They say vampire fangs are elongated canine teeth, but actually this depiction of elongated canines was designed in modern films to make vampires look more attractive.
Not only was Bishop Doxia showing no unusual activity, but even the church had remained silent about the Holy Inquisition Tribunal's destruction to this day, as if it never happened.
And that ambitious Boar Empire, fantasizing about reviving the ancient Divine Noah Empire, was equally quiet.
At the very least, Norton hadn't heard any news about friction or conflict between the two nations.
Norton instinctively felt this was somewhat abnormal, but it didn't matter. He was destined for eternal life - the changes of eras were but a drop in the ocean to him.
"Time is so hard to kill! Is it because of prolonged life that leads to lengthy advancement processes? If all vampires were like this, how could any survive?"
The sun was orange-yellow, not too dazzling, casting a slightly tingling sensation on Norton's body.
He shifted his feet, squatting in the shadow cast by the wall.
In the distant church, missionaries could be seen coming and going, and occasionally someone would pass by him.
Everyone had long grown accustomed to this beggar squatting by the wall - otherwise, that missionary who got sucked dry yesterday wouldn't have come to kick Norton without any suspicion.
Not only were these missionaries accustomed to it, but even Rino City's Low Bishop Goode and Priest Abraham had long grown used to Norton's presence.
Priest Abraham, wearing pure white priestly robes with a hood covering his head, walked hurriedly through the mud-filled streets, quickly making his way toward the church.
He didn't pause at all when passing Norton - years of habit had made him overlook the beggar's presence.
Not to mention that now his heart was full of anxiety, even feeling a thief's guilty conscience, so he paid even less attention to Norton squatting in the corner.
But Norton's attention focused on him.
Norton frowned tightly, watching the priest who had already passed him, hurrying toward the church.
Priest Abraham - he knew him, having seen this priest countless times over the years.
Originally, he was no different from other humans, giving Norton no special feeling.
But today was different.
A strange sensation Norton had never felt before emanated from Priest Abraham, making Norton frown deeply.
How to describe this feeling?
Inferior, low-grade, low-level lifeform, lowly... a peculiar feeling like a higher lifeform seeing a lower lifeform, arising spontaneously when Norton first laid eyes on him.
Norton felt every cell in his body despising this deeply suspicious Priest Abraham before him. Every piece of his flesh screamed 'trash'.
If described positively, it could only be called 'status' - a rather abstract concept.
Norton didn't know why, but when seeing this Priest Abraham, he felt a higher lifeform completely overwhelming a lower lifeform in both status and form.
He felt he could casually crush this thing more worthless than a bug. He felt he could dominate everything about this despicable creature before him!
Inferior, low-grade, low-level lifeform, lowly... a peculiar feeling like a higher lifeform seeing a lower lifeform, arising spontaneously when Norton first laid eyes on him.
"Why do I have this feeling?" Norton had never experienced this kind of bodily, heartfelt contempt toward other creatures before.
Even with the bat that licked his blood, Norton only felt its life hierarchy was many levels below his, without experiencing this kind of hierarchical disdain toward an inferior creature.
It felt like Priest Abraham was something randomly scraped together from pieces of feces found in an outhouse.
He felt he could casually crush this thing more worthless than a bug. He felt he could dominate everything about this despicable creature before him!
What difference was there between this and making a god admit that street feces were his doing? Such a noble lifeform as a god - would he admit it?
Moreover, strictly speaking, this thing wasn't actually created from his flesh and blood. Coal Ball was the product created from his flesh and blood, and Coal Ball was an independent individual. Products created from Coal Ball's blood were completely unrelated to products created from Norton's flesh and blood.
"Why do I have this feeling?" Norton had never experienced this kind of bodily, heartfelt contempt toward other creatures before.
Even with the bat that licked his blood, Norton only felt its life hierarchy was many levels below his, without experiencing this kind of hierarchical disdain toward an inferior creature.
But if a person suddenly turned into feces, it would only make people curious.
This couldn't be blamed on Norton being too weak to detect something accidentally released by his pet. Since the magnetic field emerged, he could perceive the subordinate relationship between Coal Ball, who consumed his flesh and blood, and himself. Mainly because Priest Abraham's lifeform was too lowly, an extremely unqualified product that didn't meet the threshold for Norton's perception to categorize it as related to himself.
As for whether Priest Abraham would discover Norton's abnormality?
Norton had an instinctive feeling that if he didn't let Priest Abraham see him, he could sit in Priest Abraham's lap without being noticed.
If he wanted to target this Priest Abraham, then just letting Priest Abraham glance at him would make Abraham die on the spot!
Norton didn't know where this feeling came from, but he never doubted his instincts.
If His Holiness Adam were here, he wouldn't have this doubt, because gods cannot be directly gazed upon!
The crushing pressure brought by a higher lifeform's status surpasses everything.
It was only because the god was dead and sealed that Adam could lift his head and withstand the terrifying pressure to glance at the Divine Corpse. And even those few glances almost caused problems.
If the god were alive, the moment His Holiness Adam looked at the Divine Corpse, he would be instantly crushed by this life hierarchy pressure!
When lower lifeforms peer at higher lifeforms, their inferior life hierarchies cannot even process the information carried by the higher lifeform's aura.
This lowest-level aura from gods is what they call divine Aura Pressure!
Which is exactly like that instinct resembling breathing that suddenly emerged in Norton recently.