Vampire Hunter D: Pale Fallen Angel Parts Three and Four Read Free Book Online

the slightest resistance.
    Miska didn’t move at all. All emotion and vitality were gone from her face.
    â€œWhich of the two has become insubstantial, the young lady or my cane?” de Carriole muttered in a disturbing tone. “So nice of you to sell out the granddaughter of someone to whom you were once so indebted.”
    His words of praise could’ve also been taken as a dire condemnation. It was unclear what the old man made of Sai Fung worrying his lip as he looked down at the floor. But employer or not, it was strange that the fighting man didn’t show the slightest hint of anger at that remark.
    â€œAs for the young lady—since she was traveling with Lord Byron, she should certainly be brought to Lord Vlad. However, before we do that,” the old man said, peering into the paralyzed beauty of her face, “there’s something that intrigues me. This face also holds the face of something else that lurks within her. However, exactly what that is—”
    And then, the old man turned to Sai Fung and said in a tone that made the man swallow hard, “I thought that to find out what that other thing is, we might pit it against you—how about it?”
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    â€œFisher Lagoon’s” was a towering mansion at the western extreme of the village of Krauhausen. In terms of scale, it was a far cry from the castle Vlad Balazs kept in the center of town, but on the other hand, it was every bit as opulent. Every night, richly colored lamps lit more than a hundred windows, while everything from the strains of classic instruments like the violin, harp, cello, and oboe to electronic music patterned after that of the Nobility flowed serenely from the structure. No expense had been spared in procuring the finest furnishing, food, and drink from the Capital—to say nothing of the supple women. The village of Krauhausen maintained the greatest stock of “resources” in the region, and it was for this reason that it had a constant stream of visitors, not only from neighboring villages, but from far across the Frontier as well. Actually, the entire mansion was a huge entertainment center—an enormous pleasure palace.
    In one room of the building filled with coquettish female tones and reeling with the aromas of alcohol, perfume, and expensive cigars, Taki and May sat across a great black table from a giant of a man with only one eye. This was the man who’d lent his name to the establishment—one Fisher Lagoon.
    Behind the two girls, Zanus leaned back against a section of wall by the door and kept a frosty gaze trained on all three. Before they’d been seated here, he’d told the two girls, “The owner of this place is quite prominent. And he has a deep sense of morality on top of that. If you explain your circumstances to him, I’m certain he’ll sympathize and agree to help you.”
    And now, as the giant scrutinized them thoroughly, his good right eye gleamed with apparent lechery as he declared, “Good enough. Fifty thousand for the older one, and thirty for the other.”
    It was “the other”—May—that suddenly stood up. Whipping around to face Zanus by the door, she jabbed a finger in the giant’s direction and said, “You tricked us! He’s nothing but a slave trader!”
    Shrugging, Zanus replied, “Well, there’s not much we can do about that. Just tell yourself it’s better than winding up with that Noblewoman.”
    The second Zanus smirked, May’s face flipped right in front of his eyes, both of her feet slamming right into the bridge of his nose before she used that as a springboard to fly at Lagoon’s face.
    At the same time the girl was being plucked out of midair, Zanus gave a shake to his head, a stream of blood trailing from his nose.
    â€œWhat are you doing?! Let go of me!” May shouted.
    â€œAre you trying to get yourself killed? Stop it!” Taki exclaimed as