The sweet smell floating in the air gradually dissipated.

It was an aroma that reminded Paul of lychees, burning rosin and warm rose wine.

When he gradually woke up from that psychedelic state, he only felt that his body surface was extremely hot, as if he had a fever... In contrast, his body was so weak and his will was so weak.

Qingming.

His first reaction was to roll up his sleeves and look at his forearms.

The hickey that had been there for many years has disappeared without a trace.

——This symbolizes that the charming curse lingering in his body like a nightmare has now disappeared.

He is not an escaped blood slave...in fact, he is still under the control of his master.

It is precisely because of this that his enchantment curse is actively suppressed - that is exactly his master's method.

The eldest lady was curled up quietly in the corner of the sofa, holding the glass of sherbet with a high alcohol content and sucking on it.

The bright red shining in the depths of her pupils became more and more obvious, making her look even more charming.

But she was obviously in a tipsy state... However, the strange, succubus-like and irresistible charm of her body dissipated instead.

"Have you calmed down?"

The eldest lady made a voice as lazy as a cat and looked at him from afar with eyes that were obviously drunk.

And Paul was a little confused: "You...won't you suck my blood?"

Even though he saw the Moon Son a lot, he couldn't help but have an almost non-existent possibility in his mind - maybe, this Moon Son is a good person?

However, the other party's words immediately broke his wish.

"Why, do you really want me to suck your blood?"

But she sneered and said wildly: "Sorry, I am still very picky about the appearance of food. At least it must be at the level of the Eternal Saint - or His Majesty the Pope."

Of course, no one would think that the "level of the Eternal Saint or the Eternal Pope" she meant was really those two.

The implication is that I think I am ugly...

Paul was a little surprised at first - after all, his master liked him quite a lot. When he was seven or eight years old, he would even be shown off to the guests by his master. At that time, he was often anemic, so his

The master will also prepare a lot of rich and nutritious food for him.

But Paul immediately felt relaxed and enlightened, as well as a touch of regret flashing through his heart.

This is the Moon Child that I am familiar with.

As expected, it is still impossible for there to be any good people among the Children of the Moon...

But at this moment, the frivolous words of the young lady with long black hair made him suddenly stunned——

"Although you should be obedient under the charm state... but out of respect for your personality, I decided to wait until you regain your consciousness before I ask you questions."

She said seriously: "It's best to say everything you need to say honestly and don't waste everyone's time. You have already experienced my charm ability, so it's best not to expect that you can resist that feeling."

——Respect for personality?

For a moment, Paul thought he had heard wrong.

But when he looked at the other party's serious expression, he felt that she didn't seem to be lying. And she had indeed controlled both of them a long time ago... If you really wanted to ask something, there was no need to wait until they were completely out of control.

Asking questions. The waiting time was enough for her to throw them out of the window and off the boat after asking for the news.

...Could he be the rare Son of the Moon of the Henga sect?

Paul speculated in his mind. He subconsciously glanced at Dimit, who had just regained consciousness and was holding his forehead and gasping for air, and asked softly: "Are you okay?"

"I just said she was a good person——"

The first words Dimit said when he recovered made Paul couldn't help but cover his forehead with his hands.

...But that's okay. They can't resist each other anyway, and if they make themselves look stupider, they might have a chance to survive.

Paul is different from Demit, his knowledge is much higher than even many nobles.

It is precisely because Paul has experienced the "charm" lock of the Moon Child at the fourth energy level... that he can clearly distinguish that this level of charm ability far exceeds the fourth energy level.

——There is no doubt that it is the fifth level of power.

This means that even if the other party is not a strong person at the fifth level... he is at least closely related to a strong person at the fifth level. No matter what the specific answer is, the other party is not a homeless stray dog ​​like him.

To deal with.

"Your will."

Paul put his right hand on his chest, stepped back slightly with his left foot, and bowed slightly: "I will answer everything I know, miss."

He gave the eldest lady, whose full name was still unknown, an imperial salute that was quite popular among Moon Children.

Sure enough, the other party's attitude improved significantly.

"You can call me Miss Crawley."

Aleister introduced himself thoughtfully, confirming the bits of information Paul had overheard.

Then, "Miss Crowley" asked directly: "What is that chronic toxin that can transform living things into undead? Let's talk about it and complement each other."

"It's a magic potion for the twilight path, invented by Professor Laxmi!"

Dimit responded: "But I remember it has been banned..."

"—It's called 'The Noose'."

Paul gave a more precise statement: "It was not destroyed because the Admiralty thought it might have war value."

"……What?"

Dimit was stunned for a moment and looked at Paul in disbelief: "That's not what you told me!"

"Because if I tell you, you will definitely not be able to help saying it."

Paul calmly replied: "So the professor specifically told me not to tell you about the experiment because he didn't want you to become our 'anatomy assistant'."

He looked at the gray-haired boy and scratched his head, acquiescing calmly. Paul also shook his head slightly helplessly.

You should deny it...

"——Anatomy assistant?"

Aleister straightened up with interest and asked curiously: "What is that?"

"In the Ziggurat, the 'teaching assistant' is actually a teaching tool. It is usually a punishment used by professors when they punish students who have not handed in their homework. Because necromancy is usually used for dead people, but dead people do not

Can talk, so if a living person can withstand necromancy and give feedback, other students can have a deeper understanding of the mystery of necromancy."

Paul explained: "As for anatomy... it means dissecting oneself completely under the supervision of the professor. This process also requires constantly explaining each part to other students... Of course, the professor will put the students back together in the end. But I

I have also heard of a fool who killed himself - the professor had a venomous personality, and when he cursed, the students would get flustered and didn't know what to do, and finally killed themselves on the spot.

"Among the 'Top Ten Unlucky Guys' who died last year, he died in the stupidest way."

"I'm not afraid of pain..."

Dimit emphasized this point first, as if he didn't want Aleister to look down on him.

Then he was silly and happy and said with a smile: "But I have completely forgotten the class last semester!"

...I don’t know why he is so happy.

Paul sighed helplessly.

He and Dimit are of the same age, but their previous living environments were completely different.

Although Dimit is also a second-level transcendent...but his profession is that of a "thief" who can be seen everywhere on the streets.

His best skills are stealing, sneaking, stealing, and unlocking. The reason why he got to know Paul, a top student, was that during one of his thefts, he met Paul who also came to steal things, but was almost discovered by his clumsiness.

As a necromancer of the Dusk Path, Dimit has not even touched the first level yet. However, he has a cheerful personality, and as an extraordinary person who has adapted to the second level of the path, he is very dexterous and at the same time, his strength is stronger than Jue's.

Most necromancers are old. Therefore, he was taken by his mentor as a coolie - his main responsibilities are cleaning and carrying things.

Unlike Dimit, Paul is a fraudster at the second level of the Path of Love - if his master hadn't been sucking the essence of his blood and preventing him from being promoted prematurely, Paul would have already entered the third level.

.

Because before he came into contact with necromancy, he had already reached the limit of the second level of the path of love.

That was three years ago.

There is no doubt that his master did not just train him as a blood bag - not only taught him the common sense of aristocratic society, cultivated his various abilities, and taught him all kinds of knowledge...

This is all because Paul, who is also on the path of love, also has the possibility of being transformed into the path of love.

In order to be able to complete the transformation independently, Paul's path energy level must be lower than that of his master.

She hoped that Paul could be transformed when he was twenty years old, when he was at his most youthful and energetic, so she allowed him to go to school. If he was promoted to the third level at the age of fourteen, there was a real possibility that he would be able to go to school in his second year.

Reach the fourth energy level before the age of ten.

——In that case, Paul cannot be her "son", but can only become her "brother".

The three years of studying in the Ziggurat allowed Paul to become a second-level necromancer.
To be continued...