Chapter 102:
“I can hardly imagine how so many people managed to survive in the dangerous Blood Vulture Halls? And they lived for ten whole nights, where did they get their food from?”
In the desolate land of the inner city district of Kadman City, upon receiving the news, Miriam, who had come with the camp guards and a group of officials to take charge of the underground survivors, asked skeptically while riding a horse next to Tris:
“Are the Blood Vulture Halls really that vast?”
“The Blood Vulture Clan has been nesting here for 400 years, my child. If the vampires didn’t mind being local rats, we could have easily dug out a new Kadman City underground with our claws. The Halls are so vast that you can’t even imagine. There are also some special spaces distorted by concealment spells.
Nowadays, the younger generation of vampires has no idea how many secret rooms are hidden layer upon layer underground.
Ah, and while I’m on the subject again, I used to have my own luxurious private room in the halls too, you know? Just the bedroom was bigger than my ill-fated manor!”
Tris still had that drunken look.
Being rejected by Murphy and not allowed to join him in the dangerous halls had left Tris quite disheartened. A few hours ago, when she received news from beneath the halls, she had already drowned herself in alcohol, continuing her drunken slumber.
It was Miriam who had to drag her out of bed.