Chapter 55 Blood Slave

Time passed quickly as the sun set. Camus recovered from his injuries while learning the "Original Characters" from Kugas until he left. He then returned to the ward to continue his studies. Four days passed in the blink of an eye.

In his spare time, Camus also found the "Compendium of Races" on the reading rack of the hospital, and found the "Introduction to Cursed Foxes" in the "Special Race Classification".

"In the far east of Roland Continent - the Land of Dusk, there lived a group of ancient "Blood Cursed Foxes". They were protected by evil chaos and despised by light. They liked to eat blood and obtained the "vitality" and "blood memory" from the blood of creatures to survive. Their racial talents were "transformation" and "blood curse".

Seeing this, Camus' scalp tingled. Fortunately, he resisted the temptation. If she had bitten him, he would have been finished.

"Mr. Camus? How are you? "

Hearing the voice, Camus put down the book in his hand and smiled at the haggard Dr. Dingna next to him.

She was wearing a white uniform and white gloves on her hands. Her fair oval face was a little haggard, and she was looking at Camus's medical records seriously.

Camus smiled and sat up straight, "Dear Miss, I'm sorry for your experience. I'm recovering well. Thank you for your caring care these days.

"Well, it's almost time for you to be discharged from the hospital."

"Oh... By the way, do you know any information about Cavendish Castle?"

Dingna shook her head, "I don't know much. I left a long time ago because of my disagreement with them. There were seven of them before I left. As for the route to the castle, I'm sorry. As long as you are not blind, you can see that place. It depends on your ability whether you can go up."

"Knock knock... Come in"

The door of the ward opened suddenly, and the members of the investigation team walked in.

"Hello, good morning, Camus"

"Hey... Sister Dingna is here too. I think you can go find my sister. She should be able to help you."

"Thank you, Susie."

"Camus, we are here to pick you up."

Looking at this group of energetic team members, Camus put on a black suit and a hat.

"Gentlemen, I have to go. I wish you a speedy recovery."

"Of course, Mr. Elf, the Sun God will protect you. Goodbye."

...

The group walked out of the hospital and took a deep breath when they saw the carriages and people coming and going on the street.

"Captain, how is the situation?"

The captain shook his head, "It's very wrong. There have been too many fights in the past few days."

"Don't the major organizations care?"

"Care? If they care, then the major organizations will be in chaos. This kind of racial hatred is completely inexplicable."

Camus picked up the newspaper on the ground. There was a big headline on it, "Darcy Likum was dismissed and investigated. 8 alien councillors applied for policy unification and were rejected."

Camus frowned at the sight, "Let's go back first. As long as there is glass, they can't avoid my prying eyes."

"Captain, do you know the location of Cavendish Castle?"

The captain took out a map and pointed to a place, "Laurentkul Mountains, Blackwater Land, halfway up the barren mountain, 132 kilometers away from Caldecott City."

Camus was stunned when he heard it, "132 kilometers? How can they organize a rebellion? This is too far, right? Unless they arrive in advance, I feel something is wrong."

"Why is it wrong?"

Camus pointed to the map, "Captain, you see, this place is too far away from Caldecott City. The cultists dare not confront the Sun Church head-on. It's risky. The Adventurers' Guild is against them. They are only safe in the Laurencourt Mountains. And there must be someone in Caldecott City fanning the flames. I suspect they have come here a long time ago. "

"And..." Camus paused, "This information was obtained from the underground black market. I heard different information during my hospitalization."

"What information?"

"The underground gangs are involved in this matter. They know some secrets."

The captain took a puff of cigarette, "In other words, Cavendish Castle is a trap?"

Camus shook his head, "Everything has to wait until I predict it. If according to my speculation, there may not be no cultists in Cavendish Castle, but most of them are definitely hiding in Caldecott City."

Susie nodded, "Captain, I think the probability is very high. Kaxiu is a member of the Adventurers' Guild. The underground gangs must know that it is very likely that they sold him false information."

"Let's go back first. Everything will be said after Camus predicts it."

The group returned to the Adventurers' Guild and drew the curtains. The kerosene lamp printed the figures of several people in the mirror. Camus began to predict the traces of the cultists.

"Respected Source of Nothingness..."

As the mirror twisted, some gray images appeared in the mirror.

A corridor appeared in the mirror, with some unclear murals carved on the gray walls, some tattered curtains fluttering slightly, and some sticky secretions on the yellow-brown ground, and a dirty smell came to his face.

Seeing that there was no target, Camus changed the mirror and appeared in a hall. Seven elegant vampires were eating breakfast on a red table. On the table were all kinds of bloody internal organs, raw meat and scarlet wine. On the gray wall behind them were some red cloth and oil paintings. On the black ground full of mucus, there was a group of grinning monsters drooling yellow-brown saliva, and their bloodthirsty eyes stared at the raw meat on the table.

These monsters were like a group of shrunken dwarfs, with bright red flesh lumps all over their bodies. Their bald heads were bulging like two tumors. From their open mouths, Camus saw yellow-brown fangs and some white flesh foam. Their sharp claws were restlessly digging the ground, making a harsh sound, and occasionally roaring at the side.

"Pah pah..."

The vampire on the main seat clapped his hands, and the monster man stopped fighting and looked over. He was wearing a red and white dress, with a rose on his chest, a gorgeous long sword hanging on his waist, black hair draped, and scarlet eyes staring cruelly at the sky, revealing white teeth.

Camus followed his gaze and saw a minotaur hanging on the ceiling of the hall, whose life or death was unknown.

"Swoosh"

The rope suddenly broke, and the minotaur fell to the ground. A group of blood slaves rushed up, and the minotaur's screams resounded throughout the hall. He was eaten alive, and some blood splashed on the mirror next to him. Camus saw a blood slave licking the mirror with his bloody mouth. Seeing this scene, Camus felt nauseous and closed the connection of the mirror.

"Oh... Taboo Goddess, the shadow not long ago just passed, and I saw this damn picture again. I can't eat meat at all."

"No wonder the blood clan is not welcome, it's terrible. Do we have to be enemies with these monsters?"

"Camus, see if there are any cultists in other places."

Although he felt nauseous, Camus had no choice but to continue communicating with the mirror. The picture turned, and a black ridge appeared in Camus's eyes. Outside Cavendish Castle was a barren mountain range. In front of the castle, there were two headless swordsman statues holding a shield in one hand and a sword in the other. Bats stood on it. The surrounding iron fences were rotten and hung with some spider webs. Seeing that there were no cultists, Camus changed the mirror.

"Found it"

What caught my eye were three people in black robes, with the symbol of "Abyss" on them.