Chapter 288: Banquet (I)

Xia Shou glanced at the blood slaves lying quietly in the corridor, and then looked at the iron mask standing in front of him.

This man could bring more than a dozen blood slaves to the door, and it was in the evening when the day and night alternated, when the sun had just set. It was obvious that he wanted to show his strength in this city. After all, raising more than a dozen blood slaves is not a joke. These irrational beasts have no humanity at all, only animality, just like raising dogs. Either they are subdued by absolute violence, or they are fed.

And those who can meet this requirement and raise a large group of blood slaves as dogs must be extremely powerful, with means of control and a stable channel to obtain a large amount of blood. The other party claimed to be a royal animal trainer and should not be lying.

But the question is why did he invite him to the banquet?

The other party's purpose was unknown, but Xia Shou had no choice. The person who invited people to the banquet was a trainer with more than a dozen blood slaves. This was undoubtedly a threat. The royal family could not fail to investigate them. They even realized that they had just arrived in the city and disguised themselves as local residents.

But the other party should not be just hostile, otherwise they would not invite him to attend any palace dinner.

"Since it is your majesty's invitation, I will certainly accept the appointment." Xia Shou tried his best to imitate the style of ancient people's speech in his impression, because now he was playing the role of the Jinyiwei Zhenfu Envoy of the Ming Dynasty.

Although it may not be real enough, it is enough to play to this extent. After all, he has never really come into contact with the Jinyiwei.

"Then please." Iron Mask stepped aside to make way.

Xia Shou passed by the corridor full of blood slaves, and Su Weiyu followed closely behind him. The blood slaves along the way made fearful gurgles from their throats, shivered and huddled together, wishing to shrink their heads into their necks.

Iron Mask watched this scene in surprise, and the expression behind the mask became more complicated.

Xia Shou went downstairs, and the street was full of onlookers. They looked at this side with fear and curiosity. When the dozen blood slaves walked out of the apartment building one after another, the onlookers retreated more than ten meters to make more space for Xia Shou and Iron Mask.

"Please get in the car." Iron Mask stood sideways in front of a carriage with the royal family emblem printed on it and opened the door for Xia Shou.

Xia Shou stepped on the pedal to get into the carriage. Su Weiyu adjusted the direction of Tongziqie and sent Tongziqie vertically into the car. Then she jumped into the car and closed the door casually.

Iron Mask sat in the front and drove the horses forward like a coachman. The dozen well-trained blood slaves were on both sides, as if escorting the carriage. Like a mighty parade, they drove towards the magnificent palace in the twilight of dusk.

Su Weiyu sat in the bumpy carriage, peeking out from the window on the door, and asked in confusion: "Why did the royal family look for us?"

"I don't know, but I have a feeling it will be troublesome." Xia Shou sighed and recalled the secret true history he had learned before departure.

The ruler of the Blood Dynasty in the 16th century was Grand Duke Rosa, and the original secular ruler, the British royal family, retreated to the second line. In name, they still retained the royal title, but in fact, they became one of the eight major families of the blood clan. King Charles I died of madness at the end of the Blood Dynasty.

In secular official history, Charles I was the only king in the history of the British Empire to be publicly executed, and the first in Europe. In the secret true history, Charles I was publicly executed as if to promote a certain ceremony, and the leader was the Red Thorn Family.

The history after that was not clearly recorded in the documents, but Xia Shou knew it because he heard Rosa say it himself at the top of the Tower of Terror.

It was this legendary figure who created the Blood Dynasty, and he was also the culprit who destroyed the Blood Dynasty.

After understanding Yara's true intentions and thoughts, Rosa suppressed all the vampires personally in order to make up for the serious sins he had committed. He hid in the time gap of the Tower of Terror and waited for three thousand years. He never drank a mouthful of blood again until he met Xia Shou and then dived into the deeper Root Sea again.

Thinking about it this way, history is really dramatic. It was one person who opened up the era. Everyone pursued their own desires in this unstoppable trend. Whether they were vampires or mortals, they were shaping their lives and great deeds in accordance with the wheel of history. However, in the end, it was still that one person who dominated their fate, and all personal efforts were in vain.

Not long after, the jolt of the carriage gradually subsided, and finally stopped. The door opened again, and the magnificent palace appeared in front of him. The two huge black iron gates were pushed by the handsome vampire servants and slowly opened to his guest. The butler with white hair and black suits wore white gloves and waited respectfully at the door.

Xia Shou got off the carriage. The butler nodded to the iron mask, exchanged glances secretly, and then stepped forward and said in a cheerful and upbeat tone: "Sir Xia, His Majesty and Queen Mary have been waiting for you for a long time."

While greeting, he diligently led the way for Xia Shou.

The sky gradually darkened, night fell, the moon rose, the lights in the palace were lit, and the melodious piano sound was pulled out of the window like a transparent silk cloth, and spread in the courtyard of the palace.

In this era, violins and pianos had not yet been invented, but keyboard instruments were developing rapidly. For Xia Shou, who was blind to music, he could not hear the details of these music.

The sound of virginal, viola, organ, and recorder, a tenor was singing loudly.

And on the terrace on the second floor of the palace, a gray-haired man held a golden bowl filled with warm blood.

His gray hair was scattered on his shoulders in a messy manner. His skin was smooth, but the lines on both sides of his nose were as deep as a knife. His blood-red eyes glowed in the dark night, staring at the foreign man in strange brocade clothes, or more precisely, at the spirit floating behind the man.

His expression was restrained and crazy, and his noble clothes added a bit of extra elegance to this madness.

"Your Majesty, the ministers are waiting for you." A pale woman with deep cheeks pushed open the door of the terrace and walked to the gray-haired man.

"Leave them alone, let Behemoth out, I want to see what this oriental man can do."

The woman was stunned for a moment, bowed and saluted, and left silently behind her.

Charlie once again cast his eyes on Xia Shou who was walking towards the palace, and drank the blood in the golden bowl.

Xia Shou followed the butler through the garden full of roses, and the aroma of barbecue and wine could be smelled from a distance.

He was thinking, why did the royal family suddenly invite a foreigner like him to come here? Could it be that his identity as a man from the future was exposed?

Finally, he entered the hall.

The moment he entered the hall, everyone's attention was drawn to him.

An oriental man in strange clothes... would attract everyone's attention in any place in Europe at this time.

Xia Shou calmly glanced around and determined that most of the people here were vampires.