Using the MC system to pretend spiritual revival

Chapter 72 The Birth of a Vampire Genius
"No problem, sir! I will do my best!"

The two men standing there remained noncommittal, smiling skeptically without saying a word in response to his assurance.

But since there was really no other alternative, this was the only way to do it.

Thinking it over, Ang Lee offered a few perfunctory words of encouragement before turning to leave the ward.

"Very good, very energetic, I hope you can bring good news..."

After saying that, he turned to leave, but Smith quickly called him back. He had no choice but to turn back to see what the man had to say next.

Smith, on the other hand, was very formal. He rolled off the bed and knelt on one knee facing forward.

"I, Harold Smith, swear by my family name and honor, by my life and by my faith, that I shall be loyal to you until the end of my life!"

With this impassioned speech, he reached out and pulled off an intricately patterned amulet from his neck, holding it above his head with both hands.

This move shocked everyone, but considering that the Smith family was an ancient knightly family, it wasn't so surprising.

This formal ceremony of pledging allegiance did slightly change Ang Lee's opinion of him.

He hesitated for a moment before reaching out and picking up the thing that looked like a badge.

Upon noticing this, Smith, who was kneeling on the ground, breathed a sigh of relief, and his expression relaxed considerably.

He had his own reasons for this move; the older something is, the more it tends to be immersed in the past.

For a vampire whose lifespan is unknown, this ancient way of showing loyalty would likely be more likely to please them.

Judging from the change in his eyes, he had clearly made the right bet.

Thinking it over, Smith continued the allegiance ceremony with some nervousness, trying to suppress his tone and make it sound more serious and reliable.

"My lord, I will be loyal to you forever! May I have the honor of knowing your name?"

After saying this, he waited silently, feeling nervous.

Li An, who had already put away the talisman, was unaware of the intricacies involved. After a moment's thought, he spoke.

“My name is Li An. You can call me Saintess, just like they do.”

After saying this, seeing that the people on the ground had no reaction, he waved his hand and left the room with several vampires.

As Eric walked, he could faintly hear the saintess speaking to those around her.

"...Keep a close eye on it...If all else fails, we'll use Plan B: create a major incident to attract public attention...buy time for the vampire project..."

You could hear the soldier's disapproval of Operation Smith, and his voice also betrayed his helplessness.

Once the door closed, only he and old Eric remained inside.

Smith was still kneeling on the ground in the same position he had been at the beginning.

As he pondered Ang Lee's last words, his mind raced, trying to decipher the relationship between the two.

“Li An…Saintess…”

He pondered the vast amount of mythological texts he had read, but ultimately gained nothing.

Eric, who had been standing silently, looked at the person on the ground who had started muttering to himself again, and sighed deeply.

"Ugh…"

Now that he is already the brother acknowledged by the Holy Maiden, he can't be scared out of his wits and shirk his responsibilities.

He carefully stepped closer to the other person and patted them on the shoulder.

"I've come to my senses, the saintess is already gone..."

This action interrupted Smith's rambling, and after realizing what was happening, he looked at the empty room.

Just as she had said, the saintess left, and even the guards followed her.

He then stood up, straightened his clothes, and shook hands with Eric, who was standing next to him.

He didn't seem to care at all about being kicked earlier.

Eric didn't say anything, but simply took a small note from his jacket pocket and handed it to Smith.

After seeing the other party take it, he began to explain.

"This is the list of people who will be added to the blood bank. They will no longer appear in the public eye. All you need to do is prepare a plausible reason for their disappearance."

After he finished speaking, the other person carefully opened the note and read it through. After hesitating for a moment, they still asked some questions out of concern.

"What are you going to do? This is the first task the Holy Maiden has given you, and you'd better do it well."

Hearing the distrustful tone in the other person's voice, Smith looked up from the list.

He didn't show any displeasure at the tone, but instead smiled slightly and turned to the list to explain.

“The Olsens are from out of town, so all we need is a fake travel record. Harvey is a veteran, so all we need is a shooting news story…” In this way, he explained the basic information of each person on the list, leaving Eric across from him speechless.

Finally, Smith concluded with a single sentence.

"Most of them don't have close relatives, and even if they do, I'm confident I can handle it."

Seeing the other party's confident demeanor, coupled with his seemingly serious remarks, Eric could only temporarily dispel his concerns.

"Alright, it seems you already have a plan, but you'd better get started quickly, the sun will be up in a few hours..."

"...Remember, you are now a vampire, a race of the night. Any ray of sunlight will kill you."

"I don't want to see the news on TV one morning that the mayor set himself on fire in the street and burned himself to ashes."

After giving this piece of advice, he gave Smith, who was smiling, a final, deep look.

Then he turned around and prepared to leave.

"I'll be careful, brother. Thanks for your concern."

After saying this to the other person's back, he immediately added something else.

"I heard you refer to your compatriots that way last night, I'm sure I didn't use it wrong, right?"

Old Eric paused in his tracks as he left, said nothing, but turned back to look at Smith with a complicated expression, and nodded slightly.

The next moment, it exploded into a swarm of bats and quickly flew out of the room.

Smith, who was standing there, looked on with a strange light in his eyes. When the ward was finally empty, he carefully put the note away from his body.

He then rubbed his hands together excitedly.

"How did this happen again? Let's try it..."

Then, Smith excitedly muttered in his mind, imagining himself turning into a bat.

After trying several times.

next moment.

"Peng~"

With a twist, Smith, who was standing still, instantly transformed into a bat that was nearly a meter long.

However, the next moment it fell to the ground with a "thud".

Then, a bat-like head with a pointed snout and monkey-like face raised up and shook its head violently.

Clearly, this setback did not dampen his enthusiasm at all.

For the next ten minutes or so, the small ward was filled with clanging and banging noises, as if it had been burgled.

The incident drew frequent glances from nurses and doctors passing by in the corridor, and some who knew who was inside gave it strange looks.

If this hospital hadn't been controlled by ordinary people on the periphery of the Salvation Church, someone would probably have rushed in to check the situation long ago.

Inside the room, Smith would sometimes transform into a large bat, sometimes scatter into a swarm of small bats, and sometimes even transform back into human form in mid-air before crashing to the ground.

In no time, the room was a mess, with equipment scattered everywhere.

However, the vampires seemed to have an exceptionally strong physique; after such a series of thrashings, they showed no signs of injury or fatigue.

And isn't there a saying that goes like this?

Interest is the best teacher.

So, driven by his surging interest, Smith practiced countless times and finally succeeded in flying.

Although it's not very stable yet, it won't suddenly switch modes and crash.

And then the next moment.

Footage outside the hospital.

A silver moon hung high in the sky, and a dark figure crouched up at the small window of a hospital room.

The small window opened a moment later.

A small, dark figure suddenly darted out, flitting about in the night.

After a final, stumbling circle, it identified its direction and charged straight ahead.

Against the backdrop of the full moon, the Brownian motion trails traced by the stars disappeared into the night.

Eric, standing atop the tower to the side, couldn't help but rub his forehead.

"Ugh…"

(End of this chapter)