Alien world

Chapter 40 Chapter 40. Vampire Survivor

The tauren convoy disappeared at the end of the road.

Annan took out the crumpled note.

It's just that it was not Tasia's message or confession, but a stick figure tree with branches stretched out and strange shapes.

Unable to guess what Tasia wanted to express, Annan temporarily restrained the note and depression, and returned to the town.

Just as Annan turned around, a shadow flashed across 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 not in a hurry to go back to the library.He went to the tavern first and handed the dog's head gold to Soluman Bronzebeard.

Gold is not the same as gold coins - the smelted pure gold needs to be exchanged to the rich church or official in a certain proportion, and privately minted gold coins will only suffer a terrorist blow from theocracy to kingship.

However, the tauren patriarch gave a lot, even if it was smelted and exchanged to the official, it would be more than enough to buy three carts of food from Annan.

Although the debt for the magic materials is still not paid.

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

"Annan!"

Victor's right hand on the cane was shaking.

Unlucky... the old man is on fire...

"I asked Martin to come here with the key. Didn't you see him!" Annan said loudly, looking around, asking about Martin's whereabouts, and finally ran back to Aunt Susan's house—but couldn't find Martin who was still sleeping late.

Surrounding the library, Annan, wondering if he had been lazy yesterday and forgot to lock the window, found Martin in the alley behind him.

"What are you doing here!?"

"Hush..." Martin sneaked up to Annan and whispered, "I think asking for leave should be done quietly."

After taking back the key, Annan asked Martin to go back to sleep, and returned to Mr. Victor dejectedly: "Sorry sir, it's my fault..."

It was a mistake to ask Martin to help.

Mr. Victor snorted back, but Annan knew that the incident was over.

Opening the door, Annan opened the windows to ventilate and clean up the dust.At this time, Mr. Victor suddenly frowned and said, "You have an evil smell on you."

Annan lowered his head and sniffed, realizing that what the old man said was not about the taste: "I'm going to send Tasia and her people off in the morning."

Victor said nothing more.

The rest of life goes back to normal: flipping through the books, locking the doors in the evening, heading to the tavern.

Annan needs to go through an abandoned alley from the library to the tavern every day, but he doesn't need to go back to Aunt Susan's house first and then go to the tavern.

But today something happened.

When passing through an empty abandoned house with no doors and no windows in the sunset, the shadows cast by the eaves suddenly turned into a net of shadows, wrapping Annan and dragging him into the abandoned house.

The scattered shadows loosened Annan and gathered into a silhouette—the guy who had been sneaking outside the tauren camp.

"It's you!"

The shout made the guy approaching him stop—just as Annan thought about it, he found an afterglow entering the room, forming a light barrier between him and the shadow.

And the shadow seems to be afraid of the light, lingering behind the grating, not daring to approach.

But as the sun goes down, the grating is gradually rising, and Annan has walls behind him and 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 in the tauren camp last night."

Shout for help?

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

"Are you staring at the tauren?" Annan continued talking to the shadow.

"Staring? No... no! I followed them all the way!" Shadow seemed to be full of resentment, "I was forced to endure their bad body odor, hide away and lick the coagulated blood after they chased away the beast, only occasionally You can only drink blood when you meet an undead beast..."

"Are you a vampire?"

"The lowly civilians actually know my ethnic group?"

The shadow moved forward now, closer to the light, revealing its outline—pale cheeks, high collar, bared fangs.The whole is in line with the legendary vampire.

There is a glimmer of hope in the midst of despair - it is better to become a blood servant than to be drained of blood.

"Why follow the tauren? There are towns everywhere, aren't they?"

Annan kept chatting, and the vampire seemed happy to confide:

"Because those bloody 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 the stress on the two words respectively.

The moving grating on the ground has revealed a gap, and the vampire can come over. Annan can only stand in the grating to avoid and look for opportunities...but the vampire fell silent for no reason.

Annan continued to test and said: "You are so downcast...I mean you are forced to eat leftovers with the tauren...I mean, I can understand your desire for blood, but if you are exposed because of sucking my blood ..."

"I forgot to mention that my boss, Fast, is still an elite fighter. If I don't go to work, Mr. Fast will bring a vampire hunter over... When I was at the tauren camp last night, Mr. Fast was also worried about me. Come here..."

……

"I'm the boss, not the guy serving the drinks."

Mr. Fast was impassive.

A shining golden coin was slapped on the table, and the fat woman in luxurious clothes continued to look at Fast.

"...Evelyn, give me the wine!"

……

"But I'm fed up with the stench of animal blood and clots!" The vampire roared like venting, and the dissipated power touched Annan's immature magic vortex, pushing it to spin faster.

There was not much left of the grating at his feet, and Annan had no time to notice the changes in the magic vortex, adding the last weight:
"Do you know the Warlock Protection Association? They protect warlocks, and I am a warlock."

"……I'm done."

The vampire began to whisper like a dream, and the vampire who was about to lose his mind was more dangerous than before. Annan could only say: "If you really want to drink...get a bowl and a knife, and I will drain some blood for you."

"I dare not break into the houses!"

"Then go buy it."

"I do not have money!"

Annan threw some copper coins to the vampire.

"I leave and you will run away!"

Annan still felt sorry for those copper coins: "If you don't believe me, return it to me."

The vampire's prudence still prevailed over his desire, and he turned into a shadow and disappeared into the wooden house.

Annan didn't know if the vampire had really left, or was waiting in a shadow.Not long after, the vampire reappeared with a wooden bowl and kitchen knife.

Annan regretted that he missed the opportunity to escape, he gritted his teeth and grasped the kitchen knife, avoiding the arteries in his wrist and gently slashing across it.The blood line fell into the wooden bowl, and the wound stopped bleeding when it had accumulated to about half of the bowl.

The vampire couldn't wait to grab the wooden bowl and drank with his head back, his pale cheeks stained with scarlet blood.

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

"Well... I take that back."

"Which one?"

"The sentence that says you are a lowly commoner... In fact, you are a pretty good human being."

(End of this chapter)