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Chapter 893: Chapter 267: Do You Really Understand a Succubus?

Aleister certainly didn’t use Beguile Kiss on him—not to mention she couldn’t accept kissing men herself, and being as proud as Aleister, she wouldn’t care about a small fry who just touched the second ability level.

Once there is a long period without being blood-drained by the other, the desire to be drained intensifies.

And once drained, this state of desire turns into satisfaction, otherwise, it becomes an unbearable emptiness.

To compensate for this emptiness, they would even beg their master to drain their blood. They are willing to continuously pay the price, giving all their wealth to the other as much as possible.

—Unless the Son of the Moon wants to use this state to severely injure him or another of his significant close ones; or to have the other make unacceptable sacrifices of possessions and body—this level of “unbearableness” varies from person to person, related to their view on money and morals.

For someone who is stingy enough, perhaps even one Gold Coin would be unacceptable; while for some already debaunched individuals, even asking the other to use their body to make money for them wouldn’t release the charm.

It’s not without precedent that a Blood Slave has awakened and escaped from the Son of the Moon.

But that generally comes after the charm is lifted, followed by suddenly realizing what they have done.

Yet this boy, who looked only around sixteen or seventeen, had fled his master without lifting the charm.

Aleister had never heard of such a precedent—this means he has been enduring an extreme emptiness of unfulfilled charm, an emptiness that could even drive a firm-willed Knight insane.

Thus, it’s clear why this phenomenon of losing control of his senses occurred on him.

“A blood slave without lifting the charm?”

Aleister chuckled lightly and shook her head with some pity: “How dare you? Do you think you can escape?”

These words fell like a thunderclap into Dimitri’s heart.

In an instant, he enlightened many of his doubts—

Why did Paul, also just an orphan, know so many secrets… he knew various noble surnames, while he himself didn’t even know the name of the lord of the City of Knowledge.

Why did Paul also know the characteristics and personalities of various noble families as well as mostly mixed truths and rumors… Why was he so resistant and hateful towards those nobles, and filled with distrust.

Dimitri thought, this was because Paul had long been mingling on the streets and obtained the information from underground gangs.

And now he knew—the other was actually a Blood Slave!

This sent chills down Dimitri’s spine.

All Stibnites knew, no matter how normal Blood Slaves might appear, their hearts have already turned into monsters.

They can near bankrupt themselves for their masters, and due to their master’s demands, they can lure or kidnap anyone their master is interested in, turning them into Blood Slaves. Not to mention those helping their masters to kill, rob, and deceive… Although Blood Slaves regain clarity when their lives are threatened, this trait makes them very susceptible to being isolated and silenced.

It can be said that most of the disturbances in Stibnite… are caused by various Blood Slaves.

Unless a Priest of the same energy level is found to dispel this Curse… or they awaken themselves to break free, the curse persists forever.

—But how many Priests are there in Stibnite?

Those few Priests, these common folks hardly ever have access to. Even if they could reach a Priest, it’s unlikely they would be as powerful as the Son of the Moon who placed the Curse.

Even if they indeed found such a person—people also find it hard to bring a fiercely resisting Blood Slave over.

As long as their master orders them to “stay as far away from churches and Priests as possible,” they will view anyone trying to take them to the church as an enemy trying to harm them.

Dimitri hesitated subconsciously… because according to his understanding of Paul, perhaps Paul had already been a Blood Slave when he met him.

But he didn’t know whether the other became friends with him out of his own will… or was it under “the master’s command” that he approached him? How much of his actions originated from his own heart? And was he trying to use him to hide his own identity?

But he only hesitated briefly, and still stood up.

Not daring to oppose the noble young lady, he knelt down again, grabbed Paul’s shoulders, vigorously shaking his body: “Come to your senses, Paul! Wake up… Do you need to blood-drain? You can drain my blood…”

Dimitri was clueless about what Blood Slave truly was, just relying on his shallow understanding as a poor citizen to offer help as best as he could.

His words even amused Aleister.

“Blood Slaves don’t need to blood-drain, little fella.”

The black-haired beauty, who looked a few years younger than himself, just chuckled lightly and then kicked him away gently.

She used her foot to lift Paul’s chin, making his vacant eyes show a glimmer of obsession, his pupils already fully dilated focusing on her.

This was already a deep state of beguilement. Not formed once or twice… but stemming from sustained blood-draining.

“She’s not even that good-looking,”

Aleister commented.

Of course, that was according to her aesthetic standard. Objectively speaking, this black-haired boy with some freckles could also be considered handsome… However, for Aleister, who is surrounded by handsome men and beautiful women, this was only average for her classmates at the Theological Seminary.

“Who is your master?”

Aleister asked.

“Please drink my blood, master…”

Paul did not answer, but just murmured foolishly.

Aleister thought for a moment and changed her question: “When did you start following him?”

“Drink my blood, I beg you, master…”

Paul pleaded.

Aleister raised an eyebrow, realizing what Paul wanted to do.

—He couldn’t suppress his Beguile state, so he wanted to change his master as a way to override the Beguile lock on him.

“…Heh.”

She suddenly laughed out loud: “I don’t believe it…”

As she spoke, a card suddenly appeared between her fingers.

Dimitri couldn’t make out the pattern on the card…but it seemed like a Tarot card in size.

But immediately after, the card turned into a red halo and disappeared.

Next, an intoxicating fragrance began to spread in the room.

Almost instantly—Dimitri felt his consciousness begin to dissolve… The whole world seemed to be pulled away. He couldn’t identify the fragrance at all, his brain lacking the words, only managed to exclaim “Holy shit, that smells good.”

In this dazed state, he vaguely heard intermittent inquiries:

“…Who… are you?”

“We are… students from the Spirit Summoning Tower.”

Paul’s voice was clearer by comparison.

“What are you… doing here…”

Hearing this question, Dimitri felt a tightening in his heart.

He vaguely realized that this question should definitely not be answered—but he didn’t want to stop the questioning or prevent Paul from responding.

An extreme desperation, a desire to be praised and commended, made him blurt out: “The professor asked us to spread reagents into the sea in international waters.”

“Why?”

Finally, “she” turned her face toward him, and her voice suddenly became clearer.

It reminded him of the face of a supreme goddess—even though he couldn’t see clearly, he thought it was the ultimate beauty.

To please the person, he was willing to go to great lengths.

“I don’t know the specifics, but the professor wanted us to keep it confidential. It’s said to be researching ocean currents and marine life migration…”

“Do you Necromancers also study oceanography?”

The sarcasm in the other person’s voice was evident.

But under his embarrassment, Dimitri indeed couldn’t provide more information.

However, at this moment, Paul suddenly said: “Actually, it’s a study of a chronic poison that can transform living creatures into Undead and its accumulation in the food chain.

“—My master is involved in this experiment.”

He managed to say words that were detrimental to his own master.

Aleister showed a satisfied smile.

She indeed had a way to help the other person relieve this state… The Flame Butterfly’s dispersal mode could achieve this effect. However, revealing that she had the ability to disperse was not a good thing.

But after all, isn’t Beguile also a type of Charm?

What charm, compared to the genuine “Charm of Radiance”?

—Under the covering of the true Succubus aura, these weaker charms would be instantly shattered and destroyed!

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