The waiter was slightly stunned, and after thinking for half a second, he nodded affirmatively:
"I will arrange for the convoy to stop and set up camp. However, this area is crowded with people, and there may be some bad guys eyeing us. It is better for the young lady and the councillor to stay in the car. We will ensure all your needs."
At Bernice's request, the convoy quickly found a relatively flat open space to park. Seven or eight guards with swords filed out from other carriages and stood guard around the two carriages carrying Bernice and Lilith.
Bernice did not go to sleep right away. She resisted her sleepiness and got out of the car. Following a guard with a knife, she trotted to her mother's car and knocked gently on the door.
"Mother, are you okay?"
There was silence behind the door for several seconds before it was slowly pushed open by a slender and well-proportioned hand.
All the windows in the carriage were covered with thick cloth, so it was almost pitch black. As the door opened, the sunlight from outside poured in, illuminating a gentle and bright face in the darkness.
"Bernice...I'm fine."
The mother looked a little dazed. She stared at her daughter in front of her with her red eyes slightly out of focus for a while before she spoke vaguely.
Bernice was shocked when she saw her mother's face clearly. She saw that the face of this "bruise" recipient was obviously much more haggard than in the past few days. She had dark circles under her lower eyelids and her complexion was also very bad.
It was the first time she saw her mother so weak.
"Mother, I want the convoy to stop and rest. Please have a good sleep first. We will continue our journey at night."
Bernice said very worriedly.
Lilith stared at her daughter blankly, but Bernice felt that she was not looking at herself or anyone else. Her gaze was focused on a void point infinitely far behind her.
"Okay... I'll get some sleep first... Be careful..."
After nearly ten seconds, she nodded dully and slowly withdrew her hand to close the car door.
"Really... what on earth were the people of the bloodline thinking? They actually forgot to send the favored ones?! Mother's letter clearly stated it!"
Seeing her mother so haggard because of the mistake in her bloodline, Bernice could no longer remain calm. She stamped her feet in anger and cursed.
But being angry alone would not help the situation, and she knew this. Instead of taking her anger out on the team members, Bernice returned to her carriage and dozed off against the wall.
The fully armed guards stood beside the two carriages, performing their duties diligently to protect the safety of the two men without saying a word.
In the distance, on the barren wilderness, there were sparse corpses of refugees and starving people, like the sores on the body of smallpox patients, emitting the stench of death.
Chapter 490: The bleak road (Part )
Bernice was awakened by the harsh sound of metal colliding.
"Why is it so noisy..."
In a daze, she opened her eyes sleepily, and what she saw was a pleasant darkness.
"Hey, it hurts..."
She subconsciously tried to sit up straight, but a stiff pain came from one side of her neck, causing her to gasp.
"I actually got a stiff neck... ah, it hurts so much..."
It turned out that her head was always against the wall of the carriage when she slept, and her neck was at a certain angle for a long time, causing unbearable muscle stiffness and pain on one side.
She frowned and rubbed her slender white neck, but a question arose in her heart:
"How long have I...slept? What time is it now?"
So she raised her hand and opened a corner of the curtain beside her. The lazy warm yellow light from the outside penetrated into the muddy glass window, coating the interior of the carriage with a layer of golden color.
"It's already evening... I slept for half a day..."
Bernice was slightly startled. She had originally just wanted to take a nap, but she hadn't expected to sleep until almost midnight.
"...Wait, what's going on outside? Why is it so noisy?"
When her consciousness and thoughts gradually woke up from sleep, she was surprised to find that... in the dim light outside the car, a series of messy figures were moving hurriedly.
"Qiang! Qiang! Qiang!..."
The sharp sound of metal collision came again and again.
Mixed in with it were the sounds of chaotic footsteps and...
"Drive them away!"
"Damn, this mob..."
"Over there! They're about to rush in! Go over there quickly!"
"..."
The attendants and guards shouted anxiously and angrily.
"What's wrong?!"
Bernice felt as if a bucket of ice water was poured over her head, and she became completely clear-headed both physically and mentally.
She immediately opened the car door and shouted to the flustered entourage around her, half in surprise and half in confusion:
"What happened, these people...what's going on?"
As soon as she got out of the car, she was stunned.
With the help of torches in the hands of some of her followers and the faint evening sunlight on the western horizon, she could see clearly the environment in which her caravan was located.
I saw a dozen followers, whether they were combatants or not, all surrounding the carriage as if they were facing a great enemy, looking in all directions outside with particularly vigilant eyes, forming a "line of defense".
The metal collision sound she heard before was the sword-wielding guards striking their weapons vigorously, using the shining sharp blades and sharp crisp sounds to threaten and drive away the group of people in front of them.
That large group of emaciated refugees.
Bernice couldn't tell how many people there were at first glance. Her field of vision was crowded with dishevelled heads, which made her spine cold and her heart skip a beat.
"Miss, please get back to the car! This mob is trying to steal our stuff!"
When the leader of the receiving convoy saw Bernice coming out, he hurried forward and said in a panic.
Only then did Bernice realize that there was a bonfire burning in the open space in the middle of the convoy, with a simple wooden frame on top and a large iron pot stuck on it.
As the flames burned, the fragrant smell of rice and flour wafted out of the pot and spread across the wilderness.
Dozens or even hundreds of refugees gathered around the convoy, their sunken eye sockets revealing a greedy and eager green light like that of a jackal.
Without exception, all eyes were focused on the iron pot in which food was being cooked.
Faced with the threats from their followers, they seemed to be somewhat afraid of the gleaming swords, but no matter how the followers cursed and drove them away, they showed no signs of retreating.
Bernice was extremely shocked by the scene before her, which was a scene she had never witnessed in the past ten years of her life.
"...What are you doing?"
At this time, Lilith's tired voice came from another direction.
Bernice turned her head and saw her mother push the door of her carriage and get out, her sleepy face full of confusion.
After sleeping for almost half a day, the mental state of this "blood stasis" recipient finally improved a lot. Although he still had obvious dark circles under his eyes, he was no longer as unconscious as before.
The team leader rushed forward to explain, but Lilith looked around first, taking in the nearby scene with her red eyes.
"...Damn it."
After seeing the surrounding situation clearly, she instantly understood the current situation of her group and said to the leader with some anger:
"Are you an idiot?! How dare you cook in a place like this!?"
The leader was scolded by the Blood Councillor, and his face turned red. He defended himself in a low voice with a slight grievance:
"Mr. Congressman, you and the young lady need to rest. We also want you to have a good meal after you wake up to recover. Who knew that these lowly people would swarm over us like cockroaches smelling something..."
Lilith was furious, but as a leader in a high position, she knew that scolding her subordinates at this time was meaningless. She suppressed her anger and said coldly:
"Put out the fire immediately, drive the people away, and we will break camp and eat after we leave this area!"
"Okay, okay, okay..."
The leader nodded repeatedly, not daring to say no. In fact, he had originally planned to do so, and Lilith's order was almost consistent with his own plan.
"Over there, put out the fire! Pack up everything!"
The leader changed his previous humble and submissive demeanor and gave orders to his followers with a stern look on his face:
"And you, drive this mob away. Show them what you can do to those who don't obey. Don't show any mercy!"
There was no need for him to emphasize this. The guards with swords had long been disgusted with those skinny and filthy refugees. After receiving the order from the leader, they immediately kicked away the nearest refugee without mercy:
"Get out of here! If you dare to make trouble, I'll kill you!"
Although they did not use weapons, the guards were all pure and orthodox vampires. They were born in the "embryo" realm and their strength was equivalent to that of an "apprentice" or "tempered" human transcendent.
Those who can become the guards of the "Blood Senator" and her daughter are all at the peak of "embryo" and just one step away from "germination". Their physical fitness is much stronger than that of ordinary people, and the power of their kicks can be seen from it.
How could these refugees who were so hungry that they could barely stand bear it? The man weighed about 40 kilograms and flew backwards, falling unconscious four or five meters away without a sound, and no one knew how many bones he had broken.
"Get out of the way! Get out of the way! Swords have no eyes!"
"Damn, it's so dirty, this thing is like dog shit."
"Pah, pah, pah, disgusting, so disgusting."
"These humans are so despicable..."
The followers roared at the top of their lungs and swung their swords, making terrifying whistles in the air.
The refugees also realized that this group of people would definitely not be polite to them, and they all dispersed.
There was no speaking, no praying, and no cursing. He just moved his hunched and dirty body bit by bit, disappearing into the falling night and becoming invisible.
But those eyes, revealing millions of longings, did not leave the iron pot that had been turned off and closed until the very end.
Chapter 491 Confusing Attack
Chapter 2 will be updated at around nine o'clock.
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After dispersing the refugees, the followers quickly packed up various items including cooking utensils, and skillfully loaded them into the carriage that transported the supplies.
After a while, when it was completely dark, the convoy was ready to go.
Seeing that the followers were very skilled in their movements, Lilith estimated that nothing would go wrong, so she did not stay outside any longer and turned back to the carriage.
"……Um?"
When she turned around, she saw Bernice still standing there blankly with a very subtle expression, so she stepped forward and asked gently:
"Bernice, what's wrong? Aren't you going back to the car?"
"..."
The daughter of the Blood Councillor pursed her lips into a line and did not speak immediately. Her red eyes stared at the thick night without knowing what was going on, a darkness that could not be reached by the light of torches and oil lamps.
"……nothing."
She seemed to want to say something, but in the end she just sighed, shook her head gloomily, and did not continue talking to her mother. She turned around and walked towards her carriage.
"This child..."
Lilith looked at her daughter's slender back, feeling somewhat puzzled, but not too worried. In addition, the long-term continuous activation of the grace of the "Ancient Moon" made her brain a little numb, and she did not have the energy to think about too many things at once.
Dragging her exhausted body, she returned to the car and sat on the edge of the single bed.
Just under her bed, a coffin with a large number of complex spiritual runes on its surface was fixed to the floor of the carriage.
About three minutes later, all the followers were in their positions and the surrounding space was cleared and tidied up.
"set off!"
The leader shouted, and several drivers whipped their whips, urging the horses to gallop.
"Whoosh!"
The snorting of seven or eight horses drowned out the sound of the vibrating bowstrings coming from the night.
At a moment when no one realized what was happening, more than a dozen pitch-black arrows pierced through the darkness, leaving behind whistling sounds as they hit their respective targets in unison!
“Wheeze!!!——”
Half of the arrow was nailed to the horse's torso and thigh, and in an instant only a small part of the thick and hard arrow shaft was left exposed. Suddenly, a painful neighing resounded through the night.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!..."
