When the Saintess Arrives, No King Exist

Chapter 1162 - 1095: Governor Monica

He called for a servant and watched as he struggled to carry out a weapon known as the "blood contract gun" and place it on the table.With the help of sunlight, Hafali could finally see its full appearance.

It was over half a meter long, made entirely of a red-bronze metal, yet emitted a faint purple sheen.

"Is this copper?" Hafali frowned, tapping the weapon, which emitted a crisp sound.

"I don't know, but it's definitely heavier than copper. This blood contract gun here weighs forty to fifty pounds."

Frowning, Hafali continued to scrutinize this peculiar weapon, feeling an inexplicable sense of discomfort.

The overall structure of the weapon consisted of three parts.

The top was a metal short rod about the thickness of a wrist, with a channel as wide as a pea drilled through the middle.

The middle was a glass bottle, with a goblet-like trace of light red blood inside, connected to the upper metal short rod through several thin copper pipes.

At the end of the glass bottle, a purple-red blood-sucking vine extended from the top of the handle, but it was now withered.

The bottom comprised two handles, with the rear handle featuring something akin to a crossbow's jaw, or rather—

"A trigger?"

Hafali blinked hard, his hand stroking the weapon recoiled as if shocked.

He finally understood where the sense of discomfort came from—this contraption resembled the spring gun of the Thousand River Valley rebels!

Only the gun barrel was a bit shorter, the caliber a bit smaller, with a spring box replaced by a glass bottle.

Hafali finally realized that the word "tube" in Baroque and "gun" in Aer was synonymous with different pronunciations!

"Let me guess, the way this thing attacks is by shooting lead from the nozzle?"

"Wow, sir, you are truly clever," Falan's guild leader immediately gave a thumbs up.

Hafali's expression turned gloomy; he looked at the blood contract gun, and all the previous joy vanished.

How did the northern rebels come up with a weapon similar to the Holy Alliance rebels?

Could they have colluded?

Did he just pledge allegiance to a new master, only for that master to be overturned by the vampire version of the Holy Alliance?

It must just be coincidence, definitely just a coincidence!

He swallowed hard, stroked his chest, and coughed: "Tell me all the details and information, so I can report to the Governor."

After understanding the specific power and usage of the weapon from a few merchants, Hafali called a servant and headed to the Governor's office on the third floor.

"Is the Governor in?" Hafali asked with a smile, to the Governor's personal guard at the door.

The guard didn't even glance at Hafali, speaking indifferently: "The Governor said you can enter directly."

"Thank you, Governor." Hafali bowed towards the closed door before daring to enter with the servant.

Unlike the too gloomy and serious Gothic style of the No Light City, the governor's mansion of Karasibia Province was obviously more lively.

Inside the innermost room, the walls were woven with patterns using white and rose marble.

Both sides of the shelves were filled with flowers and porcelain, along with countless precious collections.

Norn's bear hides, Flower Hill's silks, windmill land's ceramics, white sand land's glass...

Even the precise clock produced by the Thousand River Valley, which could chime on the hour and had a mechanism nightingale sing.

This clock was placed in the most conspicuous position in the second room, clearly liked by the Governor.

In the third room was the Governor's actual office space, the smell of incense wafting out even with the door closed.

Opening the door revealed three large bookshelves, neatly filled with a heap of Imperial and Royal Court poetic works.

The Imperial Knights had social demands for poetry, as did the Royal Court.

Even vampires, with their long lives, had stronger demand and talent for art and literature than the Imperial People.

However, because of the rigidity of their minds and senses, a sense of gloom always overshadowed compared to the vividness of Imperial works.

There's no helping it, vampires are only half alive, and the older they get, the more they resemble zombies.

The noble vampire governor Hafali pledged allegiance to, judging by the art pieces on her bookshelves, was still young.

This youthful Governor, aged one hundred and fifty, was Monica Giovanni, from the illustrious Giovanni clan, one of the noble thirteen clans.

The Giovanni clan was famously known for its pursuit of wealth, seldom residing in the No Light City, and thus its Prince escaped the calamity of the volcanic eruption.

"Governor!" As soon as Hafari entered, he fell to his knees immediately, banging his head hard on the floor three times.

"Hmm... What is it? Lift your head and look at me."

Hafari quickly raised his head, only to see behind the sophisticated wooden furniture crafted by Falan, a tall and beautiful vampire woman seated.

Despite being over 150 years old, she appeared to be just around thirty years old.

Softly curled black hair draped from her temples to her mouth corners, with bright purple lipstick painted on her lips.

Unlike the pale complexion typical of vampires, or the blue-tinged white skin of older vampires, she had the skin tone of a normal human.

If not for the scarlet eyes, it would be hard to recognize her as a noble vampire.

She swirled the last sip of the native Royal Court's purple blood wine in her hand, a bit tipsy, and gazed steadily at Hafari.

"Speak!"

Startled awake, cold sweat immediately formed on Hafari: "Governor, I have brought you weapons from the northern rebel Serafe."

After speaking, the servant beside him laboriously placed the blood contract gun on the ground and clicked it open.

Monica, holding a wine glass in one hand, walked around the desk and effortlessly picked up the weapon with one hand, examining it closely.

"So this is what the northern rebels use... a magical crossbow?"

Hafari immediately raised his thumb: "The Governor is truly wise; the essence of this weapon is indeed a magical crossbow."

However, Serafe's assault army calls it a blood contract gun, usable only by vampires who have signed a blood contract with Serafe and accepted the Holy Grail's blood.

But I've already tested it, ordinary vampires can use it."

Governor Monica tried entangling the blood-sucking vine around her arm: "How ordinary?"

Hafari grinned: "Even blood slaves can barely manage to fire a shot."

The Governor frowned: "How powerful is it?"

"On the battlefield, it's said that a fog of blood spreads, red bullets fly wildly, and one shot can blow a big hole in the chest..."

"Knock, knock!" Monica tapped the table with her knuckles, "Stop exaggerating, what exactly is its power?"

Hafari was straightforward: "Its direct power is equivalent to one shot of blood burst spell but can inexplicably pierce armor at a hundred paces.

However, each shot requires drawing blood from the body to refill the blood bottle, taking about half a minute."

The blood burst spell is a fairly common spell among vampires, utilizing one's own blood to cause an explosion, creating airflow and a loud noise.

When facing Imperial Knights, using the blood burst spell at close range often scares horses, mainly serving as a flashbang.

"Tricks and gadgets, all Serafe can manage are these things." Despite saying this, the Governor's face showed no signs of negligence, constantly inspecting the blood contract gun.

Hafari dared not interrupt, continuing to kneel on the ground.

After some research, the Governor lost interest and rang a bell, summoning an old vampire.

"Can we create this?"

This supervisor responsible for machinery manufacturing flipped the blood contract gun around, thinking for a long time before speaking a number: "... If you agree to this number and time, we can create it."

"So expensive?" Monica put down her wine glass and questioned, "How did Serafe manage to create it?"

Facing Monica, this noble vampire-born supervisor was unafraid: "Your Excellency, when Serafe captured Holy Seat City, they took away the entire empire's best artisans."

"Tsk, I said long ago we should have killed her then, costing us high prices for sugar and spices." Monica shook her head, "Then let's outsource, Hafari, go inquire which merchant guild has the expertise.

Just in time, with Serafe's rebellion, we can distance ourselves from him and use this as a breakthrough with Falan.

Gold is not an issue; I have plenty."

Upon hearing this, a bitter feeling immediately arose in Hafari's heart.

Based on his experience, ensuring completion, this kind of outsourced work would inevitably reach a price trough through continuous outsourcing.

Given the current craftsmanship and experience level on the eastern continent, the work is bound to fall into the hands of the Holy Alliance.

"Understood." He stood up, brushed off the dust from his knees, and stepped forward to leave, only to hear the Governor speak again behind him.

"Wait."

Hafari instantly turned around: "Does the Governor have any other instructions?"

"Your merchants are well-informed; find out how this thing ended up in the hands of those vampire gangs.