Pursuit of the Sun 1.2

Ottar thought again. And there was indeed something to think about... the option of selling the blood sounded clearly better, but that was for tomorrow... today, he could only go to the castle under the pretext of visiting the constable and, at the same time, find the right knight there. And he could also ask the master if he had any spare human blood in the secret alchemical cellars... but that was already very doubtful. The master, of course, might have already guessed everything from the story with the heart, or maybe not. The limits of his friendliness didn't seem endless.

– Tell me about this knight, master, – Ottar asked. – Is he a follower of the Void or just a simple collector?

A few days ago, the Blooddrinker could relatively easily satisfy his thirst, but now some kind of black streak has begun... But at least he has money. It seems that everything at once is not allowed. Who would doubt it.