The man pointed at Mr.
Qian and Taoist Master Shenyi and said to Sergey.
"Dear Sergey, you see, this is what I'm worried about" Sergey nodded and immediately scolded the two of them.
"The master has high hopes for you, you look like this" "Sir, we acknowledge our mistake."
Mr.
Qian and Master Shenyi admitted their mistake in unison.
"Isn't there an old saying in the Qing Dynasty that acknowledging mistakes can lead to great improvements?
Well, just forgive them."
The man waved his hand, indicating that Sergey should not be harsh anymore.
"Thank you, Master."
Sergey took Mr.
Qian and Master Shenyi and bowed again.
The whole hall soon fell into silence.
The man was sitting on the chair, but his energy was not as good as before.
Sergey immediately thought of the unfinished matter and immediately offered suggestions.
"Master, although you have been reborn, you are still very weak.
I have already made all preparations."
The man nodded, steeled himself, drank another glass of fresh human blood, and the complexion on his face finally improved.
"Well, I just have to do what you say."
Sergey then waved his hand, and Taoist Master Shenyi understood the idea and pointed at the door of the hall and muttered a few words.
The door opened on its own, and a group of expressionless Feldspar people slowly walked in.
The man on the chair had burgundy eyes sparkling, and a deep sigh came out of his mouth under his fangs.
"Let them come quickly" The Taoist Master of Divine Clothes did not dare to neglect, and simply stood beside the group of people to drive them away.
The young man at the front of the queue quickly came to the man.
"Master, you can enjoy this rare delicacy," Sergey invited respectfully.
The man on the chair let out another deep sigh, quickly opened his mouth, and couldn't wait to reach out and grab the prey that was brought up into his arms.
A pair of fangs bit deeply into the neck of the prey.
It didn't take much time, and the prey had been sucked into a corpse, standing there with its neck crooked without any pain.
The man on the chair let out a lion's roar, his silver hair suddenly sprouted black hair, and even his old face gradually became tender.
Mr.
Qian couldn't help but be secretly surprised.
He seemed to have seen this face before.
Thinking of this, Mr.
Qian quickly glanced at the oil painting on the wall of the hall, but there was no trace of the painting.
"Why don't you let them pass quickly?"
Sergey yelled, immediately interrupting Mr.
Qian's contemplation.
"Lord Master's face," the Taoist Master of Divine Clothes said excitedly as he gave the second prey to the man on the chair.
"Are you curious?"
Sergey asked with a sneer.
"Your Majesty, I am indeed a little curious," the Taoist Master of Divine Clothes replied with a smile.
"It is your honor to see the master's majesty with your own eyes."
Sergey smiled proudly.
The Taoist Master of Divine Clothes stopped asking any more questions and sent prey to the man on the chair one after another.
After a while, more than a dozen mummies were placed in front of him.
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The man's face was rejuvenated, he was twenty or thirty years younger.
At this time, Mr.
Qian was stunned.
It turned out that he was the protagonist in the disappearing oil painting.
"Lord, master, he" Mr.
Qian couldn't help but be curious, and finally spoke.
Sergey nodded, smiled and explained.
"Dear Qian, I know what you are going to say.
You are the one who has seen that painting.
Our master is Lord Hawke in the painting."
"No wonder it looks so similar," Mr.
Qian couldn't help but sigh.
"Dear Sergey, you also made a mistake that everyone makes."
Hawke, who was sitting upright in the chair, suddenly interrupted.
"My master, did I say something wrong?"
Sergey asked with concern.
"You, like those who slandered me, got my title wrong."
Hawke's words really made Sergey a little embarrassed.
"My master's loyalty to you can be seen from the sun and the moon."
The Taoist Master on the side quickly smoothed things over for Sergey.
But Hawke didn't seem to buy it at all, and still put on a domineering attitude.
"I believe my dear Sergey you don't need to say anything here" When Mr.
Qian saw this, he cursed in his heart: What the hell are you?
You wanted to please others, but now you are flattering others.
The Taoist Master Shenyi didn't feel embarrassed, and just smiled.
"Master" Sergey was a little at a loss.
"From now on, please call me Earl Hawke."
Hawke finally revealed his correct title.
"Your loyal servant, Count, expresses my deep apologies to you."
Sergei immediately bowed and apologized.
Earl Hawk nodded after hearing this and sneered again.
"Dear Sergei, this piece of paradise is not enough, we have to rebuild the devil's castle" "Devil's Castle" Sergei had only heard people talk about it.
After all, it was just a legend.
Master Qian and Taoist Master Shenyi looked at each other, and they didn't understand this Western thing.
"Dear Sergei, you don't just think that is just a legend, do you?"
Earl Hawke asked with a sneer.
"Count, does that demonic castle really exist?"
Sergey looked surprised.
"Yes, you don't have to doubt the existence of the Devil's Castle," Hawke said coldly.
"Has the Devil's Castle been destroyed?"
Sergey asked following what Hawke just said.
Hawke nodded immediately and sighed with regret.
"Dear Sergey, you are very smart.
The last time you rebuilt the Devil's Castle was destroyed by that damn Father St.
Agen, so we have to rebuild it.
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With it, we can become the king of infinite space."
"The count has such ambitions, and your loyal servant must follow him closely."
Sergey bowed again.
"Well, as long as the Devil's Castle is rebuilt, we can roam between heaven and hell and taste our delicacies unscrupulously."
When Hawke said this, he stood up even more excitedly, his bright burgundy eyes sparkling, thank you for listening.
Ergai and the Taoist Master Shenyi were overwhelmed with excitement, but Master Qian secretly cursed in his heart: What the hell is that devil's castle?
It's a good place, but Qian still thinks our Changshi City is good.
The shrill wind blew everywhere, and Lin Feng Temple was desolate, especially the frozen Lin Feng Pagoda, which looked like a majestic tombstone under the dark sky.
Just under the thick ice of the tower, three familiar figures were hugging each other tightly, with a dying Dingdian light in the center.
It was so cold that one of the figures couldn't help but shiver, and the wind actually blew up.
The weak light swayed back and forth a few times, and the three figures were so frightened that they hugged each other again.
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