Chapter 142: The Unlucky Vampire

Lost and unlucky blood clan Emrin White, his face embarrassed, said something to Father Utralfsky.

Perhaps Father Utralfsky's mountain‑sized stature was too imposing; Emrin White's first reaction was to look for a chance to flee, and he did so.

Relying on the speed vampires pride themselves on, Emrin's figure flashed like a black shadow, sprinting outward, but Father Utralfsky stopped him immediately.

A stranger vampire had entered the church without his knowledge, which annoyed Father Utralfsky. The other's attempt to flee made the priest suspect the stranger had another purpose for being in the church.

A dense black mist billowed from behind Emrin, shaping into a swarm of palm‑sized illusory blood‑sucking bats that lunged at Father Utralfsky.

Rekton shook his head as he watched, using dark‑type magic in front of a Dawn Knight; Emrin was also a hard‑headed fellow.

Father Utralfsky's steps faltered; the next moment, pure, holy dawn filled the entire church. Though not as bright as a prayer‑light devotee's summoned holy light, it was enough to dispel dark spells.

The blood‑sucking bats Emrin conjured quickly dissolved, and Father Utralfsky reached out, the surrounding light coalescing into a chain.

Enveloped in the dawn light, Emrin hadn't reacted before Father Utralfsky seized him.

Bound tightly by the dawn‑light chain, Emrin struggled for a long time without breaking free, then clenched his teeth and glared at Father Utralfsky, shouting a few lines:

"Damn it! How can you treat a noble blood clan like this!"

"Why did you break into the church? What is your purpose!"

Father Utralfsky asked Emrin sternly.

"I already said, I just got lost by accident!"

Emrin defended himself.

Rekton and Tu Ba Ge watched the scene with relish; Tu Ba Ge even pulled out a fruit and started chewing it, finding it far more fun than growing fruit at home.

Under Father Utralfsky's pressure, Emrin reluctantly handed over the universal key that had led him astray, his angry gaze fixed on the priest, a feeling of suppressed fury.

"Ha ha!" Rekton, watching the drama, couldn't hold back his laugh.

"What are you laughing at?"

Rekton's laughter provoked the tense vampire.

Rekton stared at Emrin, who had been freed yet showed no urge to flee the church, and shook his head slightly, saying:

"A vampire who runs into the Earth Church and leaves nothing behind—do you think you can get away?"

"I'm a blood clan! What do you mean? I've already handed over that magical item to you!"

Emrin's voice suddenly rose a pitch as he warily stared at the mountain‑sized, imposing Father Utralfsky.

"I'm not a member of the Earth Church; I just came here to handle some business."

Rekton offered a brief defense, then teasingly said:

"Did your elders never tell you that the Earth Church loves to reform ignorant blood clans who have lost their way?"

Emrin widened his eyes, incredulously glancing at the priest sitting aside, who said nothing yet exuded pressure, and shifted his body slightly backward:

"Impossible! We only worship the great Ancestor!"

"Doesn't the Earth Church fear inciting the whole blood clan's wrath by doing this?"

Rekton thought of As, who had risen to blood clan baron with the Earth Church's help. Converting blood clans is no trouble for Lilith; had it not been to conceal his identity, the blood clan would likely have already been fully converted by Lilith's Earth Church.

At that thought, Rekton looked at Emrin with a hint of pity and said:

"Now your blood clan hasn't voiced an opinion on this! Moreover, belief is voluntary, no one forces you."

"Impossible! Our faith in the Ancestor will never change! At least, at least I won't!"

Emrin retorted weakly.

Ignoring Emrin's rebuttal, Rekton directly asked Father Utralfsky, in Emrin's presence, how he intended to deal with the vampire:

"Father, do you plan to lock this vampire in the basement?"

"I'm a blood clan! Moreover, you cannot imprison a blood clan member who hasn't broken any law."

Emrin spoke up before Father Utralfsky could answer.

Father Utralfsky glanced at Emrin, whose arrogant aura instantly deflated. He then handed the already written pharmacist's formula to Rekton and said:

"Here's the pharmacist's formula; this reckless blood clan, I intend to have him reflect in the basement for a while."

He took the pharmacist's formula from Father Utralfsky, glanced at it, folded it neatly into his pocket. Then, bypassing the still‑defiant Emrin, he offered Father Utralfsky a suggestion:

"Father, I have a suggestion: Harvest Church with only you is too lonely, and if you have to handle everything yourself, wouldn't that be cumbersome?"

"How about making this unlucky blood clan volunteer? It would serve as punishment and let him experience the joy of harvest and the value of life!"

Although Rekton himself didn't think that simple labor could convey the so‑called joy of harvest and the preciousness of life, Father Utralfsky approved the idea.

"What do you mean? Lock me in a pitch‑black basement and make me a volunteer?"

"That's impossible! You cannot treat a noble blood clan that way! You're being excessive!"

Emrin vehemently objected.

Rekton watched the unlucky vampire and shook his head inwardly, thinking that after all this time he still hadn't realized he'd been given a psychological suggestion, nor noticed his own odd behavior.

Rekton reached out and patted the rabbit sitting beside him:

"This vampire is a bit stupid; don't imitate him while you're here."

"Who are you calling stupid? You fool who talks to a rabbit!"

Emrin felt his dignity as a blood clan was severely provoked today.

Father Utralfsky ignored the bickering, picked up the set‑aside nightmare candle, and under Emrin's puzzled stare implanted a psychological suggestion for him to volunteer at Harvest Church daily.

"Wait, you used a psychological suggestion on me? No wonder I never thought to leave this church."

Emrin realized belatedly that he had already been given the suggestion.

Rekton shook his head at the late‑realizing Emrin, stood up, and prepared to leave Harvest Church.

Just as he rose, inspiration struck; he reached into the void ahead and caught a pale‑yellow sheet. Looking at it, it was a reply from Frank:

My dear friend:

I have already asked the captain about the Wind Companion's formula; the captain said she does not possess that knowledge.

I think so too; if there were a wind‑afflicted demon drug formula, the Captain would have given it to Aotuoluo Fu and Nina long ago.

The Captain already knows about what you did in Beikelande; she asked me to request a favor from you. You should know that Yindisi's ambassador to Beikelande, Beikelang Rang Ma Dan, was assassinated at the embassy in Beikelande, but the official explanation for the assassin is the Mosi Kuxiu Hui.

The Captain wants you to help investigate the inside story of this case, and she promises a reward of helping you find the wind‑afflicted demon drug formula.

Whether you help or not is up to you, but I think a matter involving a nation and a large organization is better left untouched.

Also, the Captain is very interested in spirit‑realm sorcerers, and she asked me to ask you whether you could share the relevant knowledge with her.

Your friend on the sea: Frank Li.

After quickly reading Frank's reply, Leike Dun borrowed a pen from Father Wuteleafusiji and immediately wrote his reply to Frank on the back of the letter.

Having finished the reply, he picked up the pale‑yellow sheet on the desk, gave it a gentle toss into the air, and the paper returned on its own to the spirit realm, where a book messenger delivered it to the Future.

After sending the reply to Frank, Leike Dun turned and bid farewell to Father Wuteleafusiji:

"Father, I must take my leave now; I will bring the rabbit over tomorrow so it can learn here how to become a true Harvest Priest."

"No problem."

Father Wuteleafusiji gave a slight nod, rose from his seat, and performed the Earth Church ritual for Leike Dun.

Only Aimu Lin and Father Wuteleafusiji remained in the Harvest Church; they exchanged a glance, and Aimu Lin drew his neck back.

He longed to leave the church, but his body began moving on its own, starting to wipe the candlestick.

(End of Chapter)