Tome of Blood

  Chapter 34-34-Give me... Kneel down!

   "Demon of Castel! Die!"

  The servant with a hideous face held up a gleaming dagger and stabbed Charlotte in the chest.

   This scene happened so unexpectedly that everyone was stunned.

   "Master, be careful!"

   Quasimodo was the quickest to react, his face changed drastically, and he threw himself on it recklessly.

   However, he was too far away from Charlotte.

  The servant's eyes were red, the veins on his forehead were bulging, and his pupils were full of hatred.

  He rushed forward and rushed in front of Charlotte in an instant.

  He could clearly see the tiny pores under the girl's delicate skin, and the tiny fluff on the girl's pink, fair and beautiful face.

  He could smell the faint, lavender-like fragrance emanating from the girl, and feel the warm breath that was close to his eyes as the girl exhaled and inhaled.

  He almost saw his dagger penetrate the girl's chest.

  He seemed to see blood splatter, and saw the girl collapse in panic and despair.

   He smiled.

   laughed wantonly.

  In that ferocious smile, there is the pleasure of revenge and the madness of losing his mind.

   But in the next second, his smile froze.

  The dagger in his hand was less than three centimeters away from Charlotte's chest.

  However, these three centimeters have become a natural moat.

  A long and slender arm was raised slightly, stopping the dagger in his hand.

  The arm is so slender, so small, and looks so fragile, it seems that it will be broken if you are not careful.

  But it was such a slender arm, such a smooth and delicate palm, but it kept the dagger in place forever.

   That's Charlotte's hand.

   She even held up two fingers.

  The servant's eyes widened instantly.

   It was clearly just **** holding the murder weapon, but he felt as if he had inserted into an indestructible rock, which could no longer be shaken by half.

   Can’t be plugged in, and can’t be pulled out.

  He moved his gaze away from the girl's gently rising and falling chest, and slowly raised his gaze, and what he saw was a peaceful and beautiful face, and a pair of deep blue eyes.

  No panic, no fear, no astonishment.

   Yes, there is only calmness and maturity that doesn't match that immature and cute appearance.

   "My dear Quasimodo, it seems that your body search is not qualified."

  Charlotte chuckled, and the bright and charming smile that bloomed like a flower at that moment seemed to never pay attention to the assassinated servant.

  She flicked her hand lightly, and the servant felt an irresistible force coming from her palm.

  The dagger that he was holding tightly tore the tiger's mouth and came out. It flew out like a sharp arrow off the string, pierced into the wooden door of the distant hall, and was nailed to it after shaking a few times.

  The servant was knocked to the ground by the aftermath of the huge force, and fell staggeringly. Only a terrified voice remained in his mind, constantly roaring:

   Extraordinary!

  She is extraordinary!

  She is a nobleman who has awakened the power of blood!

  His expression changed for a while, stunned, frightened, angry... and finally turned into desperate madness.

  I saw him raise his head, fixed his ferocious eyes on the standing girl, and after a hoarse roar, he tried to charge towards the girl again.

  Seeing the servant rushing up, Charlotte's beautiful blue eyes were filled with brilliance, and the majesty technique that switched to the intimidating posture was released instantly.

  Her eyes became cold and indifferent in an instant, and she blurted out a clear, ethereal, but extremely majestic rebuke:

   "Give me...kneel down!"

   There was a bang, and the servant who tried to attack again felt as if a shocking thunder sounded in his soul, and the figure of the girl in front of him seemed to rise infinitely in an instant, as if he had transformed into a high-ranking king and an immortal god.

  The majestic scolding kept echoing in his mind, as if carrying some kind of irresistible mighty force, instantly crushing his hard-won courage and his fragile heart like parchment...

  Unprecedented fear and awe instantly flooded the brain, and the servant's face turned pale in an instant, and he was in a trance as if he had suffered a huge mental shock.

  He staggered, his legs lost strength almost uncontrollably, he knelt down with a thud, and then lost his strength, but he never had the courage to stand up again...

   "Plop..."

   "Plop..."

   Not far away, Quasimodo, who was still a mortal, and other newcomers who hadn't had time to react also trembled, and almost subconsciously fell to their knees...

  Even the black cat Niss on the steps, under the reprimand that seemed to have surpassed the conventional prestige technique just now, felt guilty for a while, and crawled down unconsciously.

   Ah no!

  Master Cat, what am I kneeling for? !

It quickly reacted and got up quickly, but after seeing a large number of servants kneeling down in the hall and the only standing girl, it felt an indescribable pressure for no reason. tail back...

  Charlotte's eyes slowly swept across the audience, frowning slightly:

   "Why are you kneeling after me?"

   "Get up!"

  The dozen or so newcomers hesitated for a moment, and looked at Quasimodo in unison.

   Quasimodo stared straight at the girl who, although still immature in appearance, seemed to have the majesty and momentum of a real noble patriarch, with extremely burning eyes.

  His expression is happy for a while, sad for a while, gratified for a while, and guilty for a while...

  But soon, the old servant regained his composure and stood up tremblingly.

  The rest of the servants followed suit, stood up one after another, and subconsciously moved away from the assassin.

   "What are you still doing in a daze? Take down the assassin! If the great master is injured! Can you bear it?!"

  A hoarse and bluffing voice came over, and the black cat Nis jumped up and down, pointing at the assassin who was still trembling under the prestige technique, and said excitedly.

   There is quite a feeling of pretending to be a tiger in it.

   A talking cat? !

   Some newcomers who have never been in contact with extraordinary creatures are obviously frightened.

  Of course, no one listened to a cat's order, but subconsciously looked at Charlotte and Quasimodo.

   This made Niss, who was in a state of excitement, gradually feel a little inexplicable embarrassment, and almost started looking for the corner to dig the map.

  Charlotte glanced at it, suppressed the smile that almost rose, and then ordered Quasimodo:

   "Put him in the dungeon."

   Quasimodo bowed his head respectfully, calling for the rest of the rookies to rush forward, and pushed down the assassin who had completely lost his resistance.

  In noble manors, almost every household has a dungeon, and Castel Manor is no exception.

  It was the darkest and most terrifying place in a family.

  …

   After some busy work, it was already night.

   Quasimodo came to the study with a tired expression, and once again knelt down in front of Charlotte sitting behind the desk:

   "Master... Quasimodo is so incompetent that he didn't find the assassin hidden among the servants..."

   "I will clear them all and re-select..."

  Charlotte put down the parchment in her hand that recorded the assets statistics of the Castel family in Boulder City, gently rubbed her swollen temples, and then tapped on the table in front of her.

  The black cat sitting on the table immediately understood, quickly picked up the jug full of milk, raised its tail, and skillfully refilled the girl's empty goblet.

   "Get up, you are not too young, and your knees are not very good, stop kneeling all the time."

  She took a sip of milk, and said gently, with a pure and flawless smile on her beautiful face, she was completely different from the queen-like aura in the hall in the afternoon.

  Hearing the concern in the girl's words, the old servant's expression suddenly burst into infinite gratitude, and tears flashed from the corners of his eyes.

   "Obey, master."

  He saluted respectfully, his voice choked up, and then stood up tremblingly.

   "It's not necessary to clear everything, just ask Nice to check again later."

   Charlotte took a sip of milk and added.

   I have to say that the milk in this world is really delicious, extremely sweet, delicious and delicious.

  Charlotte doesn’t know if it’s because this body likes to drink milk itself, or because she likes the taste after time travel. Anyway, it’s not exciting if you don’t drink it for a day.

  Hearing the girl's words, the black cat's ears pricked up almost instantly.

  It cleared its throat, raised its head proudly, and looked confident.

   Quasimodo glanced at the black cat, bowed his head respectfully:

   "At your command."

   "Has his background been found out?"

   Charlotte asked again.

   Quasimodo was silent for a moment, then sighed:

   "Check it out."

   "Who sent it here? Bewitched by whom?"

   Charlotte raised her voice.

   This time, she looked a lot more serious, and a lot more serious.

   She was really curious.

   This is hijacking again, framing, and assassination... Who did she offend? Whose interests are affected?

  Although there is no serious problem every time, it is really disgusting to have flies around every three days, and maybe one day you will be caught accidentally.

  She wants to know who her enemy is, and she needs to know who is behind the hidden malice!

   Quasimodo hesitated for a moment, and didn't answer immediately.

  Charlotte is a little strange.

  She looked at the old servant, and quickly caught the flash of hesitation on his face.

   "Speak, there is nothing you can't say."

   Charlotte said.

   Quasimodo sighed and replied:

   "Back to the master, he... he is voluntary."

"voluntary?"

  Charlotte froze.

   She frowned:

"what happened?"

   Seeing the girl's puzzled expression, Quasimodo sighed:

   "Master, do you... still remember the Balrog disaster ten years ago?"

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  (end of this chapter)