Shepherd Tantra

Chapter 711 Do You Understand the Real Succubus?

Of course, Aleister did not use the Charming Kiss on him - not to mention that she could not accept kissing a man at all. Moreover, as proud as Aleister was, she simply looked down on this little minion who had just reached the second level of energy.

Once a blood servant has not been sucked blood by the opponent for a long time, the desire to be sucked blood by the opponent will become stronger and stronger.

If the other party sucks your blood, this state of dissatisfaction will immediately turn into satisfaction... otherwise it will turn into unbearable emptiness.

In order to make up for this emptiness, they would even beg their masters to suck their blood. To do this, they would constantly pay the price and give their wealth to the other party as much as possible.

- Unless the Moon Child wants to use this state to seriously injure him or his other important close ones; or ask the other party to make unacceptable financial and physical sacrifices - the degree of this "unbearable" varies from person to person and is related to personal views on money and morality.

For those who are stingy enough, perhaps even one gold coin is unacceptable; and for some people who are already promiscuous, even asking the other party to use their body to make money for them will not remove the shackles of charm.

It is not unprecedented for blood slaves to wake up and escape from the Son of the Moon.

But that usually means that the charm is lifted, and then you suddenly realize what you have done.

But the boy in front of him, who looked only sixteen or seventeen years old, escaped from his master without even removing the charm shackles.

Aleister had never heard of such a precedent - which meant that he had been suffering from the extreme emptiness of unsatisfied enchantment, a feeling of emptiness that could drive even a determined knight mad.

Then it is obvious why he lost control of his mind.

"Is there no blood slave who can remove the charm chain?"

Aleister chuckled and shook his head with some pity: "How dare you? Do you think you can get away?"

And these words fell on Dimiter's heart like a bolt from the blue.

In an instant, he understood many doubts.

Why does Paul, who is just an orphan, know so many secrets... He knows the surnames of various nobles, but he doesn't even know the name of the lord of the City of Knowledge.

Why did Paul know the characteristics and personalities of each aristocratic family, as well as most of the half-true and half-false scandals...why was he so resistant and hateful towards those aristocrats, and full of distrust?

Dimitri also thought that this was because Paul had been hanging around the streets for a long time and had obtained information from underground gangs.

And now he realized that the other party was actually a blood slave!
This gave Dimitri a chill.

Everyone in Xingti knows that no matter how normal a blood slave may look on the outside, he has actually completely turned into a monster on the inside.

They can spend almost all their wealth for their masters, and can also lure or kidnap others that their masters like and turn them into blood slaves at the request of their masters. In addition, there are blood slaves who help their masters to kill, rob, and defraud... Although blood slaves will wake up when their lives are threatened, this characteristic also makes them very easy to be left alone and killed.

It can be said that at least half of the various disturbances in Xingti were caused by various blood slaves.

Unless you can find a priest of the same level to dispel this curse... or you suddenly wake up and break free, otherwise the duration of this curse will be permanent.

——But how can there be so many priests in Xingti?
It was difficult for common people like them to contact the few priests. Even if they could contact a priest, he might not be as strong as the Moon Child who cast the curse.

Even if such a person could be found, it would be difficult to kidnap the blood slave who was trying his best to resist.

As long as their masters tell them to "stay away from churches and priests as much as possible," they will regard anyone who tries to take them to church as an enemy who wants to murder them.

Dimitri hesitated subconsciously... because based on his understanding of Paul, he was afraid that when he met Paul, Paul was already a blood slave.

But he didn't know whether the other party became friends with him out of his own will... or approached him under the "master's order"? How much of his behavior was from his own heart? Was he trying to use him to hide his identity?
But he only hesitated for a moment before standing up.

He did not dare to resist the noble lady, so he knelt down, held Paul's shoulders, and shook his body hard: "Wake up, Paul! Wake up... Do you want to suck blood? You can suck my blood..."

Demeter had no idea what blood slaves were, but he tried his best to help based on his limited knowledge as a poor man.

His words even made Aleister laugh.

"Blood slaves don't need to suck blood, little one."

The beautiful girl with long black hair who looked a few years younger than him just chuckled and then gently kicked him away.

She lifted Paul's chin with her foot, causing his empty eyes to gleam with fascination, and his pupils, which had been completely dilated, to focus on her.

This was already a deep state of enchantment. It wasn't formed once or twice... but rather came from long-term bloodsucking.

"She looks average."

Aleister commented.

Of course, this was based on her aesthetic standards. Objectively speaking, this black-haired boy with a few freckles could be considered handsome... However, for Aleister, who was surrounded by handsome men and beautiful women, this was only the average level of her classmates in the seminary.

"Who is your master?"

Aleister asked. "Please suck my blood, Master..."

Paul didn't answer, but just murmured foolishly.

Aleister thought about it and changed the question: "When did you start following him?"

"Drink my blood, please, Master..."

Paul begged.

Aleister raised an eyebrow, realizing what Paul was trying to do.

——He couldn't control his own state of enchantment, so he wanted to cover up the enchantment shackles on himself by means of "changing a master".

"……Ah."

She suddenly laughed: "I don't believe it..."

As she spoke, a card suddenly appeared between her fingers.

Dimitri didn't see the pattern on the card clearly...but judging from the size, it looked like a tarot card.

But then, the card suddenly turned into a red halo and disappeared.

Then, an intoxicating fragrance began to spread in the room.

Almost instantly, Dimitri felt his consciousness gradually melt away... the whole world seemed to be pulling away. He couldn't tell what the aroma was, and the only words he could think of were "Fuck, it smells so good."

In this dazed state, he vaguely heard intermittent inquiries:

"...Who are you?"

"We are... students of the Ziggurat."

In comparison, Paul's voice is clearer.

"What are you doing here..."

When Dimitri heard this question, his heart tightened.

He vaguely realized that this question must not be asked out loud - but he did not want to stop the other party from asking, nor did he want to stop Paul from responding.

An extremely urgent desire to be rewarded and praised made him answer directly: "The professor asked us to spread the reagent into the sea on the high seas."

"why?"

Finally, "she" turned her face towards him, and her voice instantly became clear.

It was a face that reminded him of the Supreme Goddess - even though he couldn't see it clearly, he felt it was the ultimate beauty.

He is willing to do whatever it takes to make the other person happy.

"I don't know what it is exactly, but the professor asked us to keep it secret. It's said to be studying ocean currents and the migration of marine life..."

"You necromancers also study oceanography?"

The other party's mocking voice sounded.

But Demeter was so ashamed that he could not provide more information.

However, at this moment, Paul suddenly said: “Actually, it is a study of the accumulation of a chronic toxin in the food chain that can transform living things into undead.

"—my master participated in this experiment."

He succeeded in saying something unfavorable to his master.

Aleister smiled with satisfaction.

She did have a way to help the other party get rid of this state... The dispelling mode of the flame butterfly could play this role. However, exposing one's dispelling ability was not a good thing.

But after all, isn’t enchantment also a kind of charm?

What kind of charm can compare to the real "charming aura"?
——Under the coverage of the true succubus aura, these weaker charms will be destroyed and disintegrated in an instant!

(End of this chapter)