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Chapter 409

Chapter 409: Chapter 313: Aperitif for the Son of the Moon Chapter 409: Chapter 313: Aperitif for the Son of the Moon ——Such an ugly and barbaric banquet.

The Philosopher observed everything with a cold detachment, even though she herself was to be a dish at the feast.

If her Blood Fiend had still been with her, she would have killed every Vampire that looked at her with those disgusting eyes.

She was especially adept at extracting the blood of the living—perhaps these weak carnivorous beasts would have joyfully discovered that they, too, could bleed the same fluid.

But for now, she had to endure.

Unlike the average Transcendent, she had already attended many New Moon Rituals.

It had been so since the time she was the Demon Scholar, and after accumulating sufficient experience and strength, it was only natural to participate in the New Moon Ritual on the Second Path as well.

...

Unlike the Full Moon Ritual, which was more like playing house, where one needed to conceal their identity and play a role, the New Moon Ritual had a straightforward solution—over ninety-five percent of the time, killing everyone who could be killed was enough to secure a significant advantage, and even outright victory was not impossible.

This time it was the rarer all-restricted type of ritual—where physical prowess, Mana Pool, casting resources, and movement space were all constrained.

Whether it was Transcendents who excelled in close combat, Mages and Summoners, or Stealthers, Ritualists, and Hunters, none could fully display their strength.

Therefore, the greatest advantage naturally went to those professions that purely relied on external items.

Such as Alchemists and Demons, or Authors and Songstresses.@@@@

——Luckily, their team included an Alchemist.

As for her, she had prepared casting tools in advance—considering the frequently restrictive or incapacitating conditions upon entry to the New Moon Ritual, it was easy for non-essential equipment to be confiscated and could even cause trouble.

Hence her casting tool was a pair of artificial collarbones implanted into her body by the Necromancer.

If someone had the ability to see through objects, they would notice her collarbones were dark gold in color and adorned with complex runes.

These were actually her two staves—relying on these staves, she was able to cast spells at a much lower cost.

What did it matter if the Mana Pool was restricted?

If she was constrained, then so must everyone else be.

If everyone was restrained, then it became a matter of who had better equipment.

——And they were certainly not afraid of a competition of equipment, for their team had an Alchemist.

An Alchemist in such a ritual was inherently fully geared.

Though from the second to the third Energy Level during this stage, in front of these hundred-plus Sons of the Moon she might not be particularly strong...

but at least there would be no issue in killing the other aspirants.

Not to mention, “Prohibition” himself had a tremendous home advantage...

...So, hold on a bit longer.

Just a bit longer.

At that moment, Miss Number 7—her wavy silver hair cascading down, dressed in a princess-like pink and white gown—sat stiffly on the lap of an old man who looked to be in his sixties.

“What’s the matter, sweetheart?

Feeling down today?”

Count Alonso asked with concern, greedily licking her slender and fair neck.

“My lord Count...”

Number 7 responded with a faintly trembling voice, “I just didn’t sleep well...”

there might be a resemblance in their looks as well.

Aiwass suddenly felt a chilling iciness at her neck.

It was the metal eyeglass frame Miss Beyard wore that pressed against Aiwass’s neck.

She instinctively raised her head, wanting to avoid the glasses, but this motion of baring her neck made Miss Beyard’s breathing grow somewhat heavier.

She had almost bitten down—but at the last moment, she restrained herself.

She extended her tongue and licked Aiwass’s neck.

A special secretion quickly flowed into the bloodstream through the skin, and Aiwass’s head began to feel dizzy.

—Aiwass knew, this was the Beguile Kiss of the Sons of the Moon.

The vampires would anesthetize their prey before the hunt by biting, licking, kissing, or exchanging bodily fluids in other ways.

The anesthetized prey’s mind would become muddled and slow, reluctant to believe any lies told by the other party—not that they couldn’t see through the other’s intentions, but even if they logically understood, they would emotionally prefer to believe them.

It could make even the most vigilant person lower their guard and bare their neck.

They would willingly let vampires into their homes and remove objects that could harm the vampire or protect themselves.

Likewise, if these Sons of the Moon desired any money or jewels, they would receive generous consent in this era.

It was as if one’s best friend was asking for a favor; one would feel happy giving things away—happy to finally be of help to them.

This was because the fangs of the Sons of the Moon were actually quite fragile.

As their organ for drawing blood, their fangs were hollow.

Hence, struggling while being drained could easily harm the vampire...

even an unconscious act of resistance could hurt them.

Thus, they would always begin with the Beguile Kiss to eliminate any resistance from the victims.

Every time a victim was drained of blood, this state would ensue.

And after the feeding, the “beguile” state would gradually transform into a “satisfied” state.

That was the sense of elation Aiwass felt when she first woke up—And if one remained under the beguile state without being satisfied for too long, it would turn into a state of emptiness, where they would beg the vampires to make demands of them, to draw their blood.

Beguile is a curse, thus it can be dispelled.

However, the cursed ones cannot dispel it themselves—because they wouldn’t want to resist their own master.

If subjected to such a state, it would be impossible to accomplish the task of “Regicide.” That is why the mission offered so many points.

Similarly—with such a state, one could not possibly deceive their own master.

This would also cause trouble for other aspirants’ missions.

Aiwass realized this as soon as she saw the mission requirements.

However, Aiwass knew how to dispel the beguilement curse without purification.

This was also knowledge taught in the classrooms of the Theological Seminary.

Family, elective courses are indeed useful.

As long as these Sons of the Moon attempted to put themselves or those close to them in life-threatening danger, or if they suffered unbearable loss of life and property—to the point where a command crossed the line, the one who was cursed would immediately awaken.

—In other words, if these aspirants wished to act freely...

they needed to find a way to lift their beguiled state first.