Blood Holy Scripture: True Ancestor Charlotte de Castel
Chapter 253: -38- Caught them

Chapter 253: -38- Caught them

North Port Island, Outer Island Zone, Shallow Water Street.

Beyond the towering city walls, low, dense buildings hugged the walls, piecing together crooked, winding waterways. Tiny, nimble boats darted across the waters as ragged boatmen labored with their poles, calling out to attract customers.

Beside the waterway, within a shabby civilian inn,

In a guest room built over the water, a dazzling burst of light flashed, and a huge circular Array materialized out of thin air. One tall, one short, two disheveled figures swayed slightly before tumbling out of the Array.

They landed hard, making intimate contact with the damp wooden floor with a bang, causing the entire room to tremble momentarily, as if ready to collapse at any moment.

It was none other than the Bloodline girl Agnes and the middle-aged Knight Rahael.

The two of them looked quite disheveled.

Agnes was pale, appearing to have drained her Magic Power, while Rahael was in even worse shape, covered in bloodstains, his chest armor dented substantially.

Upon landing, Agnes struggled to her feet with a limp and hurried to Rahael, her face filled with anxious concern as she exclaimed,

"Rahael! How are you? How’s your wound?"

"Cough cough... I won’t die just yet."

Rahael coughed violently, his voice weak.

After he spoke, he continued with an apologetic tone,

"Miss... our deed, it seems we’ve forgotten it at the Mercenary Association..."

"What time is it for talking about deeds! If it’s gone, it’s gone! We’ve been exposed and can’t go back anyway, quickly stop the bleeding and heal! I’ll help you up, you need to drink blood quickly!"

"Damn it, I knew these cheap inns wouldn’t have any bleeding-stopping supplies!"

Agnes rummaged through the guest room, cursing under her breath.

The next second, the door to the guest room was suddenly pushed open with a bang, causing Agnes to jump in fright.

She cautiously picked up a weapon from the floor and looked towards the twisted wooden door, only to see a plump woman poking her head inside, her voice shrilly screaming,

"What’s all this noise about?! What if you disturb the neighbors?!"

"And be gentler! Don’t you know how? If you break my inn’s room, can you afford to pay for it?"

However, as soon as the woman finished speaking, her eyes met with the disheveled Agnes.

Seeing the bloodied pair, she froze for a moment before hastily shutting the door.

The shrill voice complained from outside, growing fainter,

"Damn mercenaries, such barbarians! Old man! If you dare accept a mercenary’s room fee again, I’ll break your legs!"

"Double! The room fee must be doubled!"

"Cough cough... Miss, who was that?"

Rahael coughed violently, his hand gripping the sword hilt tensely.

"Don’t worry, it’s the inn’s mistress, and... stop holding onto your sword hilt, your sword is broken,"

Agnes said.

Rahael looked down at his own sword, which had been shattered by the Elf he’d just fought with, and fell silent.

After a few seconds, he let out a soft sigh, his voice complicated,

"Only a few days apart, and he... seems to have gotten stronger."

"Forget about his strength! Drink the blood first! Once you recover a bit, we need to leave this place quickly!"

Agnes passed a blood bag to Rahael, urging him.

Rahael obediently took the blood bag and drank greedily. As the blood flowed into him, color gradually returned to his face.

After a short while, the chubby innkeeper returned.

Watching the innkeeper, who was curiously eyeing them, Agnes shielded the middle-aged Knight who was drinking blood and said guardedly,

"We will pay the room charge in full, please leave now."

The innkeeper huffed, throwing a bulky package onto the ground, cursing,

"Double! It must be double! Don’t you dare die in my inn, I still need to do business!"

With that, she left once again.

Agnes picked up the dropped package with curiosity and then paused slightly,

"Miss... what is it?"

Rahael asked weakly.

"Don’t move..."

Agnes stopped his abrupt actions, then pursed her lips and softened her voice,

"It’s bandages and healing herbs for dressing wounds..."

With the cloth bandages the innkeeper brought, Agnes quickly dressed Rahael’s wounds.

In theory, as a member of the Bloodline, any injury could heal given enough Transcendent blood, but their supplies had already been scarce, and by now, they were completley out.

Although the worsening of his injuries had been halted, Rahael’s condition was still far from good, and he likely didn’t have the strength to fight again in the short term.

"I’m sorry, miss... for worrying you again,"

Rahael said with an apologetic look as he watched the girl tending to his wounds with a worried face.

Agnes shook her head, replying,

"No... it’s my fault today, it’s all my responsibility, I didn’t expect to actually run into her..."

"No, I should have thought of it long ago! The banquet is in two days, and she would definitely come back at this time!"

"Damn it! How come we’re so unlucky? Just going to sell a room, and we run into her!"

Agnes cursed, sending Castel’s ancestors a fair amount of ill wishes.

However, before long, she heard the clamor of noise coming from the waterway outside.

Her heart skipped a beat; she carefully approached the window and peered outside, only to see several long boats belonging to the City Guard Team rowing by, laden with fully-armed guards.