Mystery: The Silver Key

Chapter 28 Unlucky People and Unlucky Vampires

Before the emblem of life, composed of ears of wheat, flowers, spring water, and a baby surrounded by flowers.

With a somewhat clumsy gesture, Sirion made a gesture of worship from the Church of the Earth Mother, then "devoutly" thanked the Mother Goddess for her blessing, and casually put all the £2.13 sulph notes he had on him into the offering box in front of him.

After doing all this, he turned to look at the priest, whose tall stature still exuded an imposing aura even when seated, and said somewhat nervously:

"Would you believe me if I said I just wanted to come and admire the radiance of the Mother Goddess?"

The tall, half-giant priest looked at him with little expression, his face revealing neither joy nor anger, nor indifference.

The two looked at each other for a moment, then he sighed helplessly, "Alright, I will compensate for the damage to the church earlier."

"in addition..."

He looked at the vampire who had fainted at the priest's feet, his eyes filled with speechlessness, anger, sighs, and sympathy.

He felt he could roughly recognize the vampire's origins. Although the guy looked disheveled, a closer look revealed that he was quite handsome.

With black hair and red eyes, his disheveled hair conveyed a sense of fragility and brokenness. He looked to be about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, handsome with a slightly effeminate appearance, a high nose bridge, and thin lips.

This appearance and this unlucky streak must be the future "Moon" of the Tarot Club.

Thinking about his bad luck, Cyril felt that he was also quite unlucky. He had to go out to digest his potion and run into a vampire who had gone mad from not drinking blood for too long and was only chasing after him.

As he drifted into thought, the half-giant priest handed him an empty bowl. Under Cyril's questioning gaze, the priest explained simply:

"He is in a state of blood thirst, which is why he went berserk. If he cannot be given fresh blood in time, he may lose control."

Looking at the empty bowl in front of him, Sirion seemed to understand what the priest meant:

"So, in the end, I'll still have to feed him with my blood?"

The priest opposite nodded slightly and said, "The blood of the extraordinary, rich in spirituality, will have a better effect. Not much is needed, just half a bowl is enough."

"Consider this your punishment for bringing a vampire into the church. You'd better not be so reckless in the future."

"Furthermore, this is also one of the meanings of the Mother Goddess's radiance: life is precious."

"When conditions permit, it is our duty to save lives and prolong life."

Cyril remained silent. Faced with a priest who could swat a vampire like a fly, he felt he had little say.

He took a deep breath, took the empty bowl, placed it on the table in front of him, then picked up a sterilized knife and cut a gash in his wrist.

Warm blood immediately spilled out, quickly filling a small bowl.

Seeing that the bleeding had stopped, he looked up at the priest and asked, "Do you have any hemostatic medicine?"

The priest nodded gently and took out a bottle of greenish-blue medicine from behind him: "Sprinkle half on your wounds, and take the other half orally."

"Hmm..."

The vampire, lying disheveled on the ground, twitched its nose and let out a weak, hoarse sound from its slightly parted lips.

Cyril glared at him, clearly not in a good mood, but in the end, she still couldn't escape the fate of being bled dry.

Fortunately, the Church of the Earth Mother is restricted in its missionary work in Rune. Although I revealed my identity as an extraordinary being to Father Utravsky, I had no ill intentions and even showed interest in the Mother Goddess's faith, so he probably won't do anything to me.

While he was contemplating his future, Father Utravsky had already fed the half-bowl of blood into the mouth of the vampire on the ground.

Replenished by spiritual blood, the vampire, driven mad by thirst, quickly regained his senses and reason.

He propped himself up and looked around blankly, then looked down and touched his chest, which was still aching. Fragments of memories flashed through his mind, and he finally realized what was going on with him.

Before he could speak, Sirion said, "Father, lock him in the basement. A bloodthirsty vampire is too dangerous."

"If he hadn't met me this time, someone would definitely have met with misfortune..."

Before he could finish speaking, the vampire sitting on the ground interrupted him: "Damn it, if I hadn't run into you and wasted time, how could I have lost control of myself?"

Seemingly realizing he wasn't imposing enough, he struggled to his feet, his body aching all over, and glared angrily at Sirion with his deep red eyes:

"And also, I am a vampire, a noble vampire!"

"I will compensate you for the harm and losses I have caused you, at worst..."

Before he could finish speaking, Sirion interrupted him: "300 pounds."

The red-eyed vampire glared at him in disbelief: "Why don't you just rob it?"

Cyril crossed her arms and looked back at him: "Isn't this a robbery?"

Vampire: "Bastard! You..."

Cyril interrupted him again: "Don't be so irritable. Be mindful of your status. You are a wild extraordinary being, and now you are a captured wild extraordinary being. This is the church of the 'Earth Mother Goddess'."

The vampire opposite him blushed and paled in turns, repeatedly trying to speak but stopping himself, finally managing to utter only one sentence:

"Don't you know it's impolite to interrupt someone?"

Cyril nodded noncommittally: "Can't you tell I did it on purpose?"

Vampire: "Bastard!"

"You're quite polite; you only know this one swear word."

Cyril looked at the gritting-teeth vampire, sighed thoughtfully, and then turned red.

"You damn bastard, I, I..."

He was interrupted again before he could finish speaking, but this time it was Father Utravsky:

"Please control your emotions, both of you. This is the church of the Mother Goddess."

Sirion looked at Father Utravsky, who sat there like a small mountain, and apologized sincerely:

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have bothered arguing with a vampire."

The vampire beside him glared at him, but restrained by Father Utravsky's imposing presence, he could only mutter a rebuttal:

"You...you remember this well, I am a vampire, a vampire!"

Cyril shrugged, suddenly feeling no desire to tease the vampire anymore... It felt like bullying a child, and there was no sense of accomplishment in it.

He paused, then looked at Father Utravsky: "Father, may I leave now?"

Father Utravsky chuckled and nodded: "Of course, you have always been free."

"If you are truly interested in the radiance of the Mother Goddess, you can take some time to come here and listen to my sermons. Perhaps one day you will truly feel the preciousness of life and the joy of a bountiful harvest."

"I will." Cyril nodded gently, then bowed deeply in gratitude.

"Thank you again for your help, otherwise I might have been in danger tonight."

The priest nodded slightly: "I am the bishop here, and also a priest. You can call me Father Utravsky."

Although he already knew, Sirion nodded seriously before stepping out of the church.

After he left, the unlucky vampire secretly took two steps back. Seeing that Father Utravsky in front of him did not react, he suddenly became bolder. As he turned around, a thick black mist emanated from behind him, forming a pair of illusory bat wings. Then he sped towards the church door at great speed.

The next second, the entire prayer hall of the church was filled with the clear and holy morning light. The illusory bat wings behind Mr. Vampire turned into black smoke and disappeared, and he also lost his balance and fell to the ground.

Father Utravsky strode over unhurriedly, his broad hand grasping the back of his neck as easily as a farmer catching a chick.

"That gentleman is right. A vampire who cannot control his own state is quite dangerous to ordinary people in this city."

"I...cough cough~, damn priest, let me go..."

"The vampires will not let you get away with this..."

Ignoring the impotent rage of Mr. Vampire in his hands, Father Utravsky carried him toward the church's basement.

...

On the street outside the Harvest Church, Sirien felt the progress of digesting a large portion of the potion within his body and let out a long breath.

"Although it was thrilling, the gains were indeed quite good. If I could do it again, I think I could digest all of my 'Apprentice' potions."

"Um... never mind, sometimes it's nice to digest potions in a calm and uneventful way."

"Really? It seems you're not too happy with the gift I prepared. That's really disheartening."

The sudden sound interrupted Sirion's thoughts. When he turned his head, he saw a postman with a crossbody bag and a monocle under a streetlamp not far away.

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Holy crap, you monocle addict, help me out!

"Ah..."

He uttered just one word, and then his voice disappeared.