"During the process of sucking blood, the boy's blood was too delicious, and the vampire couldn't help it. She sucked the boy into a mummy in one breath."

"After discovering this, the boy's parents decided to report it to Mr. Carsonberg. Although many serfs advised him not to speak out, they were their only son..." Abel did not continue to say it, but just sighed.

Most witch hunters have experienced many cruel and even more crazy events, and are commonplace for such ordinary vampires, so they don’t feel much unbearable or sad about their faces. People always think that witch hunters are cold-blooded, but they don’t know that they actually see too much.

"So how do you deal with the vampire witch?" Ryan continued, and he actually saw a lot of such things.

"The legendary garlic, sunshine, and crosses actually do not cause any harm to the vampire witches." Abel nodded, and the witch hunter continued: "Vampire witches don't like eating garlic, just like humans don't like eating tree bark. They just don't like it, and there is no way to cause substantial harm to them. Vampires hate walking in the sun, but they just hate it."

"What is really useful to deal with vampires is the holy water and silver weapons blessed by the church. That is the weapon to deal with vampires." Abel finally added, and neither of the two witch hunters spoke again.

"Very good, Mr. Aber, the witcher, you fulfilled your promise, and now it's my turn to fulfill my promise, Katzenberg, give them the things." Ryan signaled Katzenberg to deliver the things.

The housekeeper walked forward with a plate, which contained fifteen gold kroners and fifty silver shillings.

The witch hunters were not polite, they needed the money: "Thank you, Lord Ryan."

"You will not miss yours." Ryan nodded: "So my promise is, there are about ten days before the Duke of Poldor's banquet. You can stay in the town or go nearby to see if there are any other tasks. We will set out a day in advance."

"Juler will go to Helen Heard to see if there is any work to take on, so I will stay here," Abel replied.

"very good."

The two witch hunters left, and Ryan sat upright in his chair without moving. Seeing this, Katzenberg asked, "Baron, what else is there?"

"Carsonberg, you said, if I allow the witch hunters to establish a union in this town, will it be possible to curb the spread and corruption of vampires?" Ryan said, touching his chin.

"It's better not, my baron." Katzenberg shook his head suddenly, and he shook his head continuously: "When you need a witch hunter, just post a mission on the signboard. If there are too many witch hunters in our territory, whether it is a merchant, a traveler or aristocrat, you need to find a balance in it."

"Well, I understand." Katsonberg made sense, and Ryan also believed that too many witch hunters did have an impact on the economy.

"By the way, how is the construction of the tower progressing?" Ryan cared about the progress of the tower of the fairy in the lake.

"It's still under construction. My Baron, the drawings you gave to the craftsmen are too detailed, which gives the craftsmen some opinions. They think that this progress is too slow and is not conducive to their performance. Maybe you can give them more design freedom." Katzenberg gave his own advice: "If you follow the current progress, it may not be completed at this time next year."

"Then let's do it until this time next year." Ryan stood up and walked to the window with Carsonberg. A spire about thirty meters high is under construction. It is conservatively estimated that the spire will cost Ryan more than 3,000 kroners.

The Baron's castle will lead to this spire along the corridor of the city walls. Apart from this spire, there is no other entrance. It is built against the mountain and shrouded in the clouds and mist, which looks quite mysterious.

"Everything is done according to the drawings. The craftsmen's intelligence will naturally have a place to play, but it won't be here." Ryan said in a deep voice: "I hired them, not them hired us."

"I understand, my baron, I will continue to supervise the progress of the project." Katzenberg immediately possessed himself and nodded, indicating that he knew.

"How are the guest rooms on the third floor?" Ryan asked.

"It's already being packed up. As the Baron's instructions, we decorated the room with the best carpets and artworks. The furniture is a top-quality cherry wood furniture we specially made to the carpenters of Helen Hilder. I promise that any guest will feel satisfied when they come here." Carsonberg led the way for Ryan with his hands behind his back and opened the room.

This is a room of about fifty square meters. The floor is covered with soft carpets and the furniture is brand new. Glazed windows and a variety of hanging paintings can illustrate the owner's enthusiasm and seriousness.

"Okay, that's it."

The lord's castle was in full swing, and the serfs under Baron Gene also sowed winter wheat under supervision. These crops will not ripen in May and June next year, and are usually in a state of not taking care of it after planting.

Not every land has to be sown. Hundreds of years ago, humans learned fallow and rotational farming under the mission of the Church of Life. Brittania is undoubtedly a livable blessed land. Otherwise, the elves would not have colonized here before. It was just that the high taxes slaughtered the income of serfs, and the national strength of the entire country was all used to raise knights, which led to so many social phenomena.

At this moment, Ryan heard a squeal of a horse and a landing sound.

It was Sulia, and she brought Emilia back again. Ryan immediately stood up and greeted her outside the castle.

"Mr. Lane!" Emilia jumped off the tall horse. The girl had already changed into the thick winter uniform of the academy. When she saw Lane appear, she trotted towards Lane happily: "Mr. Lane, I'm back!"

"Welcome home, Emilia!" Ryan, who was busy with the battle, hadn't seen his little maid for a long time. He stretched out his hands and gently hugged her petite body: "How are you studying in the academy?"

Before Emilia could answer, the female knight standing behind her spoke. Today, Sulia was wearing a lake green winter coat and a black pleated skirt. A pair of over-the-knee high-heeled boots and flesh-colored thick pantyhose were the finishing touch. Seeing Ryan asking, Sulia smiled and said, "Emelia studied very hard. She ranked first in this courtier exam. Even her father praised her for her level."

"Ah! Sister Sulia shouldn't say that, it's so embarrassing!" Emilia retreated shyly.

Seeing this situation, Ryan and Suliya looked at each other and smiled. Ryan took the initiative to speak, "Then... go in and sit down? Don't rush to leave when you come, Miss Suliya?"

"Since it's your invitation, I'm going to stay and sit down." Sulia seemed to be waiting for Ryan's words. Her smile bloomed like an iris, and then walked to Ryan and entered the castle with him.

Because he often visits Ryan's castle, Suliya has long been familiar with the structure of Ryan's castle. Ryan never regards her as an outsider. The two of them walked into the living room on the third floor, one in front and one behind, and sat down. The dark elf Orica brought a hot coffee: "Miss Sulia, please use it."

"Thank you, Miss Oricar." The female knight smiled and took it with both hands, then held the coffee in her palm. She suddenly noticed that the dark elf seemed to have become a little different, a little different from when she first met her.

As for what is different, the female knight, who is only nineteen years old this year, can't explain it clearly, but she can feel that she has some hostility towards this dark elf for some reason.

Damn, what can I have hostility? She is just a maid, and Sulia immediately threw this idea out of her mind.

Emilia quickly changed into a maid outfit and stood beside Ryan. For some reason, the little maid also found that Olika had become a little different, but she also held back and didn't ask.

The Dark Elf just smiled at this situation. She has been sleeping with Ryan these days, which is naturally a bit different from her previous self, both in terms of temperament and physicality.

The conversation between the Holy Grail Knight and the Duke's daughter was always very pleasant, but today was a little different. After a few conversations, the female Knight immediately noticed that Ryan had something to say. She was understanding and immediately spoke: "Do you have something to say to me, Ryan?"

"It's true, I can't hide it from you, Miss Sulia." Ryan was a little embarrassed. The Holy Grail Knight, who had always been mature and steady, took out a letter that had been opened with a little nervously: "I received this a few days ago."

"This is the invitation letter from Duke Bordro?" Sulia took the letter. She looked at it for a moment and understood the meaning. However, the female knight did not say it on his own initiative, but deliberately said it: "You can actually get the invitation from Lord Bordrok. Ryan, you are really outstanding. My father has never received this letter."

"The Duke hasn't received it?" The words Ryan was blocked. The Baron himself felt a little uncomfortable. He smiled awkwardly: "I thought the Duke had received it."

"No... the relationship between my father and Duke Boderick is very average. Duke Boderick does not like his father's low tax rates. It's just that we have cooperation in wine exports and many trades, so we maintain a relationship that is still acceptable." Sulia said, shook her head, and then the Duke's daughter stopped talking a little, and her bright sea-blue eyes stared at Ryan.

She was waiting for Ryan to speak on his own initiative, which was necessary reserve.

Ryan did not disappoint her. Just after hesitating, Ryan stood up very seriously, made a full invitation of noble etiquette, and extended his hand to Suliya.

"So can I have this honor to invite Miss Sulia to be my female companion at the banquet?"

"this……"
Chapter completed!