The Original Vampire

Bailu Castle is located in Bailu City.

This may seem like nonsense, but there is actually a bloody history behind it.

The original capital of the eastern border was Ningxiang City, which was famous for producing various precious spices.

Over time, even the whole city has been nurtured with fragrance, which is not the smell of pure spices, but the long-lasting fragrance precipitated by hundreds of years of history.

The bards used to describe it this way—

Even if Ningxiang City disappears from the world, you can still smell its fragrance from the map.

However, no one could have imagined that this flattering word would come true.

Ningxiang City, the capital of spices, was finally wiped out of the world in the Forbidden Spell - [Falling Stars] jointly launched by ten sixth-order mages.

All that remains is a huge pit that has now become a lake, and a faint fragrance faintly audible on the map.

Fortunately, Bailu Castle, the castle of the Saint Pros family, the master of the Eastern Realm, was built outside the city of Ningxiang, so that they were able to escape the catastrophe.

However, some people believe that the reason why the mages set Ningxiang City as their target of destruction was because Bailu Fort was not in the city.

The mages hope to show their strength to the imperial aristocracy through this move and make them jealous, not to destroy a Paladin family, completely intensify the contradiction, and make both sides die endlessly.

In short, since then, the St. Pros family and the Mage Council have finally reached an agreement of non-interference and non-aggression.

Ningxiang City was destroyed, but life had to go on.

Through this incident, the people of the Eastern Realm finally realized one thing - it is still safe to follow the nobles!

So, when the capital was rebuilt in the east, this new city resolutely surrounded Bailu Fort and even changed its name to Bailu City.

In fact, the people of the East Territory really have no achievements in the military. A city of mages makes them helpless. If it is not for the elves that border the East Territory who also hate war, I am afraid that this area may not belong to the glorious empire.

Although they were crushed militarily, the people of the East Region were very accomplished in art. Even the elves who had not completely retreated into the depths of Huiyue Forest believed that the people of the East Region were the "most noble and elegant" among human beings. A vein".

Bailu Fort is located in the center of Bailu City.

It is also the most proud architectural masterpiece of Dongjing people.

The dome inlaid with the whole piece of white marble is pure white and flawless, and even in the night without moonlight, it will emit a cold and dim light, as if the palace of the gods has descended on the world.

In the center of the square in front of the castle, a huge white horse sculpture is spreading its wings, as if it will rise into the air in the next second.

This is the emblem of the St. Pros family - pure white horse.

As night fell, a bonfire was lit in the square. Hundreds of knights from the east, wearing pure white armor, surrounded the sculpture. They all looked solemn, with swords in their hands and bowed their heads in prayer.

Below the sculpture, a woman in a white priest's robe is leading the prayers of the knights.

Her voice was dreamlike, yet solemn.

"...The glory of the Lord is everywhere, and it will lead the heroic spirits of the dead to return to his temple..."

"...Rest in peace, fearless warriors!"

The female pastor looked in her forties, but her charm was still there, and the holy brilliance shrouded her body added a peculiar charm to her.

As her prayers ended, a middle-aged man in a ducal dress strode into the square.

He is the owner of the Eastern Territory - the Duke of St. Pros.

I saw the Duke of the Eastern Region approaching the priestess, clasping his chest with his left hand, bowed and saluted, and said:

"May the grace of the Lord of Light endure forever, and may the souls of fallen warriors rest in peace!"

His voice was soft, with a hint of hoarseness, very infectious.

After the Duke of the East Territory finished speaking, he raised his head, and his face instantly became extremely hard.

I saw him choking out the sword from his waist, raising it above his head, pointing diagonally to the sky, and said loudly:

"But their will will be inherited, and their hatred will be remembered by us!"

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In the sound of a series of swords being drawn, the knights gathered in the square followed the appearance of the Duke of St. Pros, raised their swords to the sky, and shouted in unison:

"Inherit the will, remember hatred!"

...

After the ceremony of enshrining the heroic spirits, the knights dispersed one after another.

Earl Evan walked over slowly, saluted the Duke of St. Pros and the priestess who were left in the square, and greeted, "Father, mother."

It turned out that the priestess turned out to be the Duchess.

The Duke of St. Pros looked at his second son and said in a cold tone, "What? You are here to intercede for that Viscount Oston?"

Earl Evan rolled his eyes and said with a smile, "I'm actually here to intercede for my brother."

"What do you mean? Your brother is still a prisoner of the Angele family. What's the use of interfering with me?"

Earl Evan did not answer this question directly, but instead said:

"Father, Viscount Auston has been kneeling for three days and three nights in White Dew Castle, and no water has come in. If it goes on like this, even with his fourth-order knight's body, I'm afraid he won't be able to hold it."

"Humph! You sympathize with him? Who will sympathize with the 200,000 soldiers of the Pegasus Legion?"

"No, father, I have no sympathy for Viscount Auston. It's just that if Viscount Auston, as his deputy, knelt down and died in Whiteloo Castle, then what punishment should Marquis Vincent, as head coach, receive?"

The Duke of St. Pros raised his brows and hummed, "You really came to plead for your brother."

Earl Evan smiled and persuaded: "Yes, father. If you are unwilling to forgive Viscount Oston now, how can you forgive your brother after redeeming him in the future?"

The Duke of St. Pros said angrily, "Why do you think I will forgive that wasteful Vincent?"

"Oh? Aren't you going to forgive your brother? That's great!" Earl Evan clapped his hands, but shouted even more excitedly, "Then when will I be able to inherit my brother's position as a marquis?"

"You want to be beautiful!" The Duke of St. Pros glared and said angrily.

But Earl Evan was not frightened at all, but asked in shock:

"No way, father, if you don't pass the title of Marquis to me, who are you going to pass it on? It won't be Anna, right? With her stupid appearance, you are really ready to hand over the East Territory to her. inside?"

The Duke of Saint-Pros was panting heavily, his right hand tightly gripping the hilt of the sword, as if he was about to slash this worry-free son with his sword in the next second.

"Okay, stop arguing." The Duchess stood up at the right time to round up the scene. "Evan, you are not allowed to speak to your father in this tone in the future, and you are not allowed to slander your brother and your sister at will."

"Yes, mother." Earl Evan shrank his head, it seemed that the mother, who had a kind face and was not impatient or impatient, made him even more in awe.

Then, the duchess turned to look at her husband again: "You too, are you ready to draw a sword for your child? And that Viscount Auston, don't let him die at Fort Bailu, it will damage your reputation. ."

"I know." The Duke of St. Pros sighed and strode into the castle.

But after walking a few steps, seeing that Earl Evan did not follow, he turned back and ordered:

"Come here soon, I have something to ask you."

"Yes, Father!"