Chapter 103: 102 You are Mrs. Tris, the owner of the Fruit of Face, right?

Chapter 103 102.You are the face fruit possessor, Mrs. Tris, right? 4260]

“I find it hard to imagine how so many people survived the dangerous Blood Wyvern Cloisters? And surviving for ten whole days and nights, where did they get the food?”

In the barren earth of the inner city of Cadman City, Miss Miriam, who received the news and ran with the camp guards and a group of officials to take over the underground survivors, asked suspiciously to Tris, who was riding on a horse beside her:

“Is the Blood Vulture Cloister that big?”

“The Blood Vulture Clan has been entrenched here for 400 years, my child, and if the vampires hadn’t wanted the local rats, we would have been perfectly capable of digging a new Cadman’s City out of the ground with our claws. The cloisters are bigger than you can even imagine, and there are some special spaces in there that have been warped by concealment spells.

The current vampire juniors have no idea how many secret rooms are hidden underneath those added layers.

Alas, speaking here again, I have to say another thing, this lord also had a luxurious single room of his own in the cloister back then, the bedroom alone was bigger than my unlucky mansion!”

Tris still had that drunken look about her.

Because being refused by Murphy not to accompany him into the dangerous Cloisters made Tris quite discouraged, when she received the news under the Cloisters a few hours ago, she had already drowned herself in alcohol to continue her drunkenness.

It was Miriam who had dragged her stiffly from her bed.

After all, now that Murphy had run off to war, then the only one left in the camp who could hold down the fort was Tris.

Although Miriam was the camp director, the redhead was sensible enough to maintain her own judgment of the truth, which was that all of her current authority came from Murphy’s appointment.

That was the way the power system worked in Transylvania.

At least for now.

“Your camp was built around the size of 1,000 people, and while there is already a rough set of orders in place, the sudden intake of twice as many survivors at the moment will put your system of governance to a great test.

I am pessimistic about that.”

Beside Miriam, Major Fraser, dressed in the uniform of the Kingdom of the Golden Flower, fulfilled his duty as the “King’s Eyes and Ears”, holding a notebook in his hand and recording in detail everything he had seen and heard during his travels in the city of Cadman.

In the face of his comments, Miriam said with her arms folded in displeasure:
“That’s the problem we need to face, Your Excellency Major, or I don’t need you to worry about that. Everyone here has enough and justified hatred for the Kingdom of Goldfinch, so I think you’d be better off worrying about your own personal safety.”

“Thank you for the reminder, Ms. Miriam.”

Major Fraser replied with a flourish:
“As you said, that’s all I need to worry about, and I think King Louis will feel surprised by everything that’s happening here, especially about His Excellency ‘Knight of Nantes’ Kudel, who has been missing from the Anjou region for almost a hundred and ten years.”

The Major looked at Kudel, the bailiff, who was being carried out of the cloister on a stretcher next to him by several strong survivors, who had fallen into a deep sleep under Missy’s psychic spells.

Those civilians he was protecting were afraid that Lord Kudel would be burned by the sun, and had thoughtfully made a simple shed for him on the stretcher.

“You know him?”

Miriam looked curiously at Major Fraser, who explained without hesitation:
“My family has lived in the Anjou region for generations, and my favorite folktale to listen to as a child was about the ‘Nantes Ranger’ Kudel.

He was active in the era nearly two hundred years ago, from a commoner’s background but gifted, he was a famous and talented knight in the Anjou region, participated in the Avalon Church’s expulsion of vampires at a young age, made numerous achievements in the ‘Second Black Night War’ that mainly took place in the Sax region, and also participated in the Church’s destructive strikes against the Blood Fear Clan.

It was His Excellency Kudel and the countless Protectorate troops that drove the Blood Fear vampires that plagued the Sax and Ice Bay regions to the Misty Coast in the south.

To this day, there are still sonnets about Knight Kudel circulating in the province of Sax.

A true folk hero, he was rumored to have had a chance at knighthood, but sadly disappeared leading a band of partisan knights in the battle against the Jackals in the Dark Mountains during the Fourth Black Plague of the Era 1000.

Some say he died in battle.

Some say he just got tired of fighting so he chose to go into hiding, but no one thought that this legendary figure who fought against vampires for his entire life would end up in such a situation, fate was really cruel to him.”

“Don’t talk as if we’ve done all the bad things.”

Tris, who was riding on her horse, bristled as she grunted and added:
“Your Excellency Major, you may have forgotten that every time the Black Calamity occurred, Transylvania was the frontline battlefield against the Jackal Warlords, and the fourth Black Calamity that lasted for a whole decade even turned a small half of the continent into scorched earth.

It was because the Blood Vulture vampires, whom you despise, fought to the death on this land that those crazy jackals were not able to rush into your rich homeland.

The Anjou region isn’t too far from here.

And the Exorcist Knight Kudel, as you call him, fought alongside us during the Fourth Black Plague, well, I was a wreck by then, so I don’t really know how he became one of the Blood Vultures.

But I guess even Salokdar couldn’t have transformed a prestigious human knight under the attention of the heroes of the Many Races under those circumstances.

So the truth is probably that Kudel was on the verge of death when he was ‘saved’ by us.”

“You turned a human hero into a vampire so that he could never return home or even be soothed by the sunlight again, and you shamelessly call it a ‘rescue’?”

Major Fraser was enraged, and the gallant soldier chortled:
“What a shameless statement! You perverted witch!”

“Gee whiz, that’s how we vampires do things, and if you’re not happy about it you can go to the cloisters right now and finish a knight’s duel with Salokdar. The fact of the matter is that a human legend that should have gone up in smoke a hundred years ago lived to tell the tale, and whether you want to admit it or not, you have us to thank for meeting your childhood hero today.”

Tris didn’t even look at the “little kid”.

She reached up and placed her hand above her eyes, looking out over the exit of the cloister that was still sending survivors out before her, and yawned again as she addressed Miriam:

“I’ll leave you guys to it, little Miriam, I’ve got to get back to sleep, call me when little Murphy gets back.”

After saying that, she patted the neck of her warhorse and used a little bit of “witch’s trick” to make the warhorse obediently turn back to carry her back towards the survivors’ camp, while Bonnie, the loyal and crazy vampire guard, didn’t move an inch to protect her “Mistress” side.

And Tris wasn’t taking advantage of the situation when she said she was going back to camp to get a good night’s sleep.

She really slept through the night, waking up at nearly midnight in a daze, grabbing the bottle of wine next to her bed and taking a sip of her “sobering soup”.

This was the way of life for a vampire, and she was refreshed at night. Stretching and moving her body, Tris got up and changed into a long dress, intending to take advantage of the night to walk around the campground.

After all, Murphy Jr. had entrusted the camp to herself, and even though she’d been an invalid for over a hundred years now, she still didn’t want to let Murphy Jr. down on her.

Escorted by Bonnie, a loyal and insane vampire, Tris left her tent.

She nodded in satisfaction as she looked at the messy but organized situation in the camp, it seemed that the merging of the two streams of survivors had gone quite well, and the cries and laughter that came from some of the separated family members as they rejoined were poignant.

“Bonnie, do you still have family?”

Tris asked in passing.

Behind her the mentally deranged Bonnie cocked her head in thought and nodded, muffled:

“Three mistresses.”

“Uh.”

Tris tugged at the corner of her mouth, unable to resist the question:
“I think you mean mistresses? That’s a lot of emotion.”

“No!”

Crazy Bonnie shook her head very stubbornly, and said very earnestly, holding out her fingers to compare the curves of the female body:

“Just mistresses …”

“Ah this!”

Mrs. Tris exclaimed for a split second. She suddenly realized that her act of picking up Bonnie as an escort seemed a bit risky, alas, little Murphy was right, she really needed to change this habit of picking up things indiscriminately.

“From now on, you stay away when I take a bath and change my clothes.”

Trixie said with discomfort all over her body, Bonnie nodded and pulled her mask back on again not knowing what she was thinking.

But just as the two walked to the edge of the camp, Tris and Bonnie looked up almost simultaneously into the darkness beyond the camp, a strange aura was approaching in the darkness. Three majestic steeds clad in scarlet battle armor carrying their respective heavily armored knights emerged from the darkness of the night and approached the area at a speed that was almost ground-hugging.

“Blood Alliance Clan’s scout knights?”

Tris narrowed her eyes, they were a day and a half later than expected, but with Little Murphy’s side of the equation still out of the way right now, she would have to hold them off herself!
“Blood Clan ahead report your names!”

Tris raised her hand and threw out a psychic energy spell as dense as a netting to block the warhorse’s path.

The three knights, obviously skillful with their bows and horses, completed the slowing maneuver almost instantly, and responded again as the tank-like majestic horses raised their front hooves and neighing:
“Three of the Blood League Knights Scout Vanguard! Who are you?”

“Former Elder of the Blood Vulture Clan, Tris!”

Tris replied briefly, and the other party immediately let out a shocked gasp:
“Lady Cuice? Haven’t you been dead for over a hundred years? Every year, our lord sends roses to your grave on the day he met you”

“Huh?”

Tris asked in a subtle tone as she rounded her eyes and quickly recalled something from the past that made her uncomfortable:

“Who is the Knight-Lord to whom you belong?”

“The First Lord Paranor Gelch Cappadocia!”

The scout responded with pride:
“Nicknamed ‘The Blade of Dignity’, Lady Tris, the Lord Lord is currently at the Crimson Fortress talking and laughing with the commander of the Winter Wolf Legion. He will arrive in Cadman City in two days, and I think he will be very happy to see you.

After all, he has emphasized many times that you are the muse of his heart .”

“I can’t believe it’s really that psychopath! But what about the original First Lord, my good sister Lily Hugo Bartoli? Why did her former lieutenant become a Knight Lord? And! There are enough psychotic vampires in Cadman City.

Beg him to stay away.”

“Uh, Lord Lily had already tragically died in the last Black Calamity, and after that, Knight Paranor took over her banner and ranks under the appointment of His Holiness, Lord Paying.”

The scout knight reported:
“Also I must weasel out a few words for my lord, as flirtatious as he may seem, he is in fact a pure hearted”

“I know better than you what kind of madman he is! If it’s Palanor coming over, then I’d rather ask for support from old Edward and his wolf cubs! What a hell!”

Tris exclaimed again, followed by a somewhat exasperated chortle:
“That tone-deaf lord of yours can hook up with dozens of women a year, and being regarded as a goddess or something by that promiscuous bastard is simply pulling down my tone. Can I request a different Knight Lord from His Holiness Pa Ying to help?

The second lord or the third lord would be fine, although they have their own problems, but I did after all refer to those two little sisters as sisters during the Third Black Plague .”

“Uh, I’m afraid that’s not quite possible.”

The scout knight of the Knights of the Blood League jumped off his warhorse, he quickly walked up to Tris and gave a standard knight’s salute before speaking:
“We’ve come here this time not only to respond to the invitation of the Great Lady Femis, Mrs. Tris, but also to signal a warning. The Fifth Black Plague of the Black Plague is coming!”

“Black Plague? This time of the year! Are you guys kidding? Nah! Is the world playing a joke on us? What on earth has the Blood Vulture Clan done to deserve this heavenly wrath?”

“Tris! Are you there?”

Just as Tris was dumbfounded by the bad news the Blood League Knights had brought, the arithmetic treasure beads she had strapped to her wrist suddenly vibrated, and with an exasperated huff, she took a few steps back to put the thing to her ear.

Murphy’s voice came out of it with a note of weakness and helplessness:

“I really don’t want to involve you in this, but we’ve just discovered an opening subspace rift at the very bottom of the Blood Wyvern Cloister.”

“A subspace rift? At this time of year? In here? The Mother of Darkness is above, ah, no wonder we’re in this terrible situation, so it’s all our fault! Blanch, I think I must be hallucinating from drinking too much, how could I be so unlucky?

Maybe I didn’t drink enough .”

Tris sighed and reached up to ruffle the ends of her hair in front of her forehead.

She looked at the dark night in front of her and took a deep breath, she felt the weakness and concern in Murphy’s words and whispered:

“Wait! I’ll be there in a minute! Don’t be afraid, little Murphy, Tris is here.”

“Uh-huh.”

Murphy let out a snort and cut off the communication, and Tris let out a long breath, putting her cascading hair up at the back of her head and tying it into a simple, yet competent braid.

It was the classic hairstyle of the Scarlet Witch, and then she turned back to look at the three heavily-armed Blood League knights behind her.

She snapped her fingers and said:

“Immediately send a message to that dog Palano, I don’t care who he’s laughing and joking with, he must arrive at the ruins of Cadman City within three hours!”

“Uh, ma’am.”

The scout knight responded in an unassuming manner:

“An ancient one like you should be able to understand the impact of the situation on the entire continent when the Black Plague occurs, and according to the duties of the Blood League Knights and the Knights’ Convention, the First Lord must relay our findings in the Dark Mountains to the commanders of the various powers in person.

In front of such a great event, the internal affairs of the Blood Vulture Clan should be postponed backward”

“I am not pleading with you now! Soldier!”

Tris said coldly:
“Nor am I talking to you about the Black Plague that will destroy the continent only a few months from now, I know more about your Knights’ Convention than you do, I was there when it was revised for the third time by Venerable Lord Paying, and all three of the new additions to that revision were suggestions I made!

What I want to talk to you about now is a subspace rift that is opening up under the ruins of Cadman City!

My bloodline has just discovered its existence.

And it has most likely set its anchor point in the material world ten days ago, and with my shallow understanding of subspace psychic energy, it is estimated that there will be no more than three days before it actually opens.

Therefore, I request that you, at once, report this matter to Paranor as well as Venerable Lord Paying!

Remember!

It’s only 3 hours, if that First Lord can’t arrive, then, we will handle this issue on our own, regarding all the consequences it will cause .
We will bear the responsibility ourselves!”

After saying that, Tris wrapped her braided long braid around her neck and draped it over her chest, bending down slightly to the scout knight who froze in place, then turned around and summoned her three-eyed raven spirit pet, Weber, and led Bonnie away with a big stride at the latter’s gargling and unsettling cries.

That scout knight watched Tris disappear, then came to his senses with a jolt.

Immediately, he touched the Knights’ Order rune in his pocket and crushed it, and in the next instant, the Blood League Knights’ psychic fireworks went straight into the sky and exploded at the end of the dark night.

Subspace Rift .
He hadn’t heard the word in a long time, distant like some experience from his last lifetime; after all, the last time the thing had appeared the immediate result was the overnight demise of three hundred thousand people as well as the extinction of a vampire clan.

Indeed!

Lady Tris was right, this thing was far more dangerous than the Black Plague that was brewing and forming at the moment and would hit the continent in a few months.

(End of chapter)