The First Vampire

Fallen Eagle City.

In front of a civilian house in the west of the city, Walra knocked at the door.

Soon, a middle-aged woman came out.

She apparently recognized Walra and hurriedly bowed, “Good day, Knight Walra, what can I do for you?”

“Good day, Mrs. Oliver, your husband entrusted me with a letter to deliver to you.” Saying this, Walra handed her the letter.

Mrs. Oliver quickly thanked him and began to scrutinize it.

Her husband hadn’t been home for more than a month, and during this time she had gone to the Tulip Chamber of Commerce in search of him, only to be told that he was on a business trip with the caravan and would probably not return for some time.

This seemed odd to Mrs. Oliver, as her husband had always notified her several days in advance before each long journey, asking her to help prepare the luggage.

But this time, there was no warning.

After reading her husband’s letter, Mrs. Oliver looked even more worried. She quickly asked, “Knight Walra, do you know where my husband is?”

Walra shook his head, “I apologize, madam, but I am only responsible for delivering letters. I should not speak of anything else. However, I suggest you do as he said.”

Mrs. Oliver seemed to understand. She nodded repeatedly, “Alright, I’ll take the children and leave Fallen Eagle City immediately!”

Having said this, she hastily apologized to Walra and hurried back into the house.

Walra left soon after, but instead of going far, he chose a spot near a tavern and sat down by the window.

About an hour later, Mrs. Oliver came out with two boys, followed by three servants laden with bags big and small. They hurried towards the city gate.

Walra immediately followed them.

However, when they reached the city gate, Mrs. Oliver and her group were stopped.

In fact, all residents trying to leave the city have been stopped. The guards at the gate announced loudly –

No one is allowed to leave Fallen Eagle City today, only to enter.

Mrs. Oliver repeatedly begged the guards for leniency, and even offered a substantial bribe, but she was still mercilessly refused.

Walra, who was hiding not far, watched for a while before shaking his head and leaving.

His bad feeling intensified in his heart, and he was even more certain – the St. Sean family was up to something in Fallen Eagle City!

How should he notify Viscount Angler?

Walra was a bit worried.

In fact, his purpose to feign injury and return for treatment this time was to help Colin secretly take control of Fallen Eagle City. However, before their plan could begin, the St. Sean family seemed to be one step ahead.

The street had just been repaved, but by scraping aside the layer of gray crushed stone on the surface, one could find the layer of black coal stone underneath.

Walra came to a deserted alley, drew his knight sword emitting a faint sacred light, and turned it into a golden lightning bolt slashing towards the wall.

Boom!

Rocks flew.

Walra immediately inspected the gap in the wall, and indeed, besides the fragments of the gray rock, there were also pieces of black coal stone.

The noise from this destruction had caught attention, and there were sounds of people outside the alley. Seeing this, Walra quickly slipped away.

Based on this series of findings and the information provided by Oliver, Walra was almost certain of the St. Sean family’s plans. But what puzzled him was why the St. Sean family would do this?

While pondering, Walra didn’t notice that there were fewer and fewer pedestrians around him, and eventually, they all disappeared. By the time he noticed something was off, he found himself surrounded.

“I am Walra Uman, who are you?” Walra unsheathed his Knight Sword and shouted.

The eight armored knights who came up did not speak. Their faces were obscured by helmets as they silently closed in on Walra.

“Mother, is it you?” Walra shouted, apparently trying to summon Penny.

Unfortunately, his question received no response.

It was unknown whether Penny didn’t want to see him, or if she wasn’t there at all.

Walra sighed, seeming to accept his fate, and swung his long sword at a knight in front of him.

Clang, clang, clang!

The sound of metal clashing echoed as Walra attempted to break through the encirclement, but unfortunately, there were too many enemies and they were all skilled. His charge was stopped midway.

Hissss!

A long sword was thrust into Walra’s back and pierced through his chest.

With a horrific scream, Walra collapsed to the ground.

Whoosh!

The enemy swung two additional blows at his back before retreating silently.

Night descended, and Fallen Eagle City returned to tranquility.

And it was even more tranquil than usual, because tonight, Fallen Eagle City was under curfew.

The residents complained a few words, but they could only obediently hide in their homes, and go to bed early.

However, after not sleeping for long, many people woke up from their dreams, sweating profusely due to the heat.

When they touched their faces and bodies, they found out they were drenched in sweat.

Looking out of the window, it was still pitch-black, but there seemed to be faint flashes of light.

Why would the spring nights of North Territory be this hot?

Lady Oliver was also woken by the heat. The child beside her kept crying, clamouring for water.

She had to get out of bed to fetch water, but when she stepped barefoot onto the floor, she was shocked to find that the floor was actually hot!

Just as she was perplexed, she faintly heard noises of commotion from outside.

Although Lady Oliver didn’t like to meddle, a servant rushed over and shouted, “Ma’am! Ma’am! The house next door is on fire!”

Bewildered, Lady Oliver instantly commanded, “Then what are you waiting for? Go and help put out the fire!”

“Yes, yes!”

Lady Oliver frowned but didn’t think much of it.

However, the fire quickly grew larger, showing signs of getting out of control.

Moreover, Lady Oliver saw several places in the city ablaze, and thick smoke rising to the sky.

More and more residents ran out of their burning houses, some naked, shouting and screaming in the streets, even ignoring the curfew.

The soldiers did not try to control these frantic residents, but joined them in the efforts to put out the fire.

However, the city’s fire not only wasn’t extinguished, but grew more ferocious.

Bucket after bucket of water was poured onto the fire, only to evaporate in steam. The flames that were just extinguished sprang up again in bright red tongues, seemingly unstoppable.

“The St. Sean family wants to burn down Fallen Eagle City. Everyone, follow me and run out of the city!”

The supposed “dead” knight Walra suddenly stood up and shouted at the crowd.

However, his call failed to gather much response.

The city’s residents found it hard to believe such terrifying words. Moreover, their homes were in the city, and unless absolutely necessary, how could they bear to abandon everything?

Walra shouted as he walked, but only a handful of people were willing to follow him out of the city.

In just a short period, the city’s fire had become more aggressive. Tongues of fiery red flames continuously erupted from the ground reaching for the sky. What was originally a dim ring of fire had turned into a sea of flames in the blink of an eye.

It was at this point that most of the residents began to sense something wrong. They began to believe Walra’s words, and more and more people started following him to flee from the city.

But when they, treading on the scorching ground, rushed to the city gate, they were horrified to find that the city wall of Fallen Eagle City had already turned into a wall of fire.

Walra tried to continue rushing forward, but after only a few steps, he was pushed back by the intense flame and suffocating smoke.

Something’s not right!

Walra immediately realized that if it were just coal stone, the fire wouldn’t have spread so quickly. After all, starting a fire with coal stone wasn’t as simple as it appeared. There must be some other factors fueling the city’s inferno.

If Walra were able to fly up to the sky and look down, he would see that the flames soaring from Fallen Eagle City had gradually spread into lines of fire dragons. These fire dragons entwined each other, forming the pattern of a mysteriously complex Arcane Array.

The center of the Array was the location of the Uman Clan’s castle.

There, there was no trace of flames, just a lone figure in a mage’s robe, standing at the highest point of the castle. In his hand was a small dagger, and he was muttering incantations.

The rolling flames illuminated his face; it was none other than Mr. Ji.

The raging fire within the city lit up the starry night sky, making it almost as bright as day. The screams of terror were unending and the smell of charred flesh lingered in the air.

Even this hellish scene couldn’t evoke any reactions from Mr. Ji. He slowly raised the dagger in his hand.

Swosh!

And gouged out his left eye!