"What was the power you unleashed yesterday?"

At sunset, Annan and the vampire sat on the porch of an abandoned empty house with their knees folded, looking out at the clouds dyed red by the afterglow.

"Got you...... Please enter the web of shadows in the room? ”

"No, it's the power you release when you scream."

"That's the power of my bloodline......"

"Can it be released again?" Sincerity is Annan's strength, "You know I've just become a warlock, and yesterday's collision made my magic vortex a little more active. ”

"It's fine, it's just that I haven't been able to recover my strength from my blood......"

"Isn't it okay to have animal blood?"

"They only give me a little bit of strength......"

For no reason, Annan suddenly noticed a hint of coldness. In an instant, the fingernails of the vampire, who had just complained about the unpalatable taste of animal blood, grabbed Annan - grabbed an adult snake that was wrapped around his arm along the steps.

Annan could only rely on the slightly pointed head of the snake to determine that it was a poisonous snake, and the vampire had already masterfully broken the neck of the poisonous snake and stuffed it into his clothes.

"This snake I want to save for the evening as a supper." It answered Annan's gaze.

"You saved me, thank you."

The grating of light as yesterday was cast into the room behind him. There was still some time before the tavern opened, and Annan curiously asked about the vampire's past-

"My previous name seems to be ...... Wood. ”

Wood says that as he became a vampire, he forgot a lot of his past, except that he came from the south, was attacked by a vampire while out chopping wood, and then fought with the vampire lord as a blood servant, until one day, the vampire who controlled him died and Wood began his wandering journey.

Later, when he met the Minotaur tribe, Annan already knew about it.

So Wood is not an orthodox vampire.

Annan thought to himself that the bard knew that he would make up a story about "Vampire Wood's Wanderings."

It was almost time for the tavern to open, and Annan asked Wood what blood he needed.

"Preferably human blood...... Then the blood of cows and sheep is about the same, and the blood of pigs and chickens can only fill the stomach, remember that the fresher the better. ”

Dark clouds in the west obscured the dusk, and the houses on the street lit up. Annan returned to the tavern, changed into an apron, and leaned over to Mr. Fast.

He's going to get some food for the vampires.

"Is there a hospital in town?"

"What's that?"

"It's a public facility for treating patients."

"You want to say the priest?"

Annan mistakenly brought common sense on earth here. Whether healing illness or wounds, pastors are better than doctors. The doctors here are more like witch doctors, concocting herbs to treat the poor who don't have the money.

"And where can I get fresh human blood?"

Fast frowned, and walked up to Annan, pulling open his collar to examine his neck.

"Did you meet a vampire?"

However, because the rain clouds in the west were approaching, there were not many guests tonight, and no one cared about the usual screaming behavior, except for Evelyn, who covered her face and peeked through her fingers.

"Nope."

Annan, who was so quibbling, was discovered by Fast with an unhealed wound on his wrist.

Fast's temperament suddenly turned sharp and grabbed Annan's wrist: "You were bitten?" ”

“…… It was I who took the initiative to bleed. ”

In the face of Fast's acumen, Annan had no choice but to expose Wood's existence.

"Vampires are dangerous."

Even though he was a member of a secret society, Fast was still wary of many evil creatures, and was always reluctant to make friends with Annan.

Although if he is still a member of the secret society, he must try to bring Annan closer to the organization.

"It doesn't want to hurt me."

Annan told Wood's story, such as that he could kill himself but didn't. There are also those who follow the minotaur tribe north just because they can not starve to death......

"A vampire who got rid of a blood pact?"

Fast took Annan's word for it. Wood won't hurt his part.

Annan nodded: "I've checked the books, vampires who break away from the blood pact will gradually recover themselves, and Wood still has memories. ”

The only difference between Wood and humans is that his food is blood, unless Wood is infected by the power of vampire blood - but it has never killed people and clearly has no value to be watched by the ancestors.

"Do you need me to be with you tomorrow?"

"No, I don't. It's timid...... And I've scared it with the idea that you know a vampire hunter. ”

"I do know."

"What are you talking about?" Martin leaned in.

Annan changed the subject: "How are your sword skills doing?" ”

"Mr. Fast didn't even dare to confront me head-on...... Where's my sword?! ”

Martin was wandering around the tavern like a fly, and it was Evelyn who reminded him that he was gone after laying out the rain cloth last night.

Seeing Martin hurriedly run out of the tavern, Annan asked in surprise, "Is Martin so talented?" ”

"If you see him coming out of the hut with a wooden sword, you don't want to be touched by that sword."

The sound of the rain came into the tavern, and it wasn't long before Martin returned with a wet wooden sword, which made Fast sigh: "What a beautiful rain ......"

At midnight, before the rain stopped, Annan borrowed Fast's poncho and Martin to go home.

It's just that without the assistance of a vampire, meditation returns to its former calm.

Equally calm is life in Annan. There are no hospitals, no way to get human blood by reasonable means, and spending money on blood is like an evil act—though the beggars won't mind.

And the result of only bringing cow blood and sheep blood is that Wood can only release the thin bloodline power once every three days.

The outline of Annan's magic vortex is becoming clearer and clearer, and it will not be too far from the first cast.

At the same time, Annan always talks to Wood, helping him to think of more things and control the vampire's bestial desires.

On this day, Annan, who bought a small pot of sheep blood, ran home.

"Aunt Susan, I'll borrow the kitchen!"

Annan brought the blood of the sheep into the kitchen from memory, and he wanted to give some to Aunt Susan, but the smell of untreated blood was really strong.

Arriving at the abandoned house with the prepared food in his hand, Wood asked curiously, "What is this?" ”

"Blood Boom."

Annan handed it a spoon for him to taste.

Wood took a piece of blood and put it into his mouth, like the blood of tofu dissolving, and Wood's expression became indescribable—it was not an expression of enjoying the deliciousness.

"It feels weird...... It's like drinking spiced fat...... Hmm, I feel like throwing up. ”

It doesn't seem that heating blood as food will work.

Continuing to collide with the magic vortex, Annan suddenly had an idea that he could now try casting spells.

Under Wood's witness, Annan tried to recall the process of the lower summoning technique, and the magic power poured out of the vortex, and combined with the imagination to form a spell:

A spatial rift of a low-level summoning technique unfolded in front of him, and a familiar figure emerged from the familiar background.

Wood, who stepped out of the rift, looked around strangely: "Is this teleportation?" ”

"Not ......"

Good news and bad news:

The good news is that Annan learned to cast spells.

The bad news is that the spells are a little weird.