Chapter 309: Interlude
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The outskirts of Tours, in a grand hall within an ancient castle steeped in history.
The surrounding walls were lined with sconces, upon which milky-white candles rested. The orange candlelight, emanating from the burning wicks, illuminated the entire reception hall.
In the center of the hall, two mobile beds, much like hospital gurneys, were placed. A figure lay flat on each.
"Ah—!" Blood, his entire body bound in gauze imbued with a healing concept, opened his mouth, allowing a Dead Apostle maid to slowly pour sweet blood into it.
"Not the blood of a beautiful boy—bad review!" Blood swallowed the blood, frowning, his face showing disgust.
"Blood, how do you even know it's not the blood of a beautiful boy? Is your tongue more sensitive than my nose?" Fou, crouching beside Altrouge's jade-like feet, wagged its tail, silently retorting.
"Spare us a word, Blood. If you hadn't spent so long sucking blood earlier, we wouldn't be in such a miserable state," Strout, lying beside Blood, said slowly, impassively enjoying being fed by a maid.
Caught off guard, the two had suffered Gransurg's anti-Dead Apostle specialized attack.
Though both were powerful and had struggled to survive with grievous injuries, they were subsequently carried thousands of miles by Gransurg's Dead Apostles to evade Arcueid's pursuit.