Chapter 795: So Many People Have Arrived
Among them was a vampire in a gentleman’s suit, holding a picture frame from which I had just flown out.
Before I went in, the painting depicted vibrant red flowers and vines, much like Van Gogh’s sunflowers. Now, however, the painting was empty, showing only a desolate land.
I knew that Usum Child was depicted on it, and now that I had sacrificed it, it was naturally gone from the painting.
It was truly an honor and a great pressure to have so many people welcome me. It seemed they hadn’t expected me to fly out of the painting on a strange mount, and they were startled.
As I was still contemplating what opening remarks to make, a vampire in a suit immediately knelt before me and respectfully exclaimed, “Master!”
Seeing this, the warriors in black armor and other vampires also reacted. Simultaneously, they knelt in unison and respectfully shouted, “Master!”
What’s going on? I hadn’t even reacted or said anything, and they were already kneeling so quickly. Do you know me?
Furthermore, this wasn’t a single-knee ceremonial bow, but a double-knee kneel with hands clasped in supplication. This is rarely seen in Europe, usually reserved for religious ceremonies.
However, in a religious sense, I was indeed their superior. But the problem was, how did they confirm I was their superior so quickly when we had never met?
“You, are you the sister from yesterday!?” At this moment, a member of the Baal Order in purple robes pointed at me in surprise and shouted. They remained standing.
This was indeed an acquaintance. These were some of the Death Lurkers I met yesterday at Falbedy Cemetery, who had even held a funeral for me then.
It turned out that the ones who recognized me didn’t kneel, while the strangers prostrated themselves. A kneeling vampire immediately called out to him, “Brother, this is disrespectful! How dare you speak to a Divine Envoy? Can’t you feel her divine aura?!”
Aura? Ah, right! I had just completed a sacrifice, and a massive influx of divine power had entered my body, overwhelming me. I was now filled with Beelzebub’s aura, overflowing.
Now I understood why they had knelt so decisively, without even knowing my identity or status, instinctively sensing that I was a Divine Envoy.
However, this was rather awkward for the members of the Baal Order. It seemed we were impersonating two different aspects of the same god. They believed in Baal, the God of Murder, and the aura of death they encountered daily was quite different from the Gluttony aura I possessed.
But in essence, they could still distinguish it as the aura of the god they believed in, just in a different form. The difference was like one person giving them pounds and another giving me euros.
However, the gods would never make a mistake. If they couldn’t even recognize their own god, wouldn’t that be a laughing matter?
So now, the assassins of the Baal Order faced an awkward choice: whether to recognize me as a Divine Envoy, or rather, Beelzebub’s Saintess.
They believed in the same god, so although their values and doctrines differed, they could still call each other brothers and sisters. Their current relationship was one of equal allies, and Lavias had even sought help from allies when rescuing me.
However, if they acknowledged my status as a Divine Envoy, they would be subordinate to the Church of Gluttony. I would have a higher interpretative authority on divine revelations and great undertakings, and they might have to follow my instructions, which was quite displeasing.
But not recognizing me would be very unfaithful. Not only would the two sects immediately clash, but they might also lose divine favor if they displeased the god.
At this moment, I understood the situation and immediately said, “Everyone, get up, quickly. We are all one family, why such formality? What’s the situation now? Have you lost the enemy? Where are we? Where is Lavias?”
As soon as I spoke, I took the initiative, showing that I had a certain grasp of the situation. I also needed to understand the current circumstances and remind them that now was not the time to dwell on status and empty courtesies, but to quickly move past this topic.
Hearing my words, the Death Lurkers breathed a sigh of relief and bowed slightly to show their respect. The others also got up at my insistence. Kneeling to discuss matters was unnecessary; even at the imperial court, ministers didn’t kneel to discuss affairs.
“Replying to the Divine Envoy, we have lost the City Lord’s lackeys. However, because we used the fly cavalry for a surprise attack, the Pterosaur Knights are still searching in the air. We cannot go out and be seen,” said one vampire. Indeed, the distinctive cries of pterosaurs could be heard in the distant sky.
Fly cavalry, this must be the distinctive aerial force of the Church of Gluttony! Each of those black-armored warriors had a giant fly resting obediently on their backs, but upon closer inspection, they were still quite disgusting.
“We are currently in the Lanbin District, a residential area for the wealthy. It’s late, and the army probably wouldn’t dare to search this area so late, disturbing the sleep of these important figures,” said another Gluttony Believer.
Their rescue operation was indeed well-planned. They stealthily brought the painting into the wealthy district. It was a case of “hiding in plain sight.” The soldiers probably wouldn’t dare to search here, especially since their operation was a secret. I estimated that the mastermind behind the Knight Captain was now afraid of the City Lord finding out.
“As for Count Lavias, he said he would personally cover our retreat and destroy the traces we left, so he stayed behind alone to draw their attention,” said the last black-armored fly cavalryman. I almost forgot that Lavias held a proper noble title.
I guessed as much; tonight’s operation was quite risky. Although the mastermind acted unilaterally, this kind of forceful raid to snatch the painting was a direct provocation to the army.
The identities of the people Lavias brought were too conspicuous. If even one of them was caught, the entire group would be exposed. It was evident that Lavias was desperate to save me, even calling upon his fly cavalry, his own vampires, and his allies.
Therefore, he had no choice but to stay behind to cover their retreat, ensuring all traces were cleaned up, no enemies could follow, and everyone evacuated safely. He was not only bold and meticulous but also immensely powerful.
“Very well, we shouldn’t linger. Hand over the painting to me, and then we’ll disperse and retreat,” I said.
Without any questioning, they handed the painting to me. However, one vampire asked me, “Divine Envoy, aren’t you returning to Falbedy Cemetery with us? How will we explain this to Count Lavias?”
“I’m carrying an important item, and I can’t lead those lackeys to the cemetery. Tell Lavias that I will see him at the Trade Fair,” I said.
