The Original Vampire

The sky outside the window was completely shrouded in dark clouds, and the muffled thunder sounded from time to time like a warning, urging pedestrians on the street to find a place to hide from the rain.

In the tavern, Earl Evan looked at his sister's eager eyes and replied leisurely:

"The way is - you step into the sanctuary immediately!"

"Humph!" Anna raised her eyebrows and glared at her brother.

Apparently he knew he was being tricked.

"I'm only Tier 4, and I'm still too early to leave the Sanctuary!"

"It's not too early!" Earl Evan sighed, "You're only a fourth-order knight at the age of nineteen. Hehe, you are definitely the most promising person in this generation of Saint Pros to become a paladin."

"That's just hope.

But according to what you said, the Duke of St. Hilde has the certainty to control the half-elf kingdom, so I am afraid that our eastern border will soon meet the troops of the northern iron cavalry. This... what should we do! "

Earl Evan laughed: "Okay, I'm not kidding you. In fact, I think the only way to really stop the North is to ask the San Lorenzo family for help."

"Imperial royal family?" Anna thought thoughtfully.

"Yes. We can't stop the north no matter what, and the only solution is to ask the royal family for help."

"The San Lorenzo family...will you help us?"

"Of course it will." Earl Evan said with certainty, "If the Eastern Territory falls into the hands of the Saint Hilde family, hehe, then the San Lorenzo family can still suppress the Saint Hilde family who hold both territories?"

"But...but, isn't there a [Holy Covenant]? How dare the Saint Hilde family..."

Earl Evan smiled disdainfully: "[Holy Covenant]? Hehe, how many of the seven Paladin families that signed the covenant are left? What about the Saint Theon Family and the Saint Voggs Family?"

Anna was silent.

The young girl doesn't seem to be quite used to these dark and dirty things.

"The covenants are all fake, only the military strength is true. If the Saint Hilde family has the strength to sweep the empire, then the Royal Dragon City should change its owner." Earl Evan sighed and said:

"That's why I said that my father is an idiot. Sending us to Silvermoon City is a waste of effort. Why don't we go directly to Yulong City."

"However, now that the half-elf kingdom has not yet fallen into the hands of the North, how can we persuade the San Lorenzo family to intervene when we go to Royal Dragon City?"

"A real wise man will not wait for the imminent approach to deal with it in a hurry, but will foresee future risks when the crisis is still in its infancy, so as to make plans in advance." Earl Evan pointed to the umbrella beside him, " It wasn't raining when I went out, but I brought an umbrella."

He pointed out the window again: "Look, it's raining now."

"Crash!"

Sure enough, it was pouring rain outside the window, and many passers-by who had not rushed home suddenly became chickens.

Anna pouted, feeling that her brother had scolded her too.

Because she didn't bring an umbrella.

"Then let's write a letter to father and ask him to send someone to Yulong City."

"Do you think your father will listen to my advice?" Earl Evan looked disapproving.

"Then I'll write it!" Anna insisted.

"It's useless." Earl Evan sighed, "Do you know what the hardest thing in this world is?"

"what?"

"It is to make a proud person admit that he is inferior to others." Earl Evan said with a look of disdain, "and our father, until the end of the mountain, will not lower his face to beg the San Lorenzo family."

Anna pursed her lips, her face full of stubbornness: "Then we really do nothing, just eat, drink and have fun in Silvermoon City?"

Earl Evan had a cynical smile on his face: "Always do something, otherwise it will be difficult to make business."

Anna looked at her brother's lazy appearance,

Angrily gritted his silver teeth, he said bitterly, "Evan! Don't forget your surname is Saint Proos too! If the northern army invades in a big way, where can you hide?"

Earl Evan didn't speak, and there was a trace of pain on his face.

Anna also lost the mood to speak, and turned her head to look at the rain curtain outside the window, dazed.

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The torrential rain that swept across Silvermoon City was ferocious, and it went very simply.

In the evening, the dark clouds had completely dissipated, revealing a fiery red sunset.

In the open-air garden of the half-elf palace, the maids were removing the awning that covered the rain so that the flowers and plants could be illuminated by the setting sun.

It is a pity that although the precious blood roses in the garden have escaped the attack of the rainstorm, they have not escaped the destruction of the sharp sword.

"Hey! Ha!"

A little boy of about ten years old was wielding a sharp sword, and devastated Queen Elsa's beloved Blood Rose.

Seeing this scene, none of the maids next to him dared to step forward to dissuade him.

Because this little boy is Prince William's son, Charlie Mordwin.

The old king was leaning on crutches, smiling and watching his grandson wreaking havoc in the garden, and he had no plans to stop it.

"His Royal Highness Prince."

"His Royal Highness Prince."

...

At this moment, Prince William suddenly appeared at the gate of the garden and scolded his son who was making trouble:

"Charlie! That's the Queen's beloved blood rose! Don't cut it!"

The little boy was startled, and hurriedly threw away the sword in his hand, as if in this way, the previous destruction had nothing to do with him.

However, the old king on the side was not happy.

I saw him glaring at Prince William and shouting angrily: "What are you fierce? You scared the child!"

Then, he turned to look at Charlie and put on a smile again: "Charlie, don't be afraid, it's just some useless flowers and plants, you can play as you like."

"Oye!" Charlie shouted excitedly, picked up the long sword on the ground again, and began to destroy the blood roses again.

Prince William sighed helplessly, and waved to several overwhelmed maids in the garden, telling them to quickly retreat.

Then, he took a few steps forward, trying to support the old king.

Who knew that the old king waved his hand and stared: "Help for what? Am I that old?"

Prince William was speechless for a while, thinking, don't you want to pretend to be old...

However, the prince who was accustomed to submissiveness did not dare to refute, just asked in a low voice:

"Father, our staff has already found guests from the East in Silvermoon City, but...these two distinguished guests don't seem to be in a hurry to find us..."

"Then what are they doing?"

"They've been running around the taverns in Silvermoon City in the past few days, and they seem to be... tasting all kinds of fine wine..."

The old king frowned, apparently not expecting these two messengers from the East to be so unreliable, so he had to explain: "If they don't come to you, then you go to them."

"Yes."

"Remember to bring good wine."

"Yes."

When Prince William obediently retired, the old king looked at his excited grandson and asked with a smile, "Charlie, why do you like destroying these flowers so much?"

Charlie was stunned for a while, then turned back and said, "I don't know, I just like to see them fall to the ground."

"Hahaha!" The old king seemed very happy, "Okay, then you go on! Remember, the more beautiful these things are, the more dangerous they are! Cut it! It's best to cut it all!"

"Okay, all cut!"

Charlie seemed to have received a sacred mission, and he swung his sword even more vigorously.