Chapter 258: The Duke of the Night (Modified)

Alan just took two steps, then turned back, he summoned a silver sword and magic silver shield from the storage space of the system, in Daisy's surprised eyes, Alan handed these two things gave her.

"This magic silver shield can effectively resist evil spells, and this silver sword is also very sharp. You should have learned in Defense Against the Dark Arts class that vampires and werewolves are afraid of silver weapons when you were still at Hogwarts. You Just protect yourself at the door, don't come over," Allen warned.

"Where did you get these things?" Daisy was surprised in her heart, and blurted out her doubts—she didn't see her younger brother using any space items with the Untraceable Stretching Curse.

"I got it when I went to the United States." Allen didn't want to say more, he was anxious to explore the coffin.

Daisy doesn't pursue too much anymore, and now is not the time to ask these things, Alan will tell herself what she wants to say.

She picked up the magic silver shield and looked at it carefully. She liked the shape of the silver shield. The layers of roses were lifelike and looked very delicate and beautiful.

Allen briefly told Daisy how to control the magic silver shield.

Daisy used magic power to control the two flowers on the magic silver shield to approach, and with a "pop", the two roses merged into one, stood upright, and wrapped Daisy's hand.

Then the whole box turned into a silver-white shield with roses wrapped around it.

If it weren't for the wrong environment at this time, Daisy would have jumped up—this shield is really amazing, and its shape is exquisite and grand, which is especially in line with Daisy's wishes.

But then her attention was diverted by Allen again.

Holding a wand in his hand, Allen walked forward cautiously. Seeing that he was about to reach the coffin, a sudden change occurred.

A carpet, the carpet near the coffin, wrapped Alan so tightly that Alan couldn't see anything clearly.

This carpet looks very flexible and elastic. After wrapping Allen, it gradually tightens and tightens, just like a python trying to strangle its prey.

Daisy couldn't help but exclaimed, holding the silver sword, she wanted to come forward to help Alan.

As soon as he took two steps, he saw that the blanket and quilt wrapping Allen were torn apart, the lights were scattered, and the debris was scattered everywhere.

Allen broke free from the package of the remaining blanket unharmed, and he gestured to prevent Daisy from moving forward.

Daisy stopped obediently.

It's really cunning enough to use a huge coffin to attract the attention of intruders, and the carpet on the ground is the means of attacking intruders.

Allen clenched the wand in his hand and raised his vigilance. He walked smoothly to the coffin and touched the lid of the coffin with one hand. The planed wood felt slippery and cool.

"Yingadim Leviosa!" Allen wanted to use the floating spell to remove the coffin lid—but the coffin lid remained motionless.

"Sure enough, it's not that easy. It's protected by magic... It seems that it can only be—" Allen put the wand on his body to ensure that he could extract it at any time, then grabbed the coffin lid with both hands, trying to lift it off.

"Oh! It's really heavy." For a moment, Alan didn't push, he stood up, a chill passed through his back, Alan turned around suspiciously, Daisy stood at the door, watching worriedly Looking at him—there is nothing unusual behind him.

Allen shook his head, trying to get rid of the feeling, then he put his hands on the coffin lid again, leaned forward, and began to push hard.

At first, the heavy wooden cover remained motionless.

Then Allen heard a creak and the lid moved.

With more force, it was opened some gaps by Allen's hands.

Allen saw that the coffin lid was no longer perfectly closed as before, and he no longer planned to continue using his hands. Instead, he took a few steps back and drew out his wand to be on guard.

Seeing that there was no reaction in the coffin, Allen simply sprinted up and kicked the lid open a big gap, and then quickly jumped back to open the position.

He squinted his eyes and looked towards the open coffin. Suddenly, Allen gasped.

Inside the coffin lay a man, an old man whose face was beyond recognition as if he had been burned by a fire.

The man was obviously very old, and his head was completely bald. His skin was tightly stretched on his skull, and there were many spots of black scars on it. His eyes were tightly closed, and his lips were as pale as the skin, and they were also tightly closed. The old man wore a dark purple robe of rich workmanship trimmed with gold and silver lace, and a purple silk cloak was held down under him.

Under the fluorescent light of Allen's wand, he had a hideous face.

Despite this, Allen still stared cautiously at the pale and old face, at the old man lying quietly and motionless in the purple coffin—Alan shot a positive energy ray directly at the other party, but the coffin But a shield made by the Iron Armor Curse erupted and Alan's curse was bounced away.

Under Alan's gaze, the old man opened his eyes, blinked a few times, and then sat up.

The old man moaned softly, narrowed his eyes, and then rubbed them with his hands, as if to get rid of the drowsiness in his eyes, and to see Alan clearly. Then he stood up abruptly, muttering something as he put one leg over the coffin and then the other.

The old man came to the ground outside the coffin and landed quietly. His body looked very light, as if he had no weight at all. Suddenly, he raised his arms and grabbed the purple cloak behind him. The cloak spread out behind him, like a pair of wings - he swished and climbed to the wall opposite Allen at an extremely fast speed, then the old man turned around, his body seemed to be tightly glued to the wall Same, he blinked, then squinted at Allen.

"It's you!" said the old man, glaring at Ellen with his strange silver eyes.

"Then you are the Duke of the Night..." Allen pointed his wand at him and replied calmly.

"It seems that your investigation is very clear..." He showed a ferocious smile, "I am the Duke of the Night."

Daisy finally saw his face clearly, and couldn't help screaming in fright.

He glanced at Daisy and licked his pale lips: "I'm so thirsty..."

"So, you want to drink our blood?" Allen asked.

The Duke of Night nodded, and then he opened his eyes wide, looked at Daisy, and then at Alan, "Two little wizards, one of them is exactly what I need most, the kind with full of magic power..." As if sure What, he nodded and hissed. "Yes, I need your blood. I'm so thirsty, I'm dying of thirst..."

"Too thirsty..." He stared at Allen with his silver eyes while licking his parched lips.

Allen felt a spiritual force interfering with his consciousness. The Night Duke was actually hypnotizing him, trying to keep him in place.

Allen decided to follow suit, and he quietly gestured to Daisy behind his back, telling her not to act rashly, and then made a confused look.

The Night Duke opened his arms and rushed straight at Alan from the wall. He narrowed his weird scary eyes and stared at Alan's throat.