The minotaur horde took Tasia.

However, they brought a new friend with them - a vampire.

Although Annan and it did not get along well when they first met, and vampires were evil creatures, there was a precedent for Tasia, and it was not impossible to become friends.

It starts with a hungry vampire who has some sloppy words. He followed the minotaur tribe from Iskar to Prienche, and was about to cross the entire northern part of the kingdom of Rikaner. I heard that it was the Snow Mountain Fortress that was forced to stay.

"You really haven't killed anyone?" Annan's cheeks were a little pale and pressed against the wound.

"Nope!"

The vampire, who immediately denied it, was a little weak-hearted, muttering under his breath that there would be blindless thieves and robbers trying to attack the camp as the Minotaurs headed north, and then they were unexpectedly dealt with by the Minotaurs. They don't eat meat, so vampires will come over and drink some of the dead people's undried blood......

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

Evil vampires struggle to prove their innocence.

Annan believed. The grating has faded, night is enveloping the town, and vampires who can kill themselves at any time have no reason to lie to themselves.

But Annan is now going to work. Worried that the vampires would attack the inhabitants after he left, he reminded the vampire hunters once again that they were in town.

"I'm not going to run around!" The contented vampire hesitated and said, "Uh...... Will you be here in a moment? ”

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

"You're not going to snitch, are you?"

"No, it won't."

"That...... Can you bring some more blood when you come? ”

Annan just wanted to refuse, remembering that blood is the equivalent of food to vampires, and what people do when they are hungry vampires do the same. Whether or not they will attack people in a time of madness like they are now, but the livestock in the town will suffer......

And touching a vampire who is so hungry that he loses his mind is obviously not a good idea.

"Yes."

Annan was wondering where to get blood for the vampires.

Walking out of the abandoned streets without twists and turns, Annan returned to the tavern with only a few minutes left to open, changed into an apron and got to work.

"Your juice, ma'am."

With a smile, Annan handed the juice to the lady at the wine table at the counter. When she took it, her fingers deliberately stroked the back of Annan's hand, sticking to the smell of perfume. I went back to the counter and picked up another glass of juice and brought it to the other side, a fat lady who looked like Aunt Susan, but with more fat than muscle, stepped over her calves sticking out from the bottom of the table without a trace.

Regulars like to hide in corners and drink, and those who are near the counter are here for Fast or Annan. Staring at Fast's unbuttoned shirt and revealing his chest, he occasionally looked at Annan for a moment.

There weren't many guests today, but Annan had been busy as Martin was sent to lay a tarpaulin on the roof with Soluman Copperbeard.

The rainy season is coming.

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

Delivering the last beer, Annan leaned over the counter. The blood loss and busyness made him a little dizzy.

"Are you uncomfortable?" Evelyn asked worriedly.

"It's okay, there should be some low blood pressure...... It means that you don't have enough to eat. ”

"Here's what you're given."

Evelyn handed Annan a candy, and Annan immediately retracted her hand after taking it.

"Thank you."

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

It's just an ordinary piece of cane sugar, but it does make Annan better. Taking advantage of the inn's troubles, Annan leaned over to Fast's side.

Listening to the minstrels' tales and tasting the juices, the ladies suddenly became excited.

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

"Yes. They are infested like rat people in southern cities, and the further north you go, the fewer they are. Fast didn't ask Annan why he asked that—he was used to Annan popping up a few questions that had no reason or logic.

"Are there vampires in the secret society?"

"Of course. I haven't seen it, though. ”

Then Annan leaned over to the bard, and he sang while playing: "Oh ~ Vampire and Hunter ~ Seriously wounding the female vampire makes the hunter soft ~ The hunter took care of her, and they fell in love ~ On the night the female vampire healed ~ She killed her lover ~ In Crimson City ~ Don't fall in love with a vampire ~"

When the bard's performance was over, Annan asked him what Crimson City was.

"The Court of Vampires."

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

Annan and Martin return to Aunt Susan's house. Martin expertly burrowed into the wood room, Annan returned to the room, added water to the cauldron, poured in a magical material, and stuffed firewood and coal into the bottom of the pot to make a fire, and entered into meditation.

I thought that it would be difficult to concentrate due to blood loss, and the effect of meditation would be worse, but the mental clarity was unexpectedly unprecedented. A steady stream of magical elements poured into the vortex of magical power, expanding Annan's magical power.

Early in the morning, Annan, who was cleaning up the cauldrons and ashes, recalled last night and blamed it on the magical collision of the vampires as they unleashed the power of their position.

Coming to the library and cleaning up, Annan leaned next to Mr. Victor: "Mr. Victor, I have a friend who knows a vampire. The vampire looked harmless and hadn't killed anyone. ”

"Blood Servant?"

"I ...... friends don't know. ”

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

"No, I'm my friend." Annan explained in a vague way, "That vampire only drinks the blood of beasts and the blood of the dead, uh...... Drinking the blood of a living person will not bite anyone, in this case will it hurt my friend? ”

"Third Column Bookshelf."

Mr. Victor continued to read.

Annan followed the instructions and searched the third column of the shelves before finding a copy of The Crimson Night, written by a vampire named Uluradek.

It details the royal court of the vampires that the bard simply brought over, the Crimson City. The story is rife with complex love-hate entanglements – vampires seem to genuinely like love and have exuberant emotions.

And through the profile, Annan learned some habits, such as the content of the proliferation of vampires in the south: "In the southern city-state of Blu, every human carries a silver coin on his body. ”

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

When a rat tide is about to flood a town, nearby vampire families will arrive in droves to disperse the rat tide and then capture the inhabitants.

Captured humans may be reduced to blood food, or they may be transformed into blood slaves, and Annabella, the heroine of "Crimson Night", falls in love with a blood slave, and then kills this blood slave because he said something to a female blood slave -

In the evening, locking the door of the library, Annan first went to the next market, asked for a bowl of sheep blood and pig blood in the butcher's strange look, and then went to find a vampire friend who did not know his name, chattering, timid, like to confide, and was not so evil.

The vampire did not refuse the blood of the cow and sheep, but only hiccuped himself in disgust: "It's like eating a moldy rotten apple......"

In the afterglow of dusk, Annan could see the vampire's thin cheeks, torn collar, and yellowed fangs.