In the Middle Ages, people drew cards to be promoted to nobility.

The bright moon hangs high.

The castle in the darkness is like a giant beast, crawling on the high ground in the center of Montreal.

On the velvet soft couch, Humphrey suddenly woke up from his sleep.

"No...something's wrong."

"What the hell happened to me."

A thin layer of cold sweat broke out on his back.

The hairs on my arms stood up.

"Although I hate the person who broke the contract, I won't abandon my mother's safety."

"Also, how on earth did I come up with this despicable idea of ​​seeking someone else's knighthood? Isn't this despicable idea, which is completely contrary to the knight's motto, what I usually hate the most?"

"This is wrong!"

"what is going on?"

Humphrey's face was full of fear, and he felt a strong sense of strangeness and disconnection from his recent thoughts and even the things he did.

It was as if he was watching someone exactly like himself living on his behalf.

What he didn't see was that the moonlight passed through the window and cast a dark shadow behind him, which was rapidly expanding!

Like a drop of ink onto a white paper.

Gradually, a ferocious ghost figure was outlined.

The fear on Humphrey's face quickly solidified.

For a long time, the corner of his mouth slowly drew a strange arc: "It's really interesting that a mortal can feel the erosion of my soul."

"Unfortunately, he is only a mortal after all. Without a tempered spirit, it is impossible to resist my control."

There was a hint of appreciation in his tone: "You have proven your potential, I decided to cultivate you, but in order to forcibly control you, I lost my strength, so..."

His tone changed into a slightly flattering tone: "Sir, if you need anything, please feel free to ask me."

"I need sacrifices. There are four extraordinary people in this city under your jurisdiction. I want to devour them all!"

Humphrey's tone became humble and respectful again: "Sir, I will comply with your request. I will definitely deliver the sacrifice you want to you."

The words fell, seamlessly.

A terrifying murmur sounded: "Remember your promise, humble mortal."

Humphrey knelt on the bed devoutly and did not move for a long time.

…

Early the next morning.

Lothar felt something cold on his face. When he opened his eyes, he found Fringilla's slender and soft fingers touching his cheek.

"what are you doing?"

Lothar asked subconsciously.

Fringilla raised her hand and quickly stuffed a round thing into Lothar's mouth: "It's delicious. I want you to have a taste, but you are fast asleep."

Lothar chewed it subconsciously, and a sweet aroma came from her mouth.

The familiar taste made Lothar chew it in his mouth for a long time and was reluctant to swallow it.

"chocolate beans?"

"Where did it come from?"

Fringilla smiled and took out a red iron square box: "Hey, I found it in the pocket of the suit I wore when I first came to this world. It's a pity that I didn't store some useful magic props."

She opened the square box with great care and showed Lothar that there were only three chocolate beans left inside.

"There are only three left."

Lothar was a little moved.

What Fulin can carry close to her body must be her favorite thing. There are only four left, but she is willing to give one to herself.

Lothar raised a hand and gently stroked Fringilla's soft hair.

"When I become king in the future, I will study sailing ships to explore the New World. When the time comes, I will find cocoa beans and send my people to make chocolate specifically for you."

Fringilla curled her lips: "Sir, painting this kind of cake is worse than painting - when you become the king, let me go on a killing spree and suck the blood of an entire city."

Lothar flexed her fingers and flicked her head on her smooth forehead.

He became serious: "Fu Lin, this is impossible. I am also a human being. Even if I am no longer the same in the future, I will always remember this identity. I will never sit back and watch you turn into a monster that feeds on humans."

Fringilla was a little confused: "But I am originally a monster that feeds on humans."

"Then you can eat me."

Lothar stretched out her arms and came to her.

Fringilla sniffed and licked it. Seeing that Lothar still didn't withdraw her arm, her face fell: "Okay, I promise you, I will never suck human blood."

Lothar shook his head: "That's not necessary. I just don't want you to feed on human blood, but it doesn't mean that you are not allowed to suck human blood to save your life in an emergency."

"Your own safety is always the most important thing."

Prajna's cold voice suddenly sounded: "You guys are almost done talking."

The two subconsciously separated some distance.

Her tone was a little cold: "The city's guard officer, Humphrey, invited us to a banquet. Sir, do you plan to go?"

"You didn't invite us yesterday, and now you invite us to the banquet again?"

What does this Humphrey mean? Did he also receive a messenger sent by his stepfather, Count Leonard? So I want to put some pressure on myself.

Lothar was a little puzzled, but still said: "I can finally participate in the human relations between nobles. Speaking of which, I have never participated in a serious banquet."

"Pack up and get ready to go."

Lothar put on a brand new dress for himself. He had only worn this silk dress a few times since he bought it.

Come to the first floor of the hotel.

Lothar received the slaves sent by Humphrey.

He said with a look of shame: "My lord, this party is a bit hasty and Lord Humphrey was not well prepared, so I only invited you to go alone."

"one person?"

Lothar frowned: "Not only is this inconsistent with noble etiquette, but it is also a great humiliation to me. Are you sure?"

The servant quickly said: "My lord, of course you are not allowed to go alone, but there are many knights and sergeants under your command, and the castle cannot accommodate them."

"Ah."

Lothar sneered and said: "Your master thinks I am a run-down noble who likes to eat and drink with his men? Since your master has so many demands, I might as well forget it."

"No, no, my lord."

The servant said anxiously: "It's all because I can't speak. Sir, no matter how many people you bring, we will do our best to entertain them. I just hope that you will not care about the offense just now."

"That's it."

Lothar hummed softly: "Don't worry, I only bring two female relatives, so I won't make it difficult for you."

He waved his hand and motioned for the servant to lead the way.

Later, together with Prajna and Fringilla, he got on the carriage heading to the castle as a guest.

He was not worried about any traps that Humphrey would lay. Once the Crusaders led by Baldwin IV were about to arrive, it would be impossible for Humphrey to attack him unless he was crazy.

Secondly, with Prajna and Fringilla here, Lothar was very confident in her personal safety.

As the iron gate of the castle slowly rose.

The carriage drove in slowly.

Sir Humphrey came forward with a smile on his face: "Baron Lothar, I really neglected you yesterday because of my busy schedule. Please come in quickly. I have ordered the chef to prepare delicious food and wine, and I will wait for you to enjoy it." "

Lothar laughed in her heart, and wanted to ask the question, "How could you be so arrogant before and so respectful later?"

But he knew that this was too much of a slap in the face, and he had no irreconcilable conflict with Humphrey, so he said: "Sir, you are too polite. We are all crusaders holding high the sacred flag. We are just neglecting it because of official duties. It’s nothing.”

The two of them talked and laughed and walked into the castle.

Fringilla curled her lips, wondering how these two people could say so many hypocritical words.

The servant suddenly spoke and stopped the two of them: "You two ladies, please come here to dine. We have sent special maids and dishes for you two to enjoy."

Lothar was a little confused and asked: "This is it?"

Humphrey showed a wicked smile that "all men understand": "Sir, there are many things in the banquet that are not suitable for women to watch. That is too rude."

Prajna shook his head and said: "No, it's my duty to stay with you."

Humphrey looked at Lothar hesitantly: "This"

Lothar said in a deep voice: "Indeed, Lord Humphrey, Prajna is my closest friend and partner. There is nothing about me that she cannot know."

Humphrey suddenly looked embarrassed: "But this is really rude. If others know that I actually invited a distinguished lady to watch such a thing, the honor of the family will be brought to shame."