The Original Vampire

　　 Winter Castle at the end of October can already clearly feel the approach of winter.

　　 The bitter rain was pattered for three days, and finally turned into snowflakes on the fourth day.

　　 Waiting until the fifth day, when the long-unseen sun finally got rid of the entanglement of the dark clouds and showed its head, Winter City had already become a world of snow and ice wrapped in silver.

　　 But in the face of such a beautiful scenery, the residents of Winter City have no intention of admiring it at all.

　　 Because most people are running out of food.

　　 "Is there still no signs of falling food prices?"

　　 In the study in the atrium of the Lion's Roar, the Duke of St. Hilde asked while putting firewood into the fireplace.

　　 Behind the Duke, stood a middle-aged man with a friendly temperament.

　　 He has a pair of sea-blue eyes, with waves of wisdom rolling in them.

　　 The gray low ponytail was carefully combed and blown behind his head. He is well-dressed but not gorgeous, with a scroll of old scripts clasped around his waist, and white gloves on his left hand.

　　 Dawn White.

People at 　　 Lion Roar Castle call him Bachelor of Dawn.

　　 Although the title of "Bachelor" is not a knighthood, it is also extremely precious.

　　 Only those who have studied at the Imperial White Tower College and successfully graduated are eligible to use the title of bachelor.

　　 And the number of people graduating from Baita Academy each year can be counted with one hand.

　　 Therefore, every bachelor is the best candidate for courtiers, and it has naturally become the object of competition among the great lords.

　　 "No." Bachelor Dawn shook his head, his expression full of anxiety, "In the past three months, the price of food in the north has increased more than 20 times!

　　 This is definitely not just because of the crop failure caused by the troll invasion at the beginning of this year.

　　 But there are still people deliberately hoarding food and manipulating food prices! "

　　 "Just some merchants who want money but don't want their lives." The Duke of St. Hilde was full of disdain, "Issued the Duke Order to the major lords in the north to let them manage the merchants in the territory.

　　 If food prices remain high within half a month, don’t blame me for killing people myself! "

　　 "Yes." Bachelor Dawn nodded in response.

　　 "Is there enough rations for the Golden Lion Army?"

　　 "If there is no large-scale war in the future, it will be barely enough." After that, Bachelor Dawn hesitated, but he reminded again:

　　 "However, Lord Duke, I still recommend that you purchase another batch of military rations just in case."

　　 Hearing this, Duke St. Hild's brows wrinkled.

　　 Obviously, he also understands what Dawn is worried about.

　　 Famine is the easiest factor to trigger a rebellion.

　　 So, the Duke of St. Hilde nodded immediately: "Then go buy another batch."

　　 "Okay. But the current food prices in the entire empire are a bit high, so I'm afraid this time..."

　　 "No matter how high the price, buy it for me!"

"Yes."

　　 The Duke of St. Hilde threw a few sticks of wood into the fireplace again.

　　 Looking at the flames that kept jumping, he suddenly asked: "Where is the black cavalry now?"

　　Bachelor Dawn carefully looked at the face of the Duke of St. Hild, but did not see any obvious emotions from it.

　　 "The latest news just came yesterday that the black cavalry has left the northern border and entered the half-elf kingdom."

　　 "En." Duke Saint Hild nodded, but did not give any instructions.

　　 The tumbling flames reflected in the Duke's deep eyes, as if to show his uneasy heart.

　　Bachelor Daun saw this and was about to say goodbye to leave, but he heard a majestic voice suddenly came from outside the castle:

　　 "The Duke of St. Hild, Otto Volkin, Prince of the North of the Troll Empire, in the name of His Majesty Murdov's revenge, hereby propose to you a duel!"

　　 Boom!

　　 A fiery flame suddenly exploded in the fireplace.

　　 The Duke of St. Hild suddenly got up and looked out the window.

　　 A troll warrior exuding a terrifying aura is standing at the highest point of the Lion's Roar, looking down at the guards who are constantly gathering below.

　　 Looking at the Duke of St. Hild who was about to go out, Bachelor Dawn quickly stepped forward to dissuade him: "My lord, it is said that Prince Otto has just been promoted to the sanctuary!"

　　 "So what?" The Duke of St. Hilde didn't have a hint of withdrawal on his face, "Do I hide in the roar fort and let him show off outside?"

　　 After finishing speaking, the Duke no longer controlled the stunned Bachelor Dawn, and strode out.

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　　 Half-elf kingdom, southwest border.

　　The black cavalry is camping here.

　　 Marquis Garcia finished drinking the broth, wiped his mouth at random, and asked the Marquis Dawson beside him: "If you go further thirty miles, you should pass through Shadow Canyon, right?"

　　 "Yes, Lord Marquis." The attitude of the Marquis Dawson was as respectful as ever.

　　 Even now he has been conferred the rank of Marquis and has sworn allegiance to the Duke of St. Hild.

　　 However, when the Marquis Garcia summoned the Black Cavalry and marched into the half-elf kingdom, the former Black Cavalry "Great Steward" did not hesitate to come to help.

　　 "Send someone to investigate carefully." Marquis Garcia ordered.

　　 The Marquis of Dawson smiled and said a little disapprovingly: "My lord, this is a half-elf kingdom. What is the danger?"

　　 "Be cautious, it's always true."

　　 "Okay, I'll make arrangements." Seeing Marquis Garcia insisted, Marquis Dawson nodded quickly.

　　……

　　 The rest is over, and the army starts again.

　　 The Marquis of Garcia rode his horse through the Shadow Canyon, but there was some worry between his eyebrows.

　　 "Dawson, have you sent someone to investigate this canyon carefully?"

　　 "Lord Marquis, please don't worry. I have sent someone to investigate thoroughly. It is safe here."

　　 The Marquis of Garcia nodded and moved on.

　　 But the farther you go ~www.readwn.com~ the Marquis Garcia feels something is wrong.

　　 That kind of frightening feeling has been hanging over him, as if something bad is about to happen.

　　 "Stop moving forward!" Finally, Marquis Garcia ordered.

　　 "My lord, what's the matter? We're only halfway there." The Marquis Dawson asked quickly.

　　 "It's too quiet here!" Marquis Garcia's eyes were cold, as if he realized something.

　　 The next moment, he decisively ordered: "Turn around! The rear army becomes the former army, the former army becomes the latter army, and the same way to withdraw from Shadow Canyon!"

　　 "My lord..." The Marquis Dawson looked puzzled, "You are..."

　　 The Marquis of Garcia ignored him and insisted that the military commander go and pass the order immediately.

　　 And just as the black cavalry began to change their formation, a loud noise suddenly came from the canyon.

　　 Boom!

　　 The Marquis of Garcia suddenly turned his head and saw a dazzling flash of light burst out of the cliffs on both sides of the rear.

　　The terrifying arcane energy resembled the majesty of heaven, and blasted off the hilltops on both sides of the canyon's center.

　　 Countless broken boulders rolled down and smashed at the black cavalry!

　　 嘭嘭嘭!

　　 The screams and the screams of horses resounded across the canyon instantly.

　　 The face of Marquis Garcia instantly turned pale.

　　 And at the moment of being stunned, he suddenly felt a sharp pain coming from his waist.

　　 As soon as he turned his head, Marquis García saw that his most trusted subordinate was inserting a dagger into his back waist.

　　 "Fran Dawson! You traitor!"

　　 Facing the angry eyes of Marquis Garcia, Marquis Dawson took a step back and smiled calmly:

　　 "Sorry, Lord Marquis, when my men explored this gorge before, they might not have been too careful."