A strange world

The tauren tribe took Tasia away.

But they brought a new friend with them - vampires.

Although Annan and it did not get along well when they first met, and vampires are evil creatures, with Tasia's precedent, it is not impossible to become friends.

The vampire who escaped from hunger started talking a little bit. He followed the tauren tribe from Iska County to Planang's Gift County, and was about to cross the entire north of the Rekaner Kingdom. I was forced to stay after hearing that there was a snow mountain fortress further ahead.

"Have you really never killed anyone?" Annan pressed the wound with a pale cheek.

"No!"

The vampire who immediately denied it felt guilty. It muttered in a low voice that when the Minotaurs moved north, some blind thieves and robbers would try to attack the camp, but they were solved by the Minotaurs without any accident. They don't eat meat, so vampires will come over and drink some of the blood of these dead people that has not dried up...

"They were already dead at that time, not the ones I killed!"

The evil vampire struggles to prove his innocence.

Annan believed it. The light barrier has faded and night is covering the town. The vampire who can kill him at any time has no reason to lie to himself.

But Annan has to go to work now. Worried that vampires will attack the residents after he leaves, he once again reminds them that vampire hunters are in town.

"I won't run around!" The satisfied vampire said hesitantly, "Uh... will you come back later?"

"No, but I can come see you at this time tomorrow."

"You won't tell the truth, right?"

"No."

"Um...can you bring some more blood when you come here?"

Annan was about to refuse, but then he remembered that blood is equivalent to food for vampires, and vampires will do the same things that people do when they are hungry. Regardless of whether they attack people when they are mad as they do now, the livestock in the town will suffer...

And it's obviously not a good idea to come into contact with a vampire who's starving out of his mind.

"Can."

Annan wonders where he wants to get blood for the vampire.

Walking out of the abandoned streets without any setbacks, Annan returned to the tavern with only a few minutes left before opening, changed into his apron and started working.

"Your juice, ma'am."

Annan handed the juice to the lady at the wine table at the counter with a smile. When she took it, her fingers deliberately touched the back of Annan's hand, and the scent of perfume clung to it. Returning to the counter, he picked up another glass of juice and sent it to a plump lady on the other side who looked like Aunt Susan but had more fat than muscle. She stepped over the calf stretched out from the bottom of the table without leaving a trace.

Regular customers like to hide in corners to drink. Those near the counter come for Fast or Annan. Staring at the chest exposed by Fast's unbuttoned shirt, he occasionally looked at Annan to adjust.

There were not many guests today, but Annan had been busy because Martin and Soruman Bronzebeard were sent to spread raincloths on the roof.

The rainy season is coming soon.

The rainy season in the north is not as rapid and continuous as in the south, but it will become more frequent.

After the last glass of beer was delivered, Annan leaned against the counter. The blood loss and busyness made him a little dizzy.

"Are you feeling uncomfortable?" Evelin asked worriedly.

"It's okay, I should have low blood pressure...it just means I haven't eaten enough."

"Here you go."

Evelin handed Annan a candy, and Annan immediately retracted his hand after taking it.

"Thanks."

Evelin's reply was as low as a mosquito: "No, you're welcome..."

It was just a piece of ordinary cane sugar, but it did make Annan feel better. While there was nothing going on in the tavern, Annan approached Fast.

The ladies who listened to the minstrel's story and tasted the juice suddenly became excited.

"Mr. Fast, do you know about vampires?"

"I know. They are as prolific as rat-men in southern cities, and there are fewer of them the further north you go." Fast didn't ask Annan why he asked this - he was used to Annan popping up questions with no reason or logic at all times.

"Are there vampires in the secret society?"

"Of course. But I haven't seen it."

Then Annan leaned towards the bard again, and he sang while playing: "Oh ~ Vampire and Hunter ~ The female vampire was seriously injured and the hunter softened ~ The hunter took care of her, and they fell in love ~ On the night when the female vampire recovered ~ She killed herself My lover~In Crimson City~Don’t fall in love with a vampire~”

When the bard finished playing, Annan asked him what the Crimson City was.

"The royal court of vampires."

Late at night, a large dark cloud blocked the moonlight.

Annan and Martin returned to Aunt Susan's house. Martin skillfully got into the woodshed, and Annan returned to the room, filled the crucible with water, poured a portion of magic ingredients, then stuffed firewood and coal into the bottom of the pot to light a fire, and entered meditation.

I thought it would be difficult to concentrate due to blood loss, which would make the meditation effect worse, but my mind was unexpectedly clear like never before. A steady stream of magical elements poured into the magic vortex, strengthening Annan's magic power.

In the morning, Annan, who was cleaning up the crucible and ashes, recalled last night and attributed it to the magic collision when the vampire released unknown power.

After arriving at the library and cleaning up, Annan approached Mr. Victor and said, "Mr. Victor, I have a friend who knows a vampire. The vampire looks harmless and has never killed anyone."

"Blood servant?"

"My... friends don't know."

Victor looked away from the book: "Did you get bitten by it?"

"It's not me, it's my friend." Annan explained in a subtle way, "That vampire only drinks animal blood and the blood of dead people. Uh... it won't bite even if it drinks the blood of living people. In this case, it will hurt My friend?"

"Third column of bookshelves."

Mr. Victor continued to read.

Annan followed the instructions and searched in the third column of bookshelves, and then found a book called "Crimson Night", written by a vampire named Ulula Dek.

The above describes in detail the royal court of vampires, Crimson City, which the bard briefly led. The story is full of complex love-hate entanglements - vampires seem to really like love and have strong emotions.

Through profiling, Annan learned about some habits, such as a sentence about the proliferation of vampires in the south: "In the southern city-state of Bru, every human will carry a silver coin with him."

In addition to the almost common-sense fear of silverware and sunlight, vampires keep humans in captivity and "protect" them——

When a rat tide threatens to overwhelm a town, nearby vampire families will come in droves to disperse the rat tide and then capture the residents.

The captured humans may be reduced to blood food, or they may be transformed into blood slaves. Annabelle, the heroine of "Crimson Night" fell in love with a blood slave, and then because of this blood slave and a female blood slave Just say a word and kill him——

In the evening, after locking the door of the library, Annan first went to the market next door. The butcher looked at her strangely and asked for a bowl of sheep's blood and pig's blood. Then he went to find a man whose name he didn't know yet. He was chatty, timid, liked to talk, and not that evil. vampire friend.

The vampire did not reject the blood of cattle and sheep, but just burped in a way that made him sick: "It was like eating a moldy rotten apple..."

Through the afterglow of dusk, Annan could clearly see the vampire's thin cheeks, broken collar, and yellowed fangs.