Under the dusk of sunset, Annan and the vampire hugged their knees and sat in front of the porch of an abandoned house, looking at the clouds dyed red by the afterglow.
"Catch you... and invite you into 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 advantage. "You know I have just become a warlock. Yesterday's collision made my magic vortex more active."
"That's no problem, it's just that I haven't been able to recover the strength from my blood..."
“Isn’t animal blood okay?”
"They can only restore a little bit of my strength..."
For no reason, Annan suddenly felt a hint of coldness. In an instant, the vampire, who had just complained about the unpalatable taste of livestock blood, clawed at Annan with his fingernails - grabbing an adult snake that was wrapped around his arm along the steps.
Annan could only rely on the slightly pointed snake head to tell that it was a venomous snake, but the vampire had already broken off the venomous snake's neck with ease and stuffed it into his clothes.
"I want to keep this snake for dinner at night." It answered Annan's gaze.
"You saved me, thank you."
A grating like 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 seemed to be...Wood."
Wood said that as he became a vampire, he forgot many things in the past. He only remembered coming from the south, being attacked by a vampire while going out to chop wood, and then working as a blood servant in a bloody battle with the vampire lord until one day, the vampire who controlled him
After dying and regaining his freedom, Wood began his wandering journey.
Annan already knew about the encounter with the tauren tribe later.
So Wood is not an orthodox vampire.
Annan thought that the bard would definitely write a story about "The Wanderings of Vampire Wood" if he knew it.
It was almost opening time for the tavern, and Annan asked Wood what blood he wanted.
"It's best to use human blood... Then the blood of cows and sheep is about the same. Pig blood and chicken blood can only fill the stomach. Remember, the fresher the better."
Dark clouds covered the dusk in the west, and the houses on the street were lit up. Annan returned to the tavern, changed his apron, and moved next to Mr. Fast.
He wants to find some food for the vampires.
"Is there a hospital in town?"
"What is that?"
"It's a public facility for treating patients."
"You want to say pastor?"
Annan made the mistake of bringing the common sense of the earth here. Whether it is curing diseases or injuries, priests are more useful than doctors. The doctors here are more like witch doctors, preparing herbal medicines to cure the poor who have no money.
"Where can I get fresh human blood?"
Fast frowned, walked up to Annan, lifted his collar and checked 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 paid much attention to the behavior that usually caused screams, except for Evelin, who covered her face and peeked through her fingers.
"No."
While Annan was quibbling, Fast discovered the unhealed wound on his wrist.
Fast's temperament suddenly turned sharp, and he held Annan's wrist: "You were bitten?"
"...I took the initiative to bleed."
Faced with Fast's keenness, 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 helpless that Annan always made friends with foreign races.
Although if he was still a member of the secret society, he would definitely try to bring Annan closer to the organization.
"It doesn't want to hurt me."
Annan told stories about Wood, such as being able to kill him but not doing so. He also followed the tauren tribe north just because he could avoid starving to death...
"A vampire free from a blood pact?"
Fast believed Annan's words. Wood would not hurt his part.
Annan nodded: "I checked the book and found that vampires who break away from the blood contract will gradually return to 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 blood power of a vampire - but it has never killed anyone and obviously has no value in being watched by its ancestors.
"Do you want me to come with you tomorrow?"
"No need. It's very timid...and I used to scare it by saying you know a vampire hunter."
"I do know him."
"What are you talking about?" Martin came over.
Annan changed the subject: "How are you doing with your sword skills?"
"Mr. Fast doesn't even dare to confront me head-on... Where is my sword?!"
Martin was wandering around the tavern like a fly, but Evelin reminded him that he disappeared after laying out the raincloth last night.
Seeing Martin running out of the pub in a hurry, 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 pattering rain came into the tavern, and soon Martin came back with a wet wooden sword in his hands. Fast couldn't help but sigh: "What a beautiful rain..."
At midnight, the rain hadn't stopped yet, so Annan borrowed Fast's poncho and went home with Martin.
But without the assistance of vampires, meditation has returned to its previous calmness.
Annan's life was equally peaceful. There was no hospital, no way to obtain human blood by reasonable means, and paying for blood seemed like an evil act - although the beggars wouldn't mind.
The result of bringing only cow blood and sheep blood is that Wood can only release the thin blood power once every three days.
The outline of Annan's magic vortex is getting clearer and clearer, and it won't be too far away from the first spell.
At the same time, Annan always talks to Wood to help him remember more things and control the vampire's animal desires.
On this day, Annan bought a small basin of sheep blood and ran home.
"Aunt Susan, let me borrow the kitchen!"
Annan brought the sheep blood into the kitchen according to his memory. He originally wanted to give some to Aunt Susan, but the smell of unprocessed blood was really strong.
Arriving at the abandoned house with the cooked food in hand, Wood asked curiously: "What is this?"
"The blood is strong."
Annan handed him a spoon and asked him to try it.
Wood scooped up a piece of Xuewang and put it into his mouth. The Xuewang melted like tofu, and Wood's expression gradually became unspeakable - it was definitely not an expression of enjoying delicious food.
"It feels weird...like I'm drinking spiced fat...well, I feel a little nauseous."
It seems that heating blood to make food doesn't work.
Then he continued to collide with the magic vortex, and Annan suddenly felt inspired and felt that he could try to cast a spell now.
Under the witness of Wood, Annan tried to recall the process of low-level summoning. Magic power poured out from the vortex, and combined with imagination to form a spell:
A spatial rift of a low-level summoning technique opened in front of his eyes, and then a familiar figure emerged from the familiar background.
Wood, who stepped out of the rift, looked around strangely: "Is this teleportation?"
"no……"
Good news and bad news:
The good news is that Annan has learned to cast spells.
