Chapter 2768 Lament of the Moon (1)

The sea fog accompanied by the strong wind continued to invade inland, and the ghostly floating clouds were wet and cold. It seemed that the souls who lost their lives at sea were touching everything they could touch with their wet hands.

Even if the coachman didn't say anything, I realized that I couldn't go back today. Those passing villagers took us to the only hotel, which looked very pitiful. But after the long journey my body was jealous and exhausted and I longed for sleep, so I checked in with my luggage and that of Mr Mitiash.

I figured maybe he'd come back, and at least give his belongings back to his family, though he never mentioned any of them.

The situation in the hotel was much better than I expected. There was a worker in a short-sleeved shirt eating supper at the table, and the proprietress was a strong middle-aged woman with a garlic wreath on her head.

Women have a maternal side in their nature, which makes them sensitive to our restlessness, as if we were the sobbing baby in their arms.

Mrs. Harker was sympathetic to what happened to me, and she took me to a small room on the second floor. There was only a bed with a clean white sheet in it, and a washbasin, but it was enough for me.

"You wait a moment."

Mrs Harker said just as I was about to end this dreadful day.

Not long after that she brought a man to my room, a man of medium build, strong, broad chested, with the collar of his pajamas pulled down to his throat, his brown hair a little disheveled, as if he had been awakened from sleep.

"This is Dr. Van Helsing." Mrs. Harker introduced us. "I think you need his help."

I didn't want to talk to him, my mind was very confused by the horrible experience, but because Mrs. Harker was too kind, I had to overcome my fear and tell him that I might need sleeping pills to sleep.

"Excuse my presumptuousness," said Van Helsing. "You don't look like you've encountered a vampire."

He left after speaking, leaving me still immersed in this new mystery.

"What are you looking at?" Sirius asked.

"Vampire hunter," Pomona said with a smirk. "Van Helsing is actually a doctor."

James looked at her strangely.

"I thought you weren't interested in that book," Sirius said.

"Just for fun," Pomona said, carrying it in a crossbody bag.

"Do you think Van Helsing would hunt werewolves?" Remus said with a weary smile.

"He seemed only interested in vampires," Pomona said.

Then on the way, she continued to tell Remus about the plot in the book.

"I" really need sleep, I never liked garlic before, but now smelling the smell of garlic, I feel so full of peace and joy, I fell asleep quickly.

I slept until the sun was up, and I got better. Just as I was sitting on the bed and racking my brains, there was a sudden noise, the sound of horses' hoofs stepping on the rocky road in the yard downstairs and the sound of wheels rolling by. . Excitedly, I rushed to the window and saw two large carriages coming in, each drawn by four strong horses, and a groom sitting in each carriage. Beside the carriage were riders in wide-brimmed hats and high boots, with guns on their backs.

I rushed to the door and went downstairs to meet them because I thought they were coming for me.

"We need fifty boxes of dirt for our experiments," the Coast Guardsman told me, kindly telling me that he was only there to receive the boxes, and that they were doing nothing but "the tedious work of moving boxes." Not responsible.

I felt so weak that I didn't have the strength to be shocked and angry at what had happened.

I went back to the room on the second floor, slept on the bed, and kept thinking about how to fill up the fifty boxes of soil. Then there was a knock on the door without warning, and Dr. Van Helsing came in. He changed his pajamas, The shirt was still buttoned up to the throat, and a white silk handkerchief was in the coat pocket.

"We must discuss what to do," said Dr. Van Helsing, with a serious expression on his face.

I don't want to trust this stranger, but I also have a "big order" of 50 boxes of dirt, and there seems to be no reason for me to refuse this unsolicited help.

"Do you smoke?" said Dr. Van Helsing.

I understood his cue, got up and went out, and smoked with him in the garden.

During the conversation, I learned that he also has a friend, Dr. Self, who went to treat a patient who was suffering from flesh-eating disease.

It made me lose my appetite, even though those London roast cats should have been digested by now.

"Your blood looks pure," said Dr. Van Helsing, his voice natural and direct.

I can only smile wryly at him.

Of course I could fill those 50 boxes with "middle ground" dirt, but if I really want to solve the problem, I still have to go to the castle. Dr. Self is willing to guide us, he is a local.

One or two years ago, this place was not what it is now. At that time, the scenery was beautiful and there were many tourists. Until a group of young nobles from outside, they teamed up to explore Rice's castle.

There was a girl named Lucy, she disappeared in the castle for two days, when people found her, she was sleeping in the forest, she looked like she was tired from walking, her lips were slightly parted, breathing very softly, when someone approached her Immediately stretched out her hand from her sleep. According to the person who was caught, she seemed to have the power of a ghost.

But she slowly opened her eyes in her sleep, she shrank slightly, but still did not lose her grace, and people took Lucy back to the village.

Self examined her, and she was fine except for a silk handkerchief tied around her neck.

"This is the one." Dr. Van Helsing took off the handkerchief from his jacket pocket, and when he spread it out, I found that there were mottled blood on it.

I asked Dr. Van Helsing if she was bitten by a vampire, but his answer surprised me. At least three people gave their blood because of "love".

No one knew why Lucy was left alone. Anyway, since then, the atmosphere in the village has not been peaceful, and livestock disappeared every once in a while.

"Don't mention the word 'drink.'" Dr. Van Helsing said. "Vampires hate lower life forms. They prefer to grab higher life forms."

this means……

"Dragon's blood," Remus said.

"As far as I know, dragon's blood is as magical as wizard's blood," Pomona said. "It's no wonder Romania has so many vampires."

"Here we are," Sirius said, and the conversation between Pomona and Remus stopped.

"I hate cleaning," James said in disgust, with Peter standing behind him, looking terrified.

Sirius used his magic wand to attract the bronze butterfly, let it fall on the mirror frame, and when the mirror revealed the secret passage behind, they went to the room full of large wardrobes.

They used to belong to witches, which can be judged from the few remaining clothes styles in the closet that have not completely decayed, and the rest have either turned to ashes or disappeared without a trace.

"But I remember that there were vampires in Romania before the dragon sanctuary was established." Remus said, "You just said that, like vampires are attracted to dragons."

"Otherwise, why don't you just turn into a werewolf." Pomona said, looking at the big wardrobes. It was much easier to smash them than to move them out.

Remus didn't speak.

"I'm sorry." She immediately realized that she had said the wrong thing.

"How about getting you a dollhouse?" Sirius said with a smile, shrinking a large wardrobe to the size of a palm, the kind used in dollhouses.

She didn't express any objection, who told her to say the wrong thing just now.

So they shrank those wardrobes one by one, emptied more than half of the space, and only dozens of boxes remained.