The smell of blood was thick in the air. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Monica remembered what Speaker Eddie had told her, only that the bodies of the fallen soldiers had been cleaned up shortly after the battle ended at dusk. What a pity for fresh flesh and blood! Monicala tightened her cloth cloak, and the cold night breeze blowing from the seashore made her a little uncomfortable - in Cemetery City, there was no such thing as wind.

"The lady!"

Someone shouted. Monica stopped and looked over to see that it was a patrol soldier who had stopped her. She quickly checked to see if any of the vampire's outward features had been accidentally exposed—the soldier, or rather, a patrol of soldiers, was walking towards her.

"Ma'am, there is a curfew in Afron tonight, and it will start at nine o'clock in the evening. It's nearly eight o'clock, and you still have an hour, so go home early! ”

The soldier said to her. It was a young man, with a high protruding nose and a rough flush on his cheeks, a common appearance of a seaside man—he took his pocket watch out of his pocket and looked at it, but when he looked up and saw the delicate face under the cloak, he was a little stunned.

"Miss?"

Seeing that Monica didn't answer for a moment, he cautiously changed his name - he suspected that it was some noble lady in the city who had sneaked out. But right now, the brutal battle that just took place today is not a good time to hang out.

"Today is a little special, let's go home as soon as possible!"

"Home?"

Monica whispered the word in her mouth, and her mind went blank for a moment. The concept of "home" has long been unfamiliar to a vampire lord who has lived for thousands of years. What's more, this is home in Afron? It doesn't seem to exist here.

"Did you quarrel with your family?"

The soldier asked curiously. He thought it was a young lady who had run away from home in a bad mood, and after thinking for a while, he tentatively said, "If it's not too far, I can send you back." After saying this, his face seemed to turn even redder, and although it was faint in the moonlight, his companions around him burst into laughter.

Monica's hand reached into her pocket. In his pocket, there was a piece of paper - that was the address and practice method left by Victor.

She was stunned for a moment, and the soldier stayed in front of her. She knew that there was no way to continue wandering the streets that night, and she had to make a choice: go back to the tavern? But the men's dripping gazes made her a little uncomfortable, although she only needed to stretch out a finger to kill those insects, but this was the surface human world, and she knew that there was such a thing as "law", and it was not her purpose to kill people easily; So, go find that mercenary?

Monica clenched the piece of paper in her hand.

"No...... No, I ...... I'll go home. ”

She suddenly stumbled and hurried forward. She heard someone making fun of the soldier, "You kid, everyone else is terrified of you......"

But Monica didn't care about these things.

She hurried through the alleys, the towering lighthouses in the distance glowing orange – iconic buildings like a harbor city. As the only large port in the Northland, Afron is lit up almost every night because of the prosperity of maritime commerce. Although there was a terrible battle in the city today, and a curfew was imposed because of it. The port area is an exception, with the exception of the area, which is more lively than usual.

On the other hand, the southern city is deserted, and the small alley where Monica walks is almost next to the edge of the docklands. In the distance, low wooden houses could be seen, and because of the sea breeze, there were few particularly tall houses in the city of Afron except for those special buildings, in which the laughter of men and the screams of women were faintly heard, and it was said that they were places of amusement for sailors who had gone on a long voyage.

Monica looked at it for a moment, then withdrew her gaze. She took out the piece of paper in her pocket and looked at it, although it was dimly lit, as a vampire had excellent night vision, she could still read the handwriting of the piece of paper clearly.

"'Song of the Ashes' Mercenary Group, Nancheng District, No. 135 Walrus Street."

She whispered.

But at this moment, there was a heavy sound of footsteps in the secluded alley. She looked up, only to see that it was a drunken drunkard, who didn't seem to notice anything, staggered to the corner of the wall, pulled open the crotch of his pants and began to drain the water.

Monica was across from him, and the cleanliness vampire lord frowned in displeasure - the furry thing pointed straight at her, making her feel unusually angry for a moment.

"Are you going to kill this guy?"

She said to herself. Slender and neat hands stretched out from the cloak, and ten red nails quickly swelled, turning into sharp claws that shimmered with cold light. She walked towards the man—the vampire talent had made her figure blend into the shadows of the night, no shadow, no footsteps.

The poor drunkard saw that something was going to happen.

But just as Monica was about to start, her mental power felt a special movement. There is a familiar aura in the movement, it is the Holy Radiance Church! She realized the identity of the comer, and quickly retreated - as a [Transcendent Realm], she believed that her fighting strength would have no opponents here, but rashly exposing it was completely contrary to her original intention of coming to the human world.

She remembered the task entrusted to her by His Majesty!

His Majesty chose her for this mission not only because the vampire clan made it easy to hide her identity, but also because of her usual calmness and sanity.

Monica quickly reverted to her beautiful girlish appearance, she pulled up her cloak, jumped up the wall with a few vigorous jumps, and quickly disappeared into the darkness of the night.

……

"The rancid smell of the undead. Winnie, did you find out? ”

Lady Alyssa, a knight, dressed in a gorgeous silver armor with intricate magic patterns, asked the priest Winnie beside her. After returning to Afron, she and her companions Cody and Lars went to the Church of the Holy Radiance to deliver the mission, in addition to learning the remaining two styles of [Radiance Blessing Sword Technique], the generous Bishop Vera also gave her this set of [White Frost] - this is a set of high-level suit armor, which belongs to the collection of the local church. Although it was safe to receive this item as a reward for the mission, she was deeply flattered when Bishop Vera handed it to her.

So, when she heard about the undead in Afron this time, she pulled her companions Cody and Lars and enthusiastically participated.