A baby dragon has built a nest outside the Novice Village

Chapter 47 Vampire

Reinhardt's heart almost stopped beating just now, he was frightened by the mage in his arms.

He hid aside when the man was killing people, but the seriously injured mage in his arms woke up at this moment.

Not only did he wake up, he also opened his mouth to scream.

If Reinhardt hadn't reacted quickly and covered the mage's mouth, they would probably have been exposed.

When he was carrying an unconscious wizard to avoid the undead, he found that they seemed to intentionally avoid a certain range, and this range would move.

Finally, Reinhardt discovered what the undead were avoiding: a team of level eight or nine adventurers.

Then, Reinhardt saw this team of level eight or nine warriors being easily crushed to death by the man like little chicks.

Even if he used the power of the sword, he would not be able to survive the second round against that man.

"Don't scream. I was the one who saved you from the pile of corpses before. Do you understand? I'm not an enemy."

When passing by the bodies of those level eight and nine adventurers, Reinhardt took a few more glances. Although he knew the probability was low, he still hoped that there would be survivors by some miracle.

The man was wiping the blood off the rapier in his hand.

A few bats appeared from nowhere, squeaked around the man, and then flew away.

"Let's deal with those level 8 and 9 adventurers first. As for those rats, let the servants deal with them. They can't run away anyway."

In order not to disturb the departing man, Reinhardt leaned down next to the mage's ear and spoke in a very soft voice.

Reinhardt shook his head and quickened his pace. The sound of fighting was heard not far away, but it soon subsided. The warrior probably failed to escape.

He nodded in satisfaction and carefully put the rapier back into the scabbard.

The man had left to chase the fleeing warrior.

Unfortunately, although the man only used one strike on each adventurer, all the injuries were fatal, and all the adventurers died on the spot.

"Are we going to deal with those two rats?"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

"The heart was pierced, the entire skull was smashed, and half of the neck was crushed."

The man made a sword flower and looked his rapier from top to bottom.

Reinhardt had no choice but to carry her on his back again.

"If you understand, just nod."

The sword was as smooth as new, and was decorated with intricate patterns. If one understood heraldry, one would see that the patterns represented an ancient noble family. Even the bloodstains in the intricate patterns had been wiped clean by the man.

"Can we go? We have to leave quickly. We don't know when that guy will come back."

Reinhardt could only pray silently that the man would not return soon.

After seeing the wizard nod twice slightly, Reinhardt let go of his hand.

It's not that he didn't notice Reinhardt's presence, but to him, a level five warrior and the seriously injured and dying level four mage beside him were not worthy of his attack.

The mage tried it and then shook her head. She was still weak from the massive blood loss and the wound on her waist was still oozing blood. Every time she tried to exert force, she felt a sharp pain.

"That direction?"

The man walked towards the direction where the bats flew away. He knew that the other team of adventurers of level eight or nine was over there.

The moon was already setting, and he didn't have much time. He had to find and eliminate the last group of adventurers before the sun rose.

Reinhardt was running with the wizard on his back. He didn't know that he had saved his life because of that man's momentary thought.

He didn't stop until he had run about ten kilometers.

He could feel something wet on his back. The wound on the wizard's waist had split open again after the previous bump, and blood seeped onto his back.

After confirming that there were no undead nearby and that the man had not chased him, he put the mage on his back to the ground.

"Bear with it, I will help you treat your wound." Reinhardt slowly untied the robe around the wizard's waist. Some parts of the robe had already been embedded in the newly grown flesh and blood. Even though Reinhardt had tried to make his movements as gentle as possible, the severe pain still made the wizard unable to bear it and he gasped.

Then she picked up a fallen branch from beside her and bit it.

Reinhardt glanced at the mage and quickened his movements.

Soon, the robe and flesh around the waist were completely separated. Reinhardt took out a bottle of holy water from his backpack and washed the wound on the wizard's waist.

At this point, the severe pain began to ease, and the wizard breathed a sigh of relief and spat out the branch in his mouth.

"Ella."

"what?"

Without even raising his head, Reinhardt poured the healing potion onto the gauze and applied it to the wound on the mage's waist. Then, he began to wrap it with bandages in circles.

"my name."

Ella watched Reinhardt bandage himself in circles. She hesitated for a moment and then continued speaking.

"I recognize that man."

This time Reinhardt raised his head.

"kindness?"

Of course, Reinhardt did not stop his actions. After tying a knot on the bandage, the treatment of Ella's waist injury came to an end.

"He is the lord of Sagat City, Count Lannick."

Although he had been prepared for this, knowing that there must be collusion between nobles and the undead in the city of Sagat, he still didn't expect that the relevant level would reach the level of the lord.

"Are you sure?"

Ella nodded.

"He once came to visit my father. They met once and he was very impressed. Not long after meeting him, my father shut himself up inside the house."

It sounded like Ella had some background, and Reinhardt noticed that she had an emblem pinned to her ill-fitting robes.

That is the proof of the outstanding students of the Royal Capital Magic Academy. Those impoverished landless nobles who cannot afford private tutors do like to throw their unappreciated children into this academy to fend for themselves.

"Viscount Carter is my father."

Reinhardt didn't know much about these nobles, but he had heard a little about Viscount Carter's deeds. It was said that he almost squandered all of his family's property in pursuit of immortality.

Every now and then, an outrageous story about Viscount Carter would spread in the capital. Reinhardt passively learned a lot of stories about him.

In some of these stories, his daughter Ella is mentioned, an eighteen-year-old fourth-level wizard who is only half a step away from level five. The people narrating the stories often lament that it was a complete waste of her talent to be born in Viscount Carter's family.

"But the aura on his body doesn't seem like that of a living person."

Ella sighed. She already had some guesses in her mind.

"I don't know what method he used to cover up the situation the last time we met, but now we can be sure that he is a vampire lord. A tenth-level monster."

In the distance, Rangnick didn't know that just because of a moment's thought, his identity was at risk of being exposed.

He was strolling leisurely in the dense firepower network formed by the adventurers' spells and crossbow arrows, and leisurely crushed the head of a wanderer in his hand.

"Count Lannick, I didn't expect it to be you."

An adventurer seemed to recognize Lannick's identity and rushed towards him shouting.

There is no doubt that the rapier in Rangnick's hand pierced his heart the next moment.

"No, I'm not a count, just a little knight."

Lannick shook his head and looked at the last two adventurers remaining not far away.

"The sun is about to come out, let's finish it quickly."

(End of this chapter)