A strange world

The Minotaur convoy disappeared at the end of the road.

Annan took out the crumpled note.

But it was not a message or confession from Tasia, but a simple tree with branches spread out and a strange shape.

Unable to guess what Tasia wanted to express, Annan temporarily put away the note and low mood and returned to the town.

Just as Annan turned around, a shadow flashed across the bushes on the roadside.

Before going out, Annan asked Martin to take the keys and ask for leave, so he was in no hurry to return to the library. He first went to the tavern and handed the kobold to Soruman Bronzebeard.

Gold is not equivalent to gold coins - the smelted pure gold needs to be exchanged to the Church of Wealth or the government at a certain ratio. Privately minting gold coins will only suffer a terrifying attack from the divine power to the royal power.

However, the tauren clan leader gave a lot. Even if it was smelted and exchanged for the government, it would be more than enough to buy Annan's three carts of grain.

Although the debt for the magic materials has still been paid off.

Then Annan went to the library and saw Mr. Victor guarding the door. He saw that the library door was locked.

"Annan!"

Victor's right hand, which was holding the cane, was shaking.

Bad luck...the old man is angry...

"I asked Martin to come here with the key, didn't you see him?" Annan said loudly, looking around and asking about Martin's whereabouts, and finally ran back to Aunt Susan's house - but did not find Martin who was still sleeping in.

Annan, who was walking around the library and wondering if he was lazy and forgot to lock the windows yesterday, found Martin in the alley behind.

"What are you doing here!?"

"Shh..." Martin sneaked up to Annan and whispered, "I think asking for leave should be done quietly."

After getting the key back, Annan asked Martin to go back to sleep, and returned to Mr. Victor dejectedly: "I'm sorry, sir, it's my fault..."

The mistake was actually asking Martin to help.

Mr. Victor snorted back, but Annan knew that the matter was over.

Opening the door, Annan opened the windows to ventilate and clean away the dust. At this time, Mr. Victor suddenly frowned and said, "You smell evil."

Annan lowered his head and sniffed, realizing that the old man was not talking about the smell: "I went to see Tasia and her people off in the morning."

Victor said nothing more.

The rest of my life is back to normal: reading books, locking the door in the evening, and heading to the pub.

Annan needs to pass through an abandoned street to go directly from the library to the tavern every day. He does not need to go back to Aunt Susan's house first and then go to the tavern.

But something unexpected happened today.

When passing an empty abandoned house with no doors or windows under the sunset, the shadows cast by the eaves suddenly turned into a net of shadows, wrapping Annan and pulling him into the abandoned house.

The scattered shadows let go of Annan and converged into a silhouette - the guy who had been stalking outside the tauren camp.

"It's you!"

The shout made the guy approaching him stop. Just when Annan thought this, he noticed an afterglow entering the room, forming a grating between him and the shadow.

The shadow seems to be afraid of the light, lingering behind the grating and not daring to get close.

But as the sun sets, the light barrier is gradually rising, and Annan has walls behind and to his sides, with nowhere to escape.

"you know me?"

The shadow that struck Annan whispered hoarsely.

"I don't know you." Annan looked for a way to escape and replied, "But I saw you in the tauren camp last night."

Shouting for help?

Even if someone hears it, it will only be civilians.

"Are you staring at the tauren?" Annan continued to talk to the shadow.

"Staring? No... no! I followed them!" The shadow seemed full of resentment, "I was forced to endure their bad body odor, hiding far away and licking the coagulated blood after they drove away the beasts, only occasionally Only when you encounter an immortal beast can you drink blood..."

"Are you a vampire?"

"Lowly commoners actually know about my tribe?"

The shadow moved forward now, closer to the light, revealing its outline—pale cheek, high collar, exposed fangs. Overall consistent with the legendary vampire.

A glimmer of hope emerges from the despair - it is better to become a blood servant than to be drained of blood.

"Why follow the tauren? There are towns everywhere, aren't they?"

Annan kept chatting, and the vampire seemed happy to talk:

"Because those damn hunters... whenever I attack you, they come out of the gutter and attack me!"

"Are you talking about the 'Vampire Hunter' who is a guest at the Dawn Tavern not far away?" Annan, who found the opportunity, emphasized the emphasis on the two words.

The moving grating on the ground has revealed a gap, allowing the vampire to come over. Annan can only stand in the grating to avoid looking for opportunities...but the vampire fell into silence for no reason.

Annan continued to test and said: "You are so downtrodden... I mean you are forced to follow the tauren and eat scraps... I mean, I can understand your desire for blood, but if you are exposed because of sucking my blood, …”

"I forgot to mention that my boss Fast is still an elite warrior. If I don't go to work, Mr. Fast will come with vampire hunters... Mr. Fast was also worried about me when I was at the tauren camp last night. Come here..."

…

"I'm the boss, not the guy serving drinks."

Mr. Fast's face was expressionless.

A shining golden coin was slapped on the table, and the fat woman in luxurious clothes continued to look at Fast.

“…Evelin, give me the wine!”

…

"But I'm fed up with the stinky beast blood and coagulated blood clots!" The vampire roared like a vent, and the escaping power touched Annan's immature magic vortex, pushing it to accelerate and spin.

There were very few gratings left at his feet, and Annan had no time to notice the changes in the magic vortex, so he added the final weight:

"You know the Warlocks Protective Association? They protect warlocks, and I am a warlock."

"……I'm done."

The vampire began to whisper like a dream. The vampire who was about to lose his mind was more dangerous than before. Annan could only say: "If you really want to drink... bring a bowl and a knife, and I will drain some blood for you."

"I don't dare to break into a house!"

"Then go buy it."

"I do not have money!"

Annan tossed some more copper coins to the vampire.

"You will run away if I leave!"

Annan was still feeling the pain of those copper coins: "If you don't believe me, just give them back to me."

The vampire's caution still defeated his desire, and he turned into a shadow and disappeared into the wooden house.

Annan didn't know if the vampire had really left or was waiting in some shadow. Not long after, the vampire reappeared with a wooden bowl and a kitchen knife.

Annan regretted that he had missed the opportunity to escape. He gritted his teeth and held the kitchen knife, avoiding the artery in his wrist and lightly scratching it. A line of blood fell into the wooden bowl, and when it reached about half of the bowl, the wound stopped bleeding.

The vampire eagerly grabbed the wooden bowl and drank from it, his pale cheeks stained with scarlet blood.

Fortunately, after sucking blood, its mood gradually calmed down, its tone was no longer anxious, and its voice was no longer hoarse.

"Well...I take that back."

"Which sentence?"

"As for saying you are a lowly commoner... you are actually a pretty good human being."