The Iron Castle is silent after dark. The suffocating silence makes it impossible to imagine what exists in the darkness where there is no light in the candles outside? The brass bell on the night watchman's horse is the only sound that comes from the street this night, telling the people who hide in the house that there is still power to protect them, and at the same time warning those who are curious not to step into the darkness at will.

In the room in the tavern, Cheese silently watched the dimly lit streets through the window, and since the sun had set, an unpleasant aura had filled the city. It was not the breath of the living, it was a rotten smell that seemed to come from the soil of a cemetery, and every particle it drifted in the wind carried the smell of death. Cheese's eyes began to glow faintly, and the mage was trying to look at the city at night from another perspective. Based on his observations, Cheese thinks that the curfew issued by the lord is very reasonable.

"I don't remember inviting you in. Cheese, looking out the window, suddenly spoke. It's just that the language in his mouth is not the lingua franca used in the kingdom of the blue lion, but a language with a more obscure pronunciation. As for the person he was talking to, it was a black cat who had walked into the mage's house at some point.

"I paid half of the wages for the completion of this inn, so it's not someone else's house. Surprisingly, the black cat replied in the same language, but perhaps because of the cat's vocalization, its voice made it difficult to distinguish its gender.

"Well, so be it. And what is the reason for a shapeshifter like you to come to this room on a night like this?" said the mage, slowly turning around and looking at the black cat. That's when he noticed that the black cat had scarlet eyes like jewels.

The black cat sat down, licked his front paws, and said in a non-hurried tone.

"If you rush into someone else's territory, you should greet the owner of this place first, or do you not even know this basic etiquette? ”

"I have to say that as a Bloodline, you have a really keen sense of smell. It's just that I'm curious if such a keen sense of smell comes from your nose, which has long since ceased to function, or from those domestic dogs you have?" Cheese was not frightened by the other party's rhetorical question, but said with an interested smile.

"It's not something you need to know, wizard. Now all you have to do is tell me who you are and why you are here. The black cat said, and although it was almost impossible to read the expression on the cat's face, the mage could read a hint of anxiety in its voice and speed of speech. Interestingly, generally speaking, as a vampire with an almost endless life, these beings in the dark have long been patient enough, and will feel impatient because of these few short conversations, either the time for this black cat to transform into a blood clan is too short, or, or it has been overwhelmed by some things. That being the case, Cheese believes that he can get more information from the other person's mouth.

"Don't be so sure. What I need to know, what I don't need to know is not something you should be thinking about, and, as far as I know, the Iron Keep is not the territory of any Night Noble. Or maybe there is no family in the entire kingdom of the blue lion that can occupy a solid hunting area. So, until you explain my identity, your identity is in doubt, isn't it?" Indeed, before the start of this mission, Cheese had already received information about the kingdom of the Greylion and the surrounding countries, and those reports did not mention any vampire families in the vicinity without exception. This means that this is not the hunt of any vampire, and having spent years with Ann Lina, Cheese knows a lot about these creatures that can turn into bats or black cats.

Feeling that Cheese didn't seem to be able to explain his details so easily, the black cat began to have a plan to retreat. The mage was right, although the inn had been roaming the Iron Keep since its establishment, it really wasn't a hunting ground for it. Obviously, this passing wizard knows the rules of the blood clan very well, and may even know a few serious vampire nobles, so no amount of contact with him will not get his information, but will only expose himself more. Thinking of this, the black cat's body tensed, and it was ready to leave this room.

However, Cheese didn't want the red-eyed little creature to leave so easily, and the sudden visit at night didn't make the mage feel very happy. The fingers he had hidden inside his robe were already preparing to cast a spell to trap the guy here.

However, just when one person and one cat were deadlocked, there was a knock on the door of Cheese's room, and then the voice of the proprietress came from outside the house.

"Cheese, it's me, Elsa. Did you sleep? I seem to have a bit of a lot of snacks during the day, so I wonder if you're hungry?"

Now the mage knew a little more about the black cat, and it was evident that it had entered through the door, for it had closed the door but had not put the bolt back on. As a result, when Elsa tried to push the door open, the wooden door did not have any effect of hindering it, and opened with a nudge. When the black cat saw this opportunity, and was willing to stay in the house, it leaped up from the ground and went straight to the crack in the door, apparently trying to escape. At this time, it was too late to cast another spell, and since the door was opened, the room was no longer an enclosed space, which made it impossible for Cheese to quickly trap the black cat. In a hurry, the mage only had time to shout for the boss's attention.

"Catch that cat!"

In fact, the black cat that flew over was faster than Cheese's words, which made Elsa notice. Before she was surprised that the door to the mage's room was unlocked, a dark shadow burst out of the room. As a person with military training, although the proprietress did not see what the black shadow was, the instinctive reaction caused by the training still made her subconsciously throw away the snacks in her hands, stretch out her hands to block the front of the black shadow, and when the black shadow and her hands touched, Elsa clenched her fingers by feeling, which caused that when she heard the words of the cheese, the proprietress had firmly grasped the forelimbs of the black cat with both hands.

"Good job, don't let it run!" Cheese said excitedly as Elsa grabbed the black cat.

Although the black cat struggled with its forelimbs being caught, its size made it difficult for it to exert enough strength to break free from the boss's clamp, and after several unsuccessful attempts, it raised its head, looked at Elsa's face with those red eyes, and said in a magical voice.

"Look at me!