Crowley stroked his head gently. The boy then left the house.
Once he did, Ferid laughed flippantly, gazing at Crowley, “You’re so kind.”
“He has just lost his parents.”
“The pagans you killed also had children, I bet.”
“…”
“So, what were we talking about, again?”
“State the conclusion. I’m sick and tired of hearing all the transitory drivel.”
“Men that have no love to give are disliked, you know.”
“I’m chaste, so.”
“Hahaha.” Ferid laughed, but did start talking.
“Well, first, about that high ranking Templar, Nald Vine.”
“Yeah.”
“It seems that soon after he had returned from the war, he was disowned by his family. He really lost his mind, drinking the blood of pigs, of chickens; then killing servants and drinking their blood, muttering all the while that it would grant him immortality.”
“…”
“Sooner or later, the family would become targets of the Inquisition if they kept a man like him around. I’m not sure though if becoming immortal through blood drinking is black magic or some kind of curse…”
“His whole family would be punished if they kept associating with him.”
“That is right. And that is why they abandoned Nald Vine. Giving him a certain amount of money, they disowned him, excluding him from the Vine family. His mansion was pretty much abandoned. But the Inquisition still made no move, because he himself did not get in touch with anyone.”
“In that case, there is no need for evidence to kill Nald Vine,” Crowley commented, and Ferid nodded.
Crowley stroked his head gently. The boy then left the house.Once he did, Ferid laughed flippantly, gazing at Crowley, “You’re so kind.”“He has just lost his parents.”“The pagans you killed also had children, I bet.”“…”“So, what were we talking about, again?”“State the conclusion. I’m sick and tired of hearing all the transitory drivel.”“Men that have no love to give are disliked, you know.”“I’m chaste, so.”“Hahaha.” Ferid laughed, but did start talking.“Well, first, about that high ranking Templar, Nald Vine.”“Yeah.”“It seems that soon after he had returned from the war, he was disowned by his family. He really lost his mind, drinking the blood of pigs, of chickens; then killing servants and drinking their blood, muttering all the while that it would grant him immortality.”“…”“Sooner or later, the family would become targets of the Inquisition if they kept a man like him around. I’m not sure though if becoming immortal through blood drinking is black magic or some kind of curse…”“His whole family would be punished if they kept associating with him.”“That is right. And that is why they abandoned Nald Vine. Giving him a certain amount of money, they disowned him, excluding him from the Vine family. His mansion was pretty much abandoned. But the Inquisition still made no move, because he himself did not get in touch with anyone.”“In that case, there is no need for evidence to kill Nald Vine,” Crowley commented, and Ferid nodded.
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