Chapter 89: A Stroke of Luck

After Adeline and the Count left in the dream, Silas sat on the throne analyzing the situation.

"Vampire, origin blood, Blood Haze Holy Pool - these three keywords must be closely related. There are indeed major problems in Randall's body. The blood threads absorbed from the outside are wrapped around his heart and brain, and those things are slowly devouring his body."

Through his divine vision, Silas had a very clear understanding of Randall's physical condition.

"The blood of creatures in this world does indeed have some problems. Although blood contains great power, just like medicine has three parts poison, every drop of blood, while giving people power, is gradually suppressing the user's sanity and awakening their bestiality."

Thinking of this, the higher level of thought and vision allowed Silas's thoughts to be very bold and broad.

"Looking at it this way, the source of these blood problems is very likely with the Three Goddesses."

"The Azure Moon of Birth, symbolizing purity and fertility; the Hazy Purple Moon, symbolizing mystery and science; the Primordial Blood Moon, symbolizing primitiveness and blood. At first, I didn't quite understand. Compared to terms like fertility and mystery, blood and primitiveness were not high enough. But now it's perfectly clear: primitiveness and blood are complementary. Blood contains the most primitive violence and bestiality of mankind. It seems many people know this now, but they are helpless."

"Speaking of the Primordial Blood Moon, one must mention the Blood Moon Festival held in April."

This festival was very special. If the Azure Moon Festival was used for celebration, then the Blood Moon Festival seemed to be escaping something.

On that day, only the Blood Moon would remain in the sky. That night, the world would be covered in red.

On that night, everyone had to put high-quality goat blood into a large basin and place it at the door. The family would stay in the house obediently, closing the doors and windows. No matter what happened, they couldn't glance outside.

That night, the family would be accompanied by The Lunar Codex, spending the dark hours in prayer and sleep.

When the sun rose normally, everything would return to normal.

In Silas's memory, every year after the Blood Moon Festival, he would be the first to rush out to see if the blood in front of the door was still there.

And the result was that the blood had been licked clean by some unknown thing, as if it were new.

But looking closely, one could see shallow, non-human claw marks on the edge of the basin.

No one knew what that was; only the clergymen told them that it was the messenger of the Blood Moon God, who, while collecting the blood, would bless every family that offered blood.

Silas had previously believed this very much. Now, however, he felt an indescribable chill.

"The faint red shadow I saw in the hospital was very likely my bestiality, but judging from now, the problem isn't too severe as long as it's used appropriately. After all, blood therapy has been used for thousands of years, and those people are all living well; there's no apocalypse."

Thinking of this, Silas temporarily set this matter aside.

"Right, there are still cultists to deal with in the real world. After they return, they will probably want to discuss countermeasures with me."

Thinking this, Silas closed his eyes and woke up.

As soon as he woke up, Silas heard the Husky tense up, looking in a certain direction.

Silas turned his head and saw that his coat was actually wriggling, forming a bizarre angle like flowing water.

"Please come to 2399 Jianglan Street, Northeast District, Adeline," a hoarse, stiff voice, like a telephonograph, came from the clothes.

Awoooo!

Hearing this, the Husky instantly rushed over, bit the clothes, and ripped them apart violently.

Crash! Crash!

The harsh sound of tearing fabric came. Silas, sitting on the bed, was somewhat unable to process it.

"You damn dog! That was my only relatively new suit!" After a moment, Silas suddenly jumped up and shouted at the Husky.

He had seen it very clearly just now. At first, the Husky was indeed worried, but after the clothes were torn off, the last of the spiritual energy above had completely disappeared because of the talking.

The Husky also felt it, but at that time, it could no longer restrain its urge to tear down the house and destroy this thing.

The arrow was on the string and had to be fired… No, it should be the home was at the mouth and had to be torn down.

And so, it abandoned rationality and followed its instincts…

Feeling things were not good, the Husky barked and, with a whoosh, crawled under the bed and didn't come out.

The bed itself was very low to the ground, and it was already very uncomfortable for a Husky of that size to crawl under it.

Silas, on this side, was amused by the Husky's silly appearance. He squatted down with a helpless expression and beckoned to it. "Alright, not as an example. Come out!"

The Husky's heart was connected to Silas's. After sensing Silas's relief and smile, it immediately grinned, stuck out its tongue, and crawled out from under the bed, nuzzling Silas in a burst of affection.

"The death penalty can be avoided, but the living penalty is inescapable!" At that moment, Silas suddenly grabbed the Husky's head and used both hands to rub its head incessantly.

Furious head rubbing!

...

At six o'clock in the evening, Silas stood before a somewhat old three-story building located in the northeast of the city.

This building had once been a newspaper office. After closing down due to poor management, it had been converted into an office building and was now rented out all year round.

An hour ago, he had received a notification from Adeline. After rubbing the Husky's head, he put on his only remaining relatively worn-out coat, ran out, and took the last steam locomotive here.

At this moment, Randall stood at the door, a peaceful smile on his handsome face, a stark contrast to his previous eternal hesitation.

Silas walked over and smiled. "I've always felt there was some kind of fate between us."

Randall bowed slightly, his face respectful. "Thank you for guiding me before My Lord, allowing me to obtain the hope of salvation."

Silas smiled. "The hope of salvation is always grasped by oneself. I was just standing in the hall. Your performance, your devotion, earned you the praise and reward you deserved."

"You were able to enter the hall!?" Hearing this, Randall was somewhat surprised.

Then, his respect for this seemingly young and inexperienced man deepened.

"Where are those four madmen?" Silas asked at this moment.

Randall stepped aside. "They are inside, awaiting your decision."

Silas nodded, and the two men and the dog quickly walked inside.