of Wolfsbane, and the decline of Blood Vulture, and the undying hatred between Wolfsbane and Blood Vulture was also formed at that time.

Not many people knew the truth of this matter back then, let alone having seen the Seed of Life with their own eyes.

It germinated a hundred and ninety years ago when I watered it with the essence of my own blood.

In my calculations and considerations it would need at least a hundred years, at most a hundred and sixty years to grow enough to blossom and bear fruit, and every year it would need enough blood to water it so that it wouldn’t wither.

This is not the proper use of that Seed of Life that is said to have originated from the God of Avalon to the elves, but we, the Eternal Sins descendants, can only use this vampiric evil to catalyze it.

The humans who have mysteriously disappeared from the city of Cadman over the years have been captured by Salokdar and their blood squeezed out in the name of sacrifice for the furtherance of this program.

My calculations were clearly correct!

He implanted that seed in your mother as I instructed, and then borrowed the foul bodily fluids to mate, using her as a vessel to eventually give birth to you in labor!

You are the new form of that seed of life and blood!
How could you possibly have seen it?
You are it!”

“I really have seen it!

It was in the Smuggler’s Woodlands that I encountered the White Knight Elder Finok, that guy was going to kill me, but he seemed to have found out the end of the story and made me take a black seed to put me into some sort of hypnotic state.”

Phimis stammered and waved his hand as he explained:
“I remember very clearly, in that hypnosis I saw the sky and the river of stars stretching out beneath me, and I also saw the tree in the center of the sea of stars!

Withered branches shaped by blood stretching without a single leaf, hideous as a monster growing out of an obscure abyss!

I have truly seen it!”

“What did you say? A White Knight of the Golden Order spared you? Old Finok? Who’s that?”

Tris asked a few follow-up questions in consternation.

Behind her, Murphy, who by now had also sensed a second crisis, explained:

“We relied on the judgment of that old Finok to kill Jed this time, and it was he who commanded this group of elite witch hunters to confirm the death of Salokdar.

He is in the city of Cadman at this time, but the very dishonest Missy has never shared with me what happened to her in the smuggler’s woodlands.”

“This is trouble.”

Tris’s head hurt even more.

Along with it, the wounds on her body ached, causing her to groan and cover her heart as she fell limply back down into Murphy’s arms again, and with a quick eye, she took the blood wine from the bedside and poured a sip of it for Tris, which suppressed the pain that had erupted in her body.

She spoke in a weak tone and barked at Murphy and Phineas who came over:

“Old Finok’s matter is put aside beforehand, the biggest trouble right now is the Blood League Knights, as soon as they see Salokdar there is a high probability that they will discover those traces he left behind in the secret room deep in the Blood Wyvern Cloisters.

This kind of taboo-breaking matter can’t be hidden from them at all, and each and every one of the Descendants of Pride are experts in dealing with taboos.

You must think of something quickly!
Either escape, or”

“Clear the Blood Vulture Cloisters before they arrive!”

Murphy, who was holding Tris, glanced at Femis and said in a deep voice:

“Salokdar can die at the hands of the witch hunters or at our hands, but those secrets of the past must never be discovered by the knights of the Blood League.

Three days!

We only have three days!
Femis!
You must follow my orders the entire time this time, and if you can’t do that, then get out of here and go find your own way.”

(End of chapter)