379 The God of Steam’s Arrival (1/2)

Chapter 379: The God of Steam’s Arrival

Translator: Kris_LiuEditor: Vermillion

”You rule everything. You decide life and death. You are the god of gods, the king of kings.”

The movement of the Elder was quite distorted in a weird way, and he moved around in a quite disorganized manner. However, if one observed carefully, one could tell that Augustus' movement was still following some mysterious patterns.

The rest of the dwarves were having a hard time following his movement, and at the same time, they repeated the Elder's words, ”You give us life; you give us food; you give us the courage when facing the difficulties, as well as goodness, integrity, and perseverance.”

At the entry of the palace, four transparent figures were staring at the dwarves' praying.

”It looks like the manner from the ancient magic empire…” said the vampire bride, Tess, using the kindred's talent called Short-distance Mind Communication to the butler Galata, Wells, and the maid Edith. Tess was feeling both amused and confused.

They had found the place where the rebellion force hid!

Both Wells and Edith were blood servants, and they grew up on Night Highland. The farthest place Wells and Edith went to was the castle of another vampire count. They had no idea what the ancient magic empire was, and thus when hearing Tess' words, both of them lowered their heads but did not know what to say. Of course, they did not have access to the study in the castle, and Wells did not even know how to read!

”The old dwarf is acting quite differently. His movement is very complex and distorted,” responded the vampire butler, Galata, respectfully, ”To me, it resembles the ritual dance from the Saint Truth.”

”The ritual dance from the Saint Truth came from the simple magic rites,” said Tess in a low voice. ”Galata, don't you see that the old dwarf is playing the six different roles? The dance should be carried out by six sorcerers in six different directions, using different movements… But he is now dancing all by himself.”

Both Wells and Edith lowered their head even further. They dared not to interrupt the conversation, as they knew that Count Vlad was severely hurt by the divine power of the Saint Truth at the end of a war called the War of Dawn. Count Vlad never completely recovered from it, and thus in the recent several hundred years, the count had been sleeping for most of the time and never left Night Highland again. Therefore, no one was allowed to talk about the Saint Truth except for the noble kindred.

”Madam, you are right,” Galata agreed after a closer observation, ”but their praying song is for sure not a spell, so the rite won't work. I can't tell what the rite is, though.”

”It doesn't matter. It is not going to work anyway. When we catch the filthy dwarves, we will know,” Tess sneered. ”I hate those pastors and preachers. Because of them, my dear Vlad cannot always be with me!”

”We can never know where the rebellion force is without your sharp perception, madam,” flattered Wells. He was worried that Madam Tess' emotion would get out of control.

Tess smiled, ”He is different. Laboring in the mine for three years, he is still energetic and his eyes are still filled with hope. That is not right. I did not expect that he was connected to the rebellion force, though.”

”As you said, madam,” Edith flattered, ”dwarves do not deserve having any hopes. They are animals.”

Seeing that the rite had almost come to the end, Tess raised her hand and commanded, ”Kill them all. Let the bodies dry on the wall.”

”Yes, madam,” answered Galata, Wells, and Edith together.

Harold kneeled on the ground in an extremely respectful manner following the Elder, and they prayed in low voice, ”The great master of life and death! You have mercy on us and you have the great power in your hand. We shall make everyone respect your name. May we get out of the pain and sufferings under your blessing and glory!”

”May your sacred name, Steam, ascend to the top again!”

Harold added in his mind, ”May we rebuild the splendid steam civilization under your blessing!”

Then, he heard a bitter scream!

Harold quickly got up and hurriedly looked at the direction where the scream came from.

Four figures slowly appeared. They were Madam Tess, butler Galata, Wells, and Edith.

Galata's two white fangs pierced through the neck of a dwarf. Wells just cut the throat of another dwarf, and the blood spread everywhere.

A blood servant did not deserve enjoying the blood.

”Why… How did you find this place?” Harold burst out because of the great fear. He could not help trembling.

The beautiful dwarf vampire took out a fine handkerchief made of Black Nightingale from the Kingdom of Holm. She gently wiped the corner of her lips and said, ”It was you who led us here.”

All of the dwarves looked back at Harold. They were all shocked, and their eyes were filled with bitterness and hatred.

”Harold… why?” Aquinas picked up the heavy ax.

”I trusted you!” Myrna's voice trembled.

”I didn't… I… Elder, I didn't!” Harold hurriedly explained, ”Please trust me! I never did this!”

Tess giggled. She signaled to tell Galata not to kill the dwarves right away. She liked watching this.

”I trust you, Harold,” said the Elder. ”If you did betray us, they would have directly broken in.”

Harold almost burst into tears.

Augustus sadly shook his head and then said to the rest of the dwarves aloud, ”You want to fight? Or you want to kneel down?!”

”Steam above!” cried out the dwarves holding their weapons.

Tess covered her mouth and said in a disappointed way, ”Boring… Galata, do it.”