"Lord Eriv." Looking at the much younger familiar face, Leon slightly breathed a sigh of relief.
Whether it was Balfe or Count Eriv, although both had been turned into vampire undead, they at least seemed to maintain the sanity they had in life.
This result was far better than their souls being imprisoned in the hands of some high-level undead.
"Could you turn off the Guardian Spirit Holy Lamp in your hands first?" Eriv raised his hand with a smile and said, "When I was alive, I quite enjoyed the warmth from that magic lamp, but now for us, getting close to it feels like being near a flame."
Kovis cautiously looked towards his lord.
Leon nodded and tapped the tail blade of Garner with his right hand.
Sparks of hot elements flew out from the magic rune unfolding at the wand's tip, with a bang, landing in the hall's braziers and chandeliers.
Once the firelight illuminated the surroundings, he and Acro successively extinguished the lanterns.
