Mystery: Outlander Gods of Bloodborne

Chapter 90 Lilith's Will
The heavy stone door of the Harvest Church slowly opened with a creak, revealing the sunlight that Emlyn White hadn't seen for a long time and the sky beyond.

But that doesn't mean freedom.

The white steps leading out were blocked by two dark figures.Bishop Utravsky almost occupied the space at the door, and half a step away was the hateful young man who kept threatening him with puppets.

There is absolutely no chance of escape.

Emlyn rubbed his hair casually, and looked at the strange 'Night Believers' with indignation in his crimson eyes: "What do you want me to see?"

"Let me remind you that most of the 'antiques' left behind by us blood races in the world are poor imitations made by liars."

"If your Church of Evernight can't tell the difference..."

Yager walked sideways over Bishop Utravsky who was blocking the light in front of him, walked to Emlyn, and neatly took out the golden pocket watch he had confiscated when he appeared in this world.

Under the sun, the cover of the pocket watch is full of brilliance, and even the feather patterns carved on it are vivid.

"it is this."

Emlyn's next words froze.

"... Ah, this seems to be true." The blood clan rubbed his hands together in embarrassment.

The soft sheen of the case speaks volumes for its value.

He took the pocket watch awkwardly, approached the carved pattern with some feminine and naive red eyes, and blinked.

After carefully looking at it for more than ten seconds, Emlyn said hesitantly: "It is indeed from the Fourth Epoch. Judging from the sculpture, the content should be praising the grace of the moon... The style seems to belong to the royal painter of Her Majesty at that time, Feidi Your Excellency the Duke of Nan."

"The elders of our blood clan also collected a lot of his works." He explained with pride.

Because most people usually stay at home, and it is not his turn to educate newborns of the blood race, Emlyn has been studying history for so many years, but no one talks about it. Until today, there is no room for science popularization.

So he unknowingly leaked tons of information.

"Our blood race also has many powerful Extraordinary!" Emlyn puffed up his chest, and angrily accused Bishop Utravsky next to him, "So just wait, someone will come to rescue me!"

The priest who had been standing on the steps once again wore a compassionate expression, and drew a holy emblem of harvest on his chest.

"I'm waiting."

His unworried expression aroused Emlyn's anger again, and the two quarreled again on "why should law-abiding blood clans be locked up?"

To be honest, Mr. White is indeed a pillar of Backlund's society compared to some nominal followers of the night.

And the real outlaw Yager silently raised his brows aside.

He is not optimistic about the reinforcements Emlyn mentioned...

After all, Bishop Utravsky seems to be from Medici's path, and he is mainly engaged in war authority.

Probably one of the most hand-to-hand Beyonders in Sequence Five.

But the "elders" of the blood clan are very interesting.

According to the information given by the Evernight Goddess, it is not particularly rare for the blood race to survive for several epochs.Perhaps, one of the elders that Emlyn knew was one of them.

He thought in his heart, the half-closed eyelids covered the maliciousness in the dark eyes.

Speaking of which, since the "Apostle of the Moon" should be himself, can he use the blood clan's potion to verify that he belongs to the sequence?

"I see." On the surface, Yager continued to nod, and took back his pocket watch, "Are any of your elders experienced the Fourth Epoch? Can you help me find out the flow of the works of Duke Ferdinand?" ?”

Medici didn't know the origin of this pocket watch, but he had seen it, and it was said that it was dropped by a stupid thief.

From this point of view, it should have been stolen from a vampire's collection.

"Also, I want to buy the potion formula of 'Apothecary' from you, would you like to sell it?"

"I will pay gold pounds for both entrustments, and I will pay them at the market price."

The black-haired young man went against his original style of being quite struggling, and felt the convenience brought by money.

In Backlund, the gold pound is omnipotent.

Sure enough, Emlyn, who had fixed his eyebrows on the other side and wanted to refuse without mercy, suddenly turned his words at the corner of his mouth when he heard this.

The beautiful doll costumes in a window in the city center came to mind...

Emlyn's eyes lit up.

"I can give you the formula." However, Bishop Utravsky interrupted at the rear. He also sold the formula to Klein once.

This proposal was immediately rejected by the vampire.

"No! You are not short of money! My house is empty because of you, and I need someone to take care of it!"

Emlyn raised his voice and condemned.

"I'll sell it all to you for five hundred pounds!"

……

In the middle of the night, after selling the potion formula to the informant who held the certificate of the Nighthawks, Bishop Utravsky seemed to have received some news, or he might have finally decided that his blood clan was no threat to society and decided to release him.

Emlyn was overjoyed, and returned to his lovely little home with the gold pound that the informant brought when he came again in the evening.

But he was immediately called away again.

"My grandfather would like to see you," he remembered Audra, who was throwing banquets next door, saying that.

Standing on the second floor of the banquet hall, Emlyn looked dissatisfiedly at the fellow dancers below, pouted, completely unable to understand their obsession with staying up late and love.

What does this mean?
He took a sip of the scarlet liquid in the goblet on his own.

Don't get me wrong, although Backlund has quite a few blood clans, and they can even form a banquet like tonight, they all quite abide by the law.Today's food is obtained through bloodletting 'therapy' by the Audra family who run the hospital.

Just when Emlyn was thinking about the host of the banquet on the alarm clock, Audra just walked over: "White, my grandfather is awake."

Emlyn put down the goblet slightly awkwardly, and straightened his collar: "Okay."

Audra's grandfather, Nibais Audra, was one of the blood races that Yager wanted to know who had lived in the Fourth Epoch.

The long years have made this lord Nibais rotten and unable to move, so he has to lie in the black iron coffin in the middle of the gorgeous room to spend his last days.

The heavy coffin made of black iron is engraved with various symbols and magic signs representing the moon.

"Emlyn White, do you know why I summoned you?" In the dark basement of the mansion, an old voice pierced through the partition of the coffin.

"You want to maintain the glory of the blood race and punish that Harvest Bishop for me." Emlyn replied without hesitation.

"."

The room suddenly became silent.

Obviously, the blood race in the coffin didn't have this kind of thinking, and some stunned youths were too straight.

Even the elders didn't expect this.

However, after the old voice choked for a moment, he immediately skipped the topic with a smile based on his hundreds of years of experience: "This is one of the purposes, but it is not for me to help you."

"I just got the revelation from the ancestor."

"He said that the end is near. You, Emlyn White, are the key."

"Pray to the 'Fool', that is, the Fool whose name has been passed down recently, this will bring opportunities for the revival of our blood race! It can also achieve your goals for yourself."

"But be vigilant! The will of the ancestor: It is forbidden to disclose information related to the Apostle of the Moon to anyone! Including this 'fool'."

Emlyn's expression at the door changed from skeptical to stunned, and he whispered almost dumbfounded:

"what?"

"Yes, but... I already said it today."

(End of this chapter)