Master Trainer from Hogwarts

Chapter 233 The Gathering of the Blood Race
When Alan set his sights on his new title, the sight of the gravekeeper suddenly appeared in his eyes.

After he knocked out the priest and gave him enough sleeping pills, he brought the priest back to his hut.

It was already dark around, and a thin mist shrouded the cemetery area to prevent dangerous prying eyes.

In the warm hut, the tomb keeper's face was stitched together by different facial features, which was ugly, but when he was praying, he was serious and sacred, so that people would even ignore the incongruity of his face.

"I heard."

Allen's voice echoed in the gravekeeper's mind through prayer.

The latter paused, let out a foul breath, and said in a half-joyed, half-complicated manner, "You can really respond."

Although he has a simple mind, it doesn't mean he is stupid. On the contrary, he has survived for hundreds of years in an extraordinary world like Fairy Tale Town. Even if he didn't deliberately collect it, the accumulated magic knowledge is beyond imagination. Of course, he understands what this response means.

Allen smiled, "I just tried it before and didn't think too much about it, but now that it's successful, it's also a surprise, thank you for your trust."

His tone paused, "Based on your knowledge, you should understand what it means to help me like this, so can I know why you took such a big risk to help me?"

The gravekeeper is on his side. Although the talent of [Misleader] can deceive the will of the world where Fairy Tale Town is located, the Black Queen thinks about it a little bit. Combined with the disappearance of the priest, more eyes and even temptations will be placed on the gravekeeper.

So the tomb guards took great risks in doing so.

Hearing Allen's question, the gravekeeper didn't hesitate much, "Although the Black Queen is in charge of the dreams and nights of Fairy Tale Town, she also has huge limitations. This is why the priest and I can live until now, especially your previous actions, which caused the Black Queen to lose a lot of power. I have a hunch that the day is coming, and this time the day will last for a long time."

As the gravekeeper's voice fell, and the time difference between the two places was different, Allen clearly felt the brilliance of the morning light rising from the black curtain on the edge of Fairy Tale Town.

The golden dawn penetrated the inexplicable and illusory darkness, dyeing the earth a brilliant golden yellow, and even the fog that enveloped the cemetery area began to become a little thinner in the brilliance of the morning light.

The night and day of Fairy Tale Town are not fixed, but as the ruler of dreams and night, the Black Queen's power weakens, which naturally means that the power of night has weakened.

With the help of the gravekeeper's vision, after admiring the sunrise for a while, Allen continued to look at the gravekeeper, "You haven't said why you took such a big risk."

Although the power of the day has the upper hand for a short time, the power of the black queen has not completely dissipated and can make a comeback at any time, so the words of the grave guard can only prove that he took a little less risk than imagined, but it does not mean that there is no risk.

"For two reasons."

A flash of memory flashed in the eyes of the gravekeeper, "A friend of mine, before the tree of elders turned into a tree without thinking again, predicted that a child would come back to Fairy Tale Town in the future and bring order and joy to it again."

There was a strange look in Allen's eyes, "So you think I am the child in the prophecy?"

The gravekeeper nodded seriously, "At first I thought Yu Lishi and the others were, but now it seems that you are the most likely."

Allen pondered for a while, because he could probably understand what the cemetery keeper said. He has many titles of lawful types, and with the addition of [Misleader], it is not surprising that the cemetery keeper thinks he is the child in the prophecy.

And regardless of whether he is or not, the knowledge and wealth hidden in Fairy Tale Town are what he wants to obtain, and it is also reasonable to help Fairy Tale Town restore order in the process.

After all, I am not the kind of chaotic and evil person. An orderly fairy tale town can be not only my source of soldiers, but also my base.

"I can try, but I can't guarantee that it will be successful."

"Thank you." Hearing Alan's words, the gravekeeper's eyes of different sizes showed a relieved smile.

After finishing the brief conversation with the gravekeeper, Allen's consciousness returned to the real world. He was not in a hurry to ask the gravekeeper to sacrifice various items in Fairy Tale Town, because he was not ready yet.

Moreover, Fairy Tale Town itself has mutated for hundreds of years, and it is not something that can be achieved in a short time to restore it. The gravekeeper himself does not look like the kind of person who lacks patience and time, so Allen is more inclined to take a little bit of time. First slowly figure out more secrets of Fairy Tale Town before acting, at least until Nicolas Lemay has completely analyzed the power of the Black Queen before doing it.

After dealing with a lot of trivial matters, Allen is also in a state of mental exhaustion. Even if he now has wonderful ideas in his mind that he wants to experiment, he still has to go to bed and rest first.

The moment this thought appeared in his mind, he returned from the underground alchemy laboratory to a guest room. In the middle of the room was a huge bed covered with white velvet cushions.

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"Thank you."

Earl Monroe handed over the scepter in his hand to the waiter in a gentlemanly manner. The waiter's eyes were blushing, "My lord, my lords are already waiting for you inside."

He pushed open the gilded doors for Lord Monroe, revealing one of the ornate chambers.

There are two ancient paintings hanging on the wall with red background and gold border, one is "Water Lily" and the other is "Starry Night".

The ones here are of course authentic, as for the ones in the museum, they are just the impromptu creations of a blood clan hundreds of years ago.

Electric lights were not used in the room, but exquisite candlesticks were lit, which made the surrounding light dim, and the shadows of several people cast large shadows, which distorted and deformed with the candlelight, making people feel as if there were some horrible things buried in the shadows.

Of course, this degree of darkness cannot affect the vision of the blood race. After seeing the figures around him, Earl Monroe muttered, "Everyone, this is not the Middle Ages anymore."

He stretched out his pale and powerful palm, and pressed the switch on the wall next to him. The huge crystal chandelier in the center of the room poured out gorgeous lights, fully illuminating the three sitting in the middle.

"It's much more comfortable that way."

With a smile on his face, Earl Monroe looked at the three faces, either a little annoyed, or calm, or wanting to laugh.

The angry middle-aged man had a tall nose, and his eyes were darker red than those of ordinary vampires. "Munro, a long time ago, our fathers also gathered in the shadows. Although we do not belong to the darkness, we do not yearn for the light. We are the children of the moon, and we are also the order in the shadows. I hope you remember this."

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