The First Vampire

The night was deep, and everything was peaceful.

An armored figure was striding toward the tent of Knight Nelson.

“Halt! Who are you? Identify yourself!”

Standing guard in front of the tent, the personal guards of Knight Nelson instantly halted this unidentified armored figure.

The armored individual calmly removed his helmet.

“Lord Charles… Sir!”

As part of the direct military force of the St. Hilde family, of course they would recognize Charles St. Hilde.

However, the guards were still somewhat disbelieving of their own eyes. There had been news that the legitimate first son of Duke St. Hilde had died in the Troll Empire, so how could he be here now?

Charles expressionlessly looked over the shocked guards, then walked directly toward the tent.

Naturally, the guards didn’t dare to stop him.

Inside the tent, Knight Nelson had also heard the commotion outside. He was wondering why the guard let someone in without giving any notice when he saw the familiar face of Charles before him.

“Lord Charles…”

Knight Nelson was completely stunned on the spot, clearly shocked by the unexpected revival of Charles.

“You…weren’t you already…”

“That was a rumor spread by Viscount Angler.”

Charles spoke, though his tone had an odd sense to it, as if he had not spoken in a long time and was having some difficulty speaking.

“What’s wrong with your voice?”

“Ahem, my throat was injured earlier.”

Colin was helpless too. He was able to manipulate the blood slave to talk but doing so was taxing, and the tone of the speech was also strange.

Fortunately, the attention of Knight Nelson was not on this at the moment. After hearing Charles’ explanation, he stopped dwelling on this point and hurriedly came forth to salute.

Although Charles had been stripped of his nobility, he had represented Duke St. Hilde and commanded the Golden Lion Legion for a period of time. Thus, Knight Nelson could be regarded as his old subordinate.

“I need you to immediately lead the troops to retreat back to Winterfell City!” Charles commanded.

The expression of Knight Nelson condensed. He slowly raised his head and the respectful expression on his face gradually disappeared.

“Lord Charles, I don’t know what Viscount Angler has told you, but we clearly have the opportunity to have a life and death struggle with the dwarves right now. Why would we withdraw to Winterfell City?”

“Do you have a guaranteed chance of winning?” Charles asked emotionlessly.

Knight Nelson shook his head: “The situation on the battlefield is constantly changing, who would dare claim certainty of victory?”

A stiff, cold smile appeared at the corner of Charles’ mouth: “So what if you lose? Can you take responsibility?”

“If I lose, I will apologize with my death!” Knight Nelson responded resolutely.

“Heh. If the Golden Lion Legion perishes in one battle, the North Territory will fall completely into the hands of the St. Sean family. Even if you died thousands of times, your sin would still not be wiped clean.”

Knight Nelson was silent for a moment. Nevertheless, his gaze grew more resolute. Shaking his head, he said: “I apologize, Lord Charles. The orders I received from the Duke were to hold the line at Ben Liu River and not allow the Dawson Family’s Army to advance even one step!”

“My father is already dead.”

“Before I see the Duke’s remains with my own eyes, forgive me but I can’t acknowledge the news of the Duke’s death.”

Speaking to this point, Colin realized that it was utterly impossible to persuade this Knight Nelson.

If persuasion by word is not possible, then change the mode of persuasion.

The air in the tent gradually became heavy. With an uncharacteristically stone-cold voice, Charles said: “Nelson, have you made up your mind to defy me to the end?”

“I’m sorry, Lord Charles.” Knight Nelson apologized with a bow, yet he persisted in his stance.

Clang!

The next second, a chilling light burst forth.

A chill ran down Knight Nelson’s spine. He quickly leaned back, just narrowly avoiding the fatal strike by Charles.

“Lord Charles! What are you doing?” Knight Nelson was clearly taken by surprise when Charles decided to kill without warning.

“I am going to kill you, the traitor of the St. Hilde family!”

Charles roared angrily, his sword pressing forward again.

Faced with Charles’ murderous glare, Knight Nelson didn’t dare to be careless. He immediately drew the sword from his waist, thrusting at Charles’ chest.

Knight Nelson’s intention behind this strike was to force Charles back. However, it seemed like Charles didn’t see it, persisting onwards without bothering to dodge.

By the time Nelson realized something was amiss and was about to change his attack strategy, it was already too late to withdraw his sword.

“Lord Charles! Retreat!”

Charles completely ignored Knight Nelson’s warning and seemed desperate to charge towards the gleaming sword tip.

Swish!

The long sword pierced through Charles’s chest.

At the same time, the sword in Charles’s hand also slashed at Nelson’s shoulder, almost severing his right arm in one swing.

But at this moment, Nelson the knight had no time to care about his own wounds, and he was stunned as he looked at Charles who was within arm’s reach.

“Lo-Lord…” The guards, who had come to check what was going on, appeared in the tent and were speechless at the sight before them.

Knight Nelson killed Charles St. Hilde?!

Blood gushed out from Charles’s mouth like a fountain, but a eerily strange smile appeared on his face.

“What happened?” The voice of Knight Kambening came from outside the tent.

Hearing this voice, Knight Nelson closed his eyes in pain.

He knew, he was done for.

“What happened?”

Count Uman walked out of the tent, looking at the rowdy scene in the distance and asked with doubt.

The guards shook their heads in confusion.

“Go and check.”

“Yes.” One of the guards immediately took orders and ran towards the tent where Knight Nelson was.

Count Uman was preparing to go back and wait for news, but he saw a figure in full armor walking towards him.

“Stop! Who are you?”

The guards immediately stepped forward to intercept.

The armored figure decisively removed the helmet, revealing a beautiful face.

“Cynthia Sudor?” Count Uman recognized his niece at a glance, “Where have you been after disappearing for so long?”

“Uncle, I have been hiding in Ice Rock City and finally discovered a big secret of the Angler family!”

“What secret?” Although Count Uman found Cynthia’s tone a bit strange, he was instantly attracted by the word ‘secret’.

“I discovered that the reason for Viscount Angler’s rapid progress is completely because…”

As Cynthia spoke, she steadily approached Count Uman.

When they were less than three steps apart, she suddenly lunged forward, a flicker of cold light in her hand — a dagger.

Shh!

The dagger stabbed into Count Uman’s abdomen, but it was tightly gripped by a large hand, unable to penetrate any further.

“Why betray me?”

Count Uman’s face was frighteningly grim as he glared at Cynthia, shouting angrily.

However, he did not see any guilt or hesitation in her eyes. There was only an icy indifference, like a beast that had been dead for a long time.

Thump thump thump!

While Count Uman was shocked by Cynthia’s gaze, a earthshaking footsteps were heard from behind.

An armoured figure, as huge as a colossal elephant, was charging at him.

The guards immediately drew their swords to intercept but was swatted away by the figure as if swatting a fly.

Count Uman immediately realized that this was a trap meant for him.

He instantly roared and kicked Cynthia in front of him away, then turned back and threw a punch.

The golden Holy Light spread out like water, forming a tangible barrier in front of him.

Boom!

The golden barrier shattered in an instant. Count Uman could only feel his arms creaking under the unbearable weight.

The wound on his abdomen also instantly cracked open, the agonizing pain almost made him unsteady on his feet.

Puh!

Count Uman couldn’t help but spit out a mouthful of blood, he was sent flying backward by the terrifying impact.

As soon as he landed, he immediately ran backwards, shouting at the same time:

“Assassins!”

This shout was like a spark falling into dry grass, instantly igniting the whole camp.

Countless soldiers of the Uman Clan picked up their weapons and rushed over to protect their lord.

Seeing that things were not going well, the armored figure and Cynthia didn’t linger. They immediately turned around and ran.

Soon, they disappeared into the dark night.