Fifty years after signing in, I became a blood clan boss

Ancestral land of the Blood Clan, Nikara, the city of Lemia.

The huge underground palace is dimly lit, and the candles flicker behind the grid, and the light and shadow of a group of people can be faintly seen.

About a hundred people, their bodies were wrapped in wide black robes, and they stood in awe and awe.

The three people standing in front of the crowd were dressed in red robes, full of lofty majesty, and it was clear that the awe of these people was dedicated to these three.

They also rightfully enjoyed the reverence of the crowd, because in the city of Lemia, only “nobles” were entitled to wear red robes.

There is no doubt that these three blood clans have noble blood flowing in their bodies.

“You were originally all the dust people of Nikara, the last blood of the lowest bloodline.”

One of the nobles spoke, his tone full of pride:

“If it weren’t for the lack of some people in the city of Lemia, you wouldn’t have had the chance to set foot in this sacred place in your lifetime, understand?”

Whether it’s the expression or the tone, this guy is super bad.

But none of the hundred and ten people in the field dared to squeak.

“Okay, let’s start arranging for you to follow the adults who will serve, in order, one by one.”

……

Fang Qingyan, who was standing at the back of the crowd, sighed in his heart.

He wasn’t originally from this world.

Reborn is born again, although it is and reluctantly accepted.

But respawning as a vampire is crushing.

Even people can’t do it directly!

And it is also the last blood family with the lowest bloodline….

“Your name is Edward, right? You have been assigned to the name of Count Kastani, and someone will send you to Lord Count’s mansion later, and someone will arrange for you to do the specific work at that time. ”

Fang Qingyan was stunned for a second before reacting, Edward Dracula, is his name in this world.

So he quickly bowed and said, “Okay, thank you, my lord!” ”

The red-robed man glanced at him obliquely and teased: “Count your boy lucky, Count Castein is notoriously good-tempered, remember to serve the master well and do your job well after the past.” ”

Fang Qingyan didn’t know what kind of thing this Castein was, but he still subconsciously nodded and said yes.

After the group was assigned, someone led them out of the side passage.

Although the last blood clan is the lowest vampire, but now it has become a noble attendant, and its status has risen a lot, at least it will be called the “new generation blood clan” rather than the “last blood clan”.

…… Although the meaning is the same.

……

At this time, it was the third pole of the sun, and the vampire’s “seeing the light and dying” attribute made all blood clans have to wrap themselves in tight and heavy robes.

After leaving the underground, Fang Qingyan quickly got into a carriage and was sent to the “master’s” mansion.

In addition to the guides, there were three young men who, like him, had been chosen as noble attendants.

But neither of them spoke to each other.

In this way, he silently came all the way to the luxurious mansion of Count Kastein.

The big iron gate opens.

An old housekeeper walked out, and after a brief conversation with the guide, he looked at Fang Qingyan and the three.

“You guys come first.”

……

“You will be responsible for cleaning the garden and cleaning Lord Count’s study every day. The study needs to be cleaned twice a day, once in the morning and once in the evening…”

“Regarding salary, ordinary meals are provided twice a day, blood food is provided once, three silver coins are issued every month, and two sets of clothing are replenished a year…”

Fang Qingyan followed behind the old butler with a confused look, walked around the mansion inside and out, and then was taken to a small room.

“This is your future residence, don’t run around except for work, although Lord Count has a good temper, if you make a serious mistake, you will still be executed!”

Present, and deliberately explained.

Finally, it’s time to be alone.

Fang Qingyan watched the old housekeeper walk away, took a deep breath, pushed open the door and entered.

The arrangement inside is very simple, one bed, one table, one chair and one cabinet.

Although shabby, it is also neat.

After locking the door, Fang Qingyan’s expression suddenly became vivid, and the previous wooden flute was swept away.

Pretending to be honest is just to save your life.

He’s actually smart.

“I have to find a way to leave this ghost place and go to cities and countries where there are humans…”

As soon as the thought arose, Fang Qingyan suddenly became a little frustrated, “With my weak strength now, I may not live more than three minutes after leaving the City of Lemia!” ”

The world is dangerous!

The blood tribe is just the tip of the iceberg, as far as he has learned so far, in addition to the blood clan, there are demon races, beast races, demon races, giant races, angel god races… A lot of powerful races.

They all see each other as aliens.

Even the knight magicians among the human races will be mercilessly killed once they discover the blood clan!

In contrast, staying in the ancestral land of the Blood Clan to survive is a better choice.

“To put it bluntly, this is a world where strength is respected, and the law of the jungle eats the strong.”

Fang Qingyan clenched his fists and clenched his teeth, “The best result for a weak last blood clan like me is to become someone else’s servant, and only by serving the strong can you survive…”

He was reluctant.

But what is the use of having no background, and having no bloodline, and being unwilling?

Tomorrow morning it is not necessary to obediently put away the extra thoughts, and honestly clean the garden and study for the “master”.

The Bloods are a highly hierarchical race.

Here, blood determines everything, noble and lowly, already doomed from birth.

The lowest pariah is the “last blood”, the untouchables of the blood clan.

Above the last blood clan, it is the “traditional blood clan” at the civilian level.

But it’s just civilians.

In the city of Lemia, the only people who really have a position of power are those “nobles” who are high.

Barons, viscounts, counts, marquises, dukes, princes…

Even the lowest barons have scenery unimaginable to commoners!

“Gan! Is Lao Tzu destined to be a lowly servant all his life? ”

Fang Qingyan wanted to vent the anger in his heart, but he was afraid that the partition wall would have ears, and in the end, he only dared to whisper.

If the old butler found out that this little servant had a different intention, then he would definitely die!

“Ding! The check-in system has successfully awakened! ”

“The system has been successfully bound to the host, can I check in here?” Yes/No. ”

……

Listen to the voices coming to your head.

Fang Qingyan’s spirit shook suddenly… System!

Doggy! I knew that heaven would not be so cruel to Lao Tzu!

Fang Qingyan, who has been immersed in web literature for many years, certainly knows what this means.

…… His Goldfinger is online!