The minotaur convoy disappeared at the end of the road.

Annan pulled out the crumpled note.

It's just that it wasn't a message or confession from Tasia, but a strangely shaped stick figure tree with its branches stretched out.

Unable to guess what Tasia was trying to express, Annan temporarily restrained the note and low mood and returned to the town.

Just as Annan turned around, a shadow flashed on the bushes on the side of the road.

Before going out, Annan asked Martin to take the key to ask for leave, so he was in no hurry to go back to the library. He went to the tavern first and gave the Doghead Gold to Soruman Copperbeard.

Gold is not the same as gold coins - the smelted pure gold needs to be exchanged for a certain percentage to the Fortune Church or the government, and minting gold coins without permission will only suffer a terrifying blow from divine power to royal power.

However, the patriarch of the Minotaur gave a lot, even if it was smelted and exchanged for the official, it was more than enough to buy three carts of grain in Annan.

Although it is still not enough to pay off the arrears of the magic materials.

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

"Annan!"

Victor's right hand on his cane trembled.

Unlucky...... The old hair is on fire......

"I asked Martin to come with the key, didn't you see him!" Annan exclaimed, looking around, asking for Martin's whereabouts, and finally running back to Aunt Susan's house—but not finding Martin, who was still asleep.

Annan, who was surrounding the library and wondering if he had forgotten to lock the window yesterday, found Martin in the alley behind.

"What are you doing here!?"

"Shhh......hhhhhh ”

Annan, who got the key back, told Martin to go back to sleep and returned to Mr. Victor with his head down: "Sorry sir, it's my fault......"

The fault was to ask Martin to help.

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

Opening the door, Annan opened the window to ventilate and clean up the dust. At this time, Mr. Victor suddenly frowned and said, "You have the smell of evil in you. ”

Annan looked down and sniffed, realizing that what the old man said was not the smell: "I went to see off Tasia and her people in the morning." ”

Victor didn't say anything more.

The rest of life goes back to the way things were: flipping through books, locking the door in the evening, and heading to the tavern.

Every day, Annan had to go straight from the library to the tavern through an abandoned alley, not to go back to Aunt Susan's house and then to the tavern.

But today something happened.

When he passed through an empty abandoned house with no doors and windows in the sunset, the shadows cast by the eaves suddenly turned into a web of shadows, enveloping 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 sneaky outside the Minotaur camp.

"It's you!"

The shout stopped the guy who was approaching him—and just as Annan thought so, he saw an afterglow burrow into the room, forming a grating between him and the shadows.

And the shadow seemed to be afraid of the light, hovering behind the grating and not daring to approach.

But as the sun sets, the grating is gradually rising, and Annan has walls behind and on the sides, and there is nowhere to escape.

"You know me?"

The shadow that attacked Annan let out a hoarse whisper.

"I don't know." Annan searched for a way to escape, and replied, "But I saw you at the Minotaur camp last night." ”

Shouting for help?

Even if it is heard, it will only be civilians.

"You're staring at the Minotaur?" Annan continued to talk to the shadows.

"Staring? No...... No! I followed them all the way! The shadow seemed to be filled with resentment, "I was forced to endure their terrible body odor, hiding far away and licking the congealed blood after they chased away the beasts, and only occasionally encountered the undead beasts could drink the blood......"

"You're a vampire?"

"Lowly civilians know about my race?"

The shadow now moved forward, closer to the light, revealing its silhouette—pale cheeks, towering collars, bare fangs. The whole is in line with the legendary vampire.

In despair, there was a glimmer of hope - it was better to be a blood servant than to be drained.

"Why follow the Minotaurs? It's towns all over the place, isn't it? ”

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! ”

"You mean the 'vampire hunter' who is visiting the Dawn Tavern 'not far away'? Annan, who saw the opportunity, bit down the accent on the two words.

A gap has been revealed in the grating that has moved on the ground, and the vampire can come over, and Annan can only stand in the grating to hide left and right, looking for an opportunity...... But the vampire fell silent inexplicably.

Annan continued to probe and said, "You have fallen to the ...... I mean forced to eat leftovers with the minotaur...... I mean, I can understand your thirst for blood, but if you expose ...... by sucking my blood."

"I forgot to mention that my boss Fast is still an elite fighter. If I don't go to work again, Mr. Fast will come over with a vampire hunter...... Last night when I was at the Minotaur camp, Mr. Fast also came because he was worried about me......"

……

"I'm the boss, not the guy who serves wine."

Mr. Fast was expressionless.

A glittering gold coin slapped on the table, and the fat, luxuriously dressed woman continued to look at Fast.

“…… Evelyn, give me the wine! ”

……

"But I'm fed up with the stench of beast blood and clotted blood clots!" The vampire roared like a vent, the power that escaped touched Annan's still-naïve magical vortex, propelling it to spin faster.

There was not much of a grating left at his feet, and Annan had no time to perceive the changes in the magic vortex, plus the final weight:

"Do you know the Warlock Conservation Society? They protect the Warlock, and I am a Warlock. ”

“…… I've had enough. ”

The vampire began to whisper like a dream, the vampire in front of him who was about to lose his mind was more dangerous than just now, and Annan could only say, "If you really want to drink...... Find a bowl and a knife, and I'll give you some blood. ”

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

"Then go buy it."

"I don't have any money!"

Annan tossed the vampire some copper coins.

"If I leave, you'll run away!"

Annan was still paining the copper coins: "If you don't believe it, return me." ”

The vampire's prudence prevailed over desire, and he vanished into a shadow.

Annan didn't know if the vampire was really leaving, or if he was waiting in some shadow. It wasn't long before the vampire reappeared with a wooden bowl and kitchen knife.

Annan regretted missing the opportunity to escape, gritted his teeth and held the kitchen knife, avoiding the artery in his wrist and slashing lightly. The blood line fell into the wooden bowl, and when it accumulated to about half a bowl, the wound stopped bleeding.

The vampire couldn't wait to snatch the wooden bowl and drink it on his head, his pale cheeks stained with scarlet blood.

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

"Hmm...... I retract that sentence. ”

"Which one?"

"Say you're a lowly commoner...... Actually, you're a pretty good human being. ”