Villains of All Worlds: Starting with the Beautiful Vampire Bride.

Chapter 71 Demon Hunter Tavern

"How much did you lose? How strong are these puppets?" Vlad asked carefully.

In response to Vlad's questioning, Cruise did not hide anything. After all, all the casualties were there, clearly visible.

"We lost more than a dozen brothers, and at least thirty people were injured to varying degrees." Having said this, Cruz paused for a moment before continuing:

“As for their strength, it should be within the normal human range.

It was just that their way of trading injuries for injuries caught us off guard, which is why we lost so many people."

Vlad nodded without saying anything else.

He knew very well that after more than a hundred years of reproduction, the population of the Centaurs was only less than 1,200.

Excluding the old and the young, both men and women, there are no more than 500 people who can be considered fighting.

Although Vlad believed that even the older centaurs had certain abilities, it could not change the fact that their population was sparse.

"When I get back, I need to talk to you guys."

As soon as he finished speaking, Vlad rushed out of the secret realm.

Cruz looked at the receding figure with a thoughtful look.

night.

Wiener Castle, Earldom of Golog.

Looking at the cool and pretty face below, Amelia's eyes as cold as a wild cat now showed a dazed and flushed look.

The sharp contrast made Vlad involuntarily feel the urge to abuse her severely.

But at this time, Vlad was not in a hurry to train.

Instead, he gently stroked the other person's neat hair to show his encouragement to her.

Amelia became even more emotional when she felt the warmth coming from Vlad's palm.

At this moment, with eyes full of wildness, it looked like a puppy that had won the favor of its owner, and it wagged its head even more happily.

For a long time, followed by sobbing.

Vlad let go of the soft hair in his hand, raised Amelia's chin and said:
"What happened to that group of puppet troops today?"

Amelia raised her charming and blurred eyes and muttered incoherently:

"It's so hot, gulp~ cough cough."

"Huh~ Master, I do know something about those puppet armies."

Vlad was curious and asked, "Oh, tell me about it."

Amelia stood up and sat in Vlad's arms, whispering:

"In the northern kingdoms, there is a witch who has great magical powers and can control an army of puppets to serve her. I think what happened today was caused by her."

"No one knows who she is, no one knows what she looks like, and no one knows where she comes from, but I saw what she looks like today."

"Master, you will never guess her identity."

Seeing Amelia trying to take credit, Vlad couldn't help but smile: "Hurry up and tell me. If you satisfy me, I'll reward you later~!"

The last sentence was emphasized deliberately, and Amelia couldn't help but become a lot more shy.

Amelia immediately straightened up and whispered something in Vlad's ear.

Vlad nodded in satisfaction and smiled evilly, "Yes, it seems that I must reward you well."

As the words fell, strange sounds that sounded like crying, yet also like joy, began to echo in the castle room.

A trial against a female vampire officially began.

As the sky brightened, Amelia dragged her tired and limp body to help Vlad put on his clothes, and casually whispered in his ear:

"Master, I have prepared a gift for you, but you will have to wait until the next time you come to see it."

Vlad nodded calmly, not really caring.

He turned around and gently stroked Amelia's blushing face, and said in a calm tone: "Go back and rest, you've been tired all day." She felt the warm hand on her cheek, even though it was just a casual word of comfort.

But it still made Amelia feel warm in her heart, and she looked at Vlad with even stronger love.

Without paying any more attention to Amelia, just as he turned to leave, Vlad seemed to remember something:
"There must be a traitor among the demon hunters you recruited, otherwise the witch wouldn't have received accurate information. You know what to do."

Vlad looked back at Amelia before turning and flying out.

The northern countries, because there are many witches, demon hunters and other creatures here.

Therefore, the power of the Holy See here is extremely weak.

Along the way, Vlad passed through the Kingdom of Lyle and arrived at Arendelle.

Heard and saw too many demon hunters.

Entering here is like arriving at the witcher's base camp.

Although most of the demon hunters are low-level guys who have just escaped the category of ordinary people, they are numerous.

The reason for this situation is that there are too many extraordinary tribes or evil creatures in the north.

For the sake of safety, the people here, especially the merchants, will hire witchers to escort them when they travel between countries. This provides the witchers with sufficient living space.

Unlike in the south, due to the reasons of the Holy See, many extraordinary races are relatively rare or hidden in the dark.

As Vlad pushed open the door of the Witcher Tavern, a noisy atmosphere suddenly came over him.

The pub is not big and is a bit dark even during the day.

The walls were decorated with burning torches and oil lamps. The waitresses, wearing flirtatious, thin skirts that exposed their breasts, shuttled back and forth among the drinkers, avoiding or teasing the sudden attacks of perverted hands.

When he lifted his hood, his aristocratic face was immediately revealed, attracting many people's attention.

"Boss, give me a glass of beer and some side dishes." Vlad threw down a few silver coins and said to the boss.

At the same time, he glanced obscurely at the medal the other person was wearing, which exuded a faint magical power.

Vlad knew that it was a witcher's badge, a fairly useful magical item.

Not just any demon hunter can wear a badge like this.

"Okay, wait a moment, sir."

The boss didn't care about Vlad's subtle gaze. Instead, he responded in a loud voice, which immediately attracted everyone's attention.

The boss's action seemed to be a respectful address to Vlad, but his implication was a warning to the witchers in the tavern not to cause trouble.

"Old fox." Vlad looked at the tavern owner who nodded and smiled at him, and smiled slightly as well, accepting his kindness.

As the food and wine were ready, Vlad did not start eating. Instead, he extended his hand to invite the demon hunters at the next table, "Friend, if you don't mind, let's sit at the same table."

Faced with Vlad's sudden invitation, the three people next to him were stunned at first, but the leading witcher took a look at the untouched food and wine on the table and immediately understood.

"It is a pleasure, my lord."

As soon as he finished speaking, he took the lead and sat over.

As Vlad called for three more glasses of beer, Vlad finally said, "What's your name?"

Vlad looked at the bearded middle-aged man opposite him, who was wearing black leather armor and had a short blade and a dagger at his waist. The other two were dressed similarly, but their weapons were different.

"Sir, everyone calls me Viper Hank, you can just call me Hank." said the bearded middle-aged man.

"Okay, Hank." Vlad raised his glass in greeting, and then asked curiously, "Has anything big happened in Allendale recently?"

"Well, the big news is that the King of Arendelle suddenly passed away due to illness." At this point, the middle-aged man deliberately lowered his voice and said:

“But we don’t think it’s that simple.”

Seeing the middle-aged demon hunter deliberately paused here, Vlad knew what he meant and immediately threw a few silver coins over.

The middle-aged demon hunter named Hank then continued.

(End of this chapter)