Although vampires call themselves nobles in the dark, and always come across between blood-eating beasts and dignified gentlemen, the truth is that no beast can eat blood forever, and no nobleman can be completely self-disciplined. Therefore, those who really know the blood clan know that they are just leeches attached to the huge race of humans in the final analysis. A single vampire may be enough to terrorize one side in the dark for years, but as long as the humans do organize an army to encircle and suppress the exposed bloods, they will only have to escape. In fact, while vampires hunt ordinary people in the dark, people who have been in contact with the darkness and are not crazy are also hunting them. Known as Demon Hunters or simply Hunters, these people have taken this extremely threatening path for a variety of reasons, wandering the darkness with their mortal bodies and intelligence, and they are also the most hated natural enemies of vampires. And even if you remove these anomalies from the human population, the number of aliens attached to the human colony like vampires is actually not rare, whether it is witches, dark wizards, werewolves, or other things, they also have a large demand for the number of humans in their territory. So safe and sustainable hunting grounds are more precious to them than anything else. And in the eyes of these guys, the blood clan is just one of the beings who also want a piece of the pie in the dark.

"So you're saying that vampires and other things are like carnivores in the wild, and while they seem scary to humans, they're not as scary as we think?"

"I know it sounds unbelievable, but it's true. And compared to things that require a lot of blood to eat, vampires will be very careful to protect the number of humans in their territory. Believe it or not, there was once a vampire family fighting for a local lord in order to protect the humans in their territory, and of course the lord didn't know about it. The mage shrugged his shoulders and said.

"But no matter what kind of existence they are, they all eat people, don't they? I mean, they all need to suck human blood. They protect humans like a farmer protects his livestock, which is not noble. The proprietress said.

"That's true, but ...... Well, maybe you're right. I just wanted to tell you not to be so blindly afraid of those guys, after all, you see, they will be killed by aspen wood, they will be burned to ashes by flames, and even running water can make them powerless, not to mention that they can't even open a door without the permission of their master. Scratching his head, Cheese realized that perhaps for ordinary people, trying to get them to look at it objectively was a kind of strong man's behavior. No one can remain calm when they see a monster that feeds on humans. And that's probably one of the reasons people fear spellcasters, because when you have powers they can't understand and can talk to horrible alien objects, you don't think you're one of their kind.

"Okay, I think I see what you mean. I'm sorry for the hurt I just caused to your family. Looking at the mage, frustrated by the realization that she couldn't articulate her point, the proprietress said with a smile.

"She's not my family...... She's just the person who raised me, and she's not even human. Cheese argued quietly. Although he and Ann Lina have a close relationship, the mage's definition of family is still very narrow, and people who are not related by blood in his concept cannot be counted as family.

"You just haven't realized it yet. Well, now that I'm not so afraid of vampires anymore, can you tell me why that black cat is in your room?" Elsa asked, amused by Cheese's sluggishness.

"Well, I don't really understand why he came to me. One thing is for sure, though, that guy doesn't seem to have anything to do with the plague, and judging by what he said, it's likely that he came to him by accident feeling the magic I unleashed. If I'm not mistaken, it's likely that this guy is an exile from some vampire family who has been exiled to the untouched territory of the Iron Keep to see if it's a vampire territory. This is common in some large families. The mage said.

"So he has nothing to do with the recent curfew?" said the hostess.

"I'm afraid not, but given the xenophobic nature of vampires, he should know what made the city lord have to put a curfew. It's just that it's hard to find that guy in the city where he's lived for years, and he probably won't have the courage to come to me again anytime soon. Cheese said. There was a hint of frustration in his tone, although he didn't really care about the curfew of the Iron Castle, but if he could get information from the black cat, maybe it would help them in their next actions.

"I remember...... You said that if something like hair fell into the hands of a wizard, they could easily find that person, right?" Elsa said suddenly.

"Yes, what's wrong?" the mage asked, looking up suspiciously, he did tell Elsa about it.

"Well, I might have a way for you to find the cat. With a mischievous smile on the corner of her mouth, the proprietress opened her left hand, and a small handful of black cat hair lay in her palm.

"Maybe I ripped it off when I grabbed it, do you think it can be used?"

The mage looked at the handful of cat hair, and suddenly felt that some things in this world were so wonderful. He carefully took the cat hair from Elsa's hand, pinched one and put it under his nose and sniffed it.

"A smell of dead bodies, yes, the cat is his body. We'll have a good night's sleep tonight, and then when it's dawn, we'll go poke the bat's nest. Thinking of the vampire's predicament of being copied into his home during the day, both men in the room smiled "happily".

At this time, the black cat who had escaped from Elsa's hands just now did not know what kind of tragic fate would happen to him the next day. But leaving aside the mage and the black cat's feud for now, after a night that seemed peaceful to the cheese and their eyes, a report of the disappearance of two teams of Night's Watch Knights was sent to the Iron Keep Lord's desk. This made the old man, who had to sleep in armor for a long time, darken his eyes and almost fainted.