Tome of Blood

  Chapter 91-90-Induction of Gods

  Outer City, Rose Manor.

  A heavy rain washed away yesterday's **** battle. If it weren't for the trampled rose bushes in the garden and the traces of magic burning left on the building, no one would have thought that there had been a fierce battle here last night.

  In the treatment room of the manor, the werewolf Luf looked at the demi-human maid lying on the bed, and said solemnly:

   "Misha, don't worry, I have already issued a reward in the black market, and I will find a second-level therapist to heal your throat."

   "Recently, you should take a good rest, I am here at the manor."

   "What happened to Misha?"

  A gentle and familiar voice came from behind.

  Luf's heart skipped a beat, he subconsciously turned around, and was instantly pleasantly surprised:

   "President! You're back?!"

   "Hush..."

   Sebastian in a black tuxedo gracefully put his index finger on his lips:

   "I'm still in some trouble, so don't tell anyone else."

  Luf immediately understood and nodded:

"OK."

   After speaking, Sebastian looked at his demi-human maid again:

"injured?"

   "Misha's personality is too strong, she bit off her tongue last night in order to keep the secret of the Rose Society."

  The werewolf Luf said in a deep voice.

   Sebas frowned, cursing coldly:

   "These **** who are calculating the Rose Society behind their backs, I will make them pay sooner or later!"

   After finishing speaking, he looked at the werewolf Luf again:

   "I've heard about what happened last night. It was the master who saved us, but... I don't know the details, and the master didn't tell me. Please tell me."

   "President, it's like this..."

  The werewolf Luf honestly told the other party everything that happened last night.

  After listening to his narration, Sebas's heart skipped a beat:

   "You mean...you all passed the test of the Holy Light?"

   "It's like this, there are only a small number of people who didn't pass...and, among those who didn't pass, many of them were people who I planned to remove from the meeting."

   Luf said.

   After finishing speaking, he couldn't help asking:

   "President, what do you say... How did Lord Charlotte do it? I don't think we can really pass the test... After all, we are not believers in the holy royal court..."

  Sebas did not answer, but gave Luf a meaningful look:

   "Luf, do you know why, on the first day I declared my allegiance to Castel, I was going to take the maids of your blood wolf tribe to the manor to meet the master?"

  The werewolf Luf touched the back of his head and shook his head in confusion:

"do not know."

   "Hey, you will know one day. I think... being saved by the master may be the reward for your persistence over the years."

   Seems to have thought of something, Sebastian smiled slightly.

  The werewolf Luf tilted his head, not quite understanding what his president meant.

  But Sebastian did not continue to explain.

  Although he didn't know how Lady Dark Night did it, as Lady Dark Night, he wasn't surprised by anything the other party did.

   Not to mention, the beliefs of these werewolves...

   Seemingly thinking of something, Sebastian suddenly asked:

   "Lu Fu, after so many years, are you sure that your blood wolf tribe has never changed its beliefs, and you still believe in the true ancestor of blood?"

  Sebas didn't notice that when he uttered the words "True Ancestor of Blood", the magic lights in the treatment room flickered slightly, and the half-opened windows shook slightly, as if a breeze was blowing by.

   At the same time, someone far away in Castel Manor also heard his call.

  The werewolf Luf was taken aback for a moment, then nodded solemnly:

   "Yes, in our legend, the blood totem endows us with wisdom, and our werewolf belief will always be the great true ancestor."

   "Then, for so many years, you have never received a response, so many people in the tribe think that the true ancestor of blood has long since fallen?"

  Sebas asked again.

   "It's like this. Since the millennium **** battle, we have lost contact with the gods. Up to now, perhaps the only ones who still insist on our faith are the last werewolves who have followed the blood of the king."

  The werewolf Luf sighed softly, looking lonely.

  Sebas was thoughtful.

  He touched his chin and suddenly said:

   "Lu Fu, tell me... Is there a situation where the great true ancestor of blood has not fallen."

   "It's just that the way you pray on weekdays is wrong?"

  After hearing Sebastian's words, Lu Fu was stunned.

   "The way is wrong? But... Mr. Chairman, the prayer ceremony of our blood wolf tribe has been passed down for thousands of years, and there is no possibility of problems..."

"In case, thousands of years are so long, even for us elves, it is a time to look up to. Any inheritance may be lost, let alone wandering for so many years, experiencing one war after another. Fuck you, you don't even have holy emblems when you pray."

  Sebas shook his head.

  Luf frowned, a little puzzled:

"what do you mean…"

   "I mean, the next time you pray, you might as well change the way, maybe it will work wonders."

   Sebastian is meaningful and authentic.

   As he spoke, he took out a piece of parchment from his pocket and handed it to Luf:

   "Try this symbol next time you pray."

  Luf subconsciously opened the parchment, only to see a sign of thorns and roses painted on it.

   "Thorn... Rose? President, isn't this the evil **** information you bought from Your Excellency Nice earlier? What do you mean... we want to seek refuge with the evil god?"

  The werewolf's eyes widened.

   "Cough cough cough... evil god? What evil god? Be respectful!"

   Sebas stared.

   After finishing speaking, he paused and added meaningfully:

   "I mean, when you pray, add this symbol."

   plus this symbol?

  The symbols of the gods, can they be added randomly?

  The werewolf Luf looked a little dazed.

   "Okay, don't worry about it so much, listen to me, you can add it when you pray next time, and I won't harm you."

  Looking at the werewolf with a demented expression on his face, Sebastian wanted to touch his forehead.

  The men with wolf ears are tall and powerful, and the women have graceful figures, enchanting eyes, and almost all of them are born extraordinary, but unfortunately they lack a little IQ.

  He hinted so clearly, it can't be said that this thorny rose points to the great true ancestor of blood, right?

  Sebas has always known that the werewolves he sheltered believe in the blood totem.

  After guessing the identity of Lady Dark Night, he brought almost all the demi-human maids with him on the first day of his visit to the manor, just to show his favor in this way.

   Unfortunately, Ms. Dark Night didn't respond, and he didn't know what the other party was thinking. It seemed that the other party didn't want to recognize her followers.

   This made him never bring up this matter again, for fear of causing dissatisfaction with the gods.

   But now knowing that the Lady of the Night sheltered the werewolves last night, Sebastian knew that at least the Lady of the Night didn't hate these werewolves.

  Thinking about it now, maybe the werewolves prayed in the wrong way, which caused Ms. Dark Night's dissatisfaction and didn't respond to them.

  It is inconvenient for him to guess the thoughts of the gods, but as a follower of the gods, he feels that he still needs to be a bridge between the two parties.

   After all, belief is also a part of the recovery of the gods.

  If you tell the truth directly, it will lose some meaning, and it may also make Lady Dark Ye dislike him.

  So, Sebastian decided to simply click on these werewolves and let them get the attention of Lady Dark Night.

   "Okay, you can just write this down. I have one more thing to ask you to do."

   "Do you know the third son of the Gaston family, Jordan? Find a way to tie him up to me, and don't leave a clue... It's best to pretend to be Gaston's enemy."

   Sebastian changed the subject.

  After hearing his words, the werewolf Luf also looked serious:

   "Jordan, Gaston's third son?"

   "President, is it the Drunken Dream Salon that you asked me to investigate before? Just in time... I also have news to report to you."

  (end of this chapter)