TOV73
"Master Shire, are you okay?"
The maid saw the knight Shire walking staggering and almost falling, and hurriedly stepped forward to help.
"I, I'm not drunk..."
Generally speaking, 70 to 80% of those who say this are really drunk.
The maid had become accustomed to the drunken state of the knight Shire.
She knew that the knight Shire would go to the tavern to drink almost every day, and would not come back until he was drunk.
This retired officer of the Black Cavalry, after being loyal to Colin under the order of the Marquis of Garcia, seemed to have changed.
The iron-blooded knight who once galloped on the battlefield and killed the trolls was completely gone, and only one drunkard who could not hold his sword firmly and could only rely on alcohol to paralyze himself with nothing to do every day.
The maid helped the dizzy knight Shire to bed with difficulty, and asked in a low voice: "Sir, do you need some water?"
The knight Shire did not respond.
After hearing the thunderous snoring of the other party, the maid shook her head helplessly, had to carefully take off the other's coat and shoes, put the quilt on again, and got up and left.
The door was closed gently.
But after a while, it was opened again.
Colin walked in.
"Shire? Knight Shire?" Colin called twice and pushed Shire's arm.
However, there is no response.
"Hey, Shire! I order you to get up at once!" Colin raised his volume and pinched the opponent's nose in a wicked manner.
"Hoo-hoo-"
Shire's breathing was blocked, and after struggling for a while, he opened his mouth wide and gasped.
However, he was still not awake.
Colin rolled his eyes.
For this retired officer of the Black Cavalry, Colin originally had high hopes.
In his opinion, the knight Shire and the dozen or so Black Cavalry retired soldiers with him are excellent candidates for instructors.
It is the cavalry seed he dreams of.
But unfortunately, not everyone can accept the cruel reality and can stand up again after suffering a major blow.
Especially for soldiers like knight Shire who regard glory as life.
Retiring from the Black Cavalry had hit him too much.
Almost completely destroyed this tough guy.
Originally, Colin was almost ready to give up this guy.
But now, he has a better way.
Colin slowly pointed out his two sharp tiger teeth and was about to bite him.
But he still stopped.
If the guess is not wrong, the complete first embrace ceremony should be able to create a conscious family member.
So, how should I explain this to the Shire?
Colin touched his chin, feeling that he couldn't force conversion without the other party's consent, taking advantage of the opportunity of the other party's sound sleep.
In that case, I'm afraid I won't get a loyal subordinate.
So Colin sat down on the chair in the room again, thinking about what to say later.
...
When the knight Shire woke up again, it was almost noon.
"Water, come here! Give me water!" As soon as the Shire woke up, he yelled and called the maid.
Soon, a water glass was handed to the Shire.
The Shire took it smoothly, and just put it in the mouth, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw the man standing in front of his bed.
Not a maid!
"Puff!"
The water that the Shire had just drunk spurted out again, and then he got out of bed quickly, bowed, and said, "Lord Viscount, why are you here?"
Colin sat back in the chair, smiled, and waved to the Shire: "Don't be nervous, I am here just to see you. "
The Shire was embarrassed for a while: "You can send someone to summon me, there is no need to come here in person..."
"I sent someone, but they didn't seem to wake you up, so I came by myself."
The Shire was even more embarrassed, and apologized again and again: "Sorry, Lord Viscount, I drank a bit too much last night..."
"Is it just last night?" Colin smiled.
"Please rest assured, I will definitely control my drinking in the future, and this will never happen again."
Hearing Shire's promise, Colin was not relieved.
If Marquis Garcia stood in front of the knight Shire and asked him to make such a promise, perhaps the knight Shire would really implement it meticulously.
But in Colin's own words, he felt that he might not have such prestige.
Therefore, Colin asked according to the plan he had planned last night, "Knight Shire, I can understand your pain, and I have also found a way to help you return to the battlefield!"
"Really?" The knight Shire suddenly raised his head, and finally, a flash of light appeared in his eyes.
But at the same time, a trace of unbelief flashed through his mind.
In order to heal his injuries, the Marquis of Garcia had also visited the Glorious Church.
But the answer was that only priests above the cardinal can perform the treatment of severed limbs.
Cardinal!
There are only three cardinals in the entire Glorious Church.
How could such a big man be willing to spend divine energy to heal him?
As a result, the knight Shire was desperate.
But now, Colin actually gave him another glimmer of hope.
"I can't guarantee success. Moreover, this method has a certain price."
Colin's cautious attitude not only did not disappoint the Shire, but it also made him believe in Colin even more.
"As long as I can hold the long sword firmly, I am willing to pay any price!"
"Are you sure? This treatment method may make you lose your mind and become a muddle-headed beast."
The knight Shire smiled bitterly: "Master Viscount, I am now a beast with a muddle head. After leaving the battlefield, I am not as good as dead!"
"Have you thought about it?"
The knight Shire knelt in front of Colin, and solemnly nodded: "I'm thinking about it! As long as you can help me restore my fingers, I swear to the Lord of Radiance in the name of the family ancestors, that my life will be yours!"
Although the knight Shire had sworn allegiance to Colin, he did it at the order of Marquis Garcia, and this time, he was willing.
Colin felt Shire's determination and handed over a mug: "There is medicine in this water, and the healing ritual later will make you unconscious, because the process will be a bit painful..."
After hearing it, Shire took the mug and drank it straight away.
He didn't even listen to Colin's explanation.
Colin raised his eyebrows, his determination and trust moved him a little.
After a while, the knight Shire passed out under the influence of the drug.
Colin walked over, showing sharp tiger teeth, biting the Shire on the neck.
...
Sure enough, just like when he first embraced Cynthia, Colin found a burst of suction from Shire's wound after smoking for a period of time.
This time, Colin did not run.
He suppressed the slight panic in his heart and let his blood flow down the tiger's teeth into Shire's body.
Slowly, wisps of bloody smoke wafted from the two of them.
The smoke is like a living thing, drawing a regular curve on the ground.
It seems to be a magic circle.
The curve is more and more complicated, more and more mysterious...
In a trance, bursts of deep, dreamlike whispers echoed in Colin's ears.
The voice grew louder and louder, as if to show something.
"...The cohesion of blood, that is, my spirit...
...The Lord of Blood, immortal...
......With my blood, give you inheritance......"
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