Type-Moon Traveler's Enemy

night.

In another town more than ten kilometers away from the town where Alice is located, a town called Lan Ya is under martial law. The people here used to make a living by growing blueberries. Although it is not as good as that in Spain, it has also developed considerably because of blueberries. There are thousands of households and tens of thousands of people here.

When Fujimaru Ritsuka and the others came to capture Irisviel, they originally wanted to go straight there, but they found that this town seemed a little different.

Late in the night, the lights were bright, the people were bustling, and the noise filled the entire town of Lan Ya, and it was already after nine o'clock in the evening.

If this scene were to happen in modern times, or even in the recent past, Fujimaru Ritsuka and his companions would naturally not think there was anything wrong with it. But when was it now? The period of the Ninth Crusade, the 13th century!

The appearance of this scene in the 13th century was enough to prove that there was something wrong, not to mention that they had just encountered a large army of vampires. It was impossible to say that they didn't care.

After all, this kind of scene is very consistent with the vampires' habit of hiding during the day and coming out at night in this era.

Lancelot and Bedivere disguised themselves and dressed up to look like completely different people. They walked into the town of Lanya wearing velvet clothes. After entering, they felt something was not right when they glanced at the bustling crowd.

The skin of most of the passers-by around appeared pale and bloodless under the firelight. They were vampires.

Their skin was completely bloodless, and they looked like walking corpses.

"A vampire?" Bedivere noticed that occasionally a few townspeople looked at him openly, obviously having discovered his true identity as a living person.

Bedivere was not surprised by this, after all, vampires were very sensitive about this. However, these people looked at Lancelot with confusion, obviously unable to figure out this guy's true identity.

Servants are undead, but they are of the noble kind, so they can be called heroic spirits. In essence, they are dead, not living people.

Although the vampires did not speak to Bedivere when they looked at him, the mockery and contempt in their eyes were too obvious to be seen clearly. However, when these vampires looked at Lancelot, they were full of respect and doubt.

Lancelot and Bedivere walked through the crowd calmly and came to a quiet street when they suddenly heard some noise. After hearing the sound, the two showed curiosity and walked over immediately, not bothering to hide themselves.

The main reason is that a living person like Bedivere is too conspicuous to vampires. There is no point in hiding it, so it is better to be open and aboveboard.

After turning a corner, the two men looked out and saw three people standing by the weed-covered wall: a middle-aged male vampire, a young man who had just become a vampire and was still at a loss, and a young woman with a complicated expression.

The vampire seemed to be speaking of something joyful: "Feel it! This is the power we possess, a force that humans cannot match! We can easily rule over ordinary people! Children, I have confirmed that we are not as fragile as the legends say when facing the sun. Just be careful with silver weapons and stay away from church members..."

The woman couldn't wait and said excitedly, "Father! Please let me become a noble vampire!"

Bedivere, who was peeking at them, was shocked: "How could this be? Could it be that the entire family was transformed into vampires directly?..."

Lancelot: "This middle-aged vampire is stronger than the ones we encountered before, but not much stronger. He should be a third-generation vampire."

Bedivere: 'How did you determine that?'

Lancelot: "He must have suddenly gained a powerful force and had trouble controlling it, so the energy was clearly dissipating. I judged this based on the energy intensity."

Bedivere: "I can't observe it... What should I do now?"

Lancelot: "Let's go. The situation here is worse than I thought. Let's go somewhere else and see if there are any humans who can resist vampires. Although I don't think there are any."

'Um. ’

Bedivere and Lancelot left here and walked around the town for a while. The more they looked, the more frightened they became. They found that all the vampires here became vampires voluntarily. There was no coercion. Instead, they really agreed with the idea of ​​becoming vampires with powerful powers to rule ordinary people, and then voluntarily became vampires.

And the people who bite them are usually their family members.

While passing by, the two also heard some information about vampires. They seemed to divide humans into several levels, from the lowest level blood slaves to the highest level blood puppets. This made the two very angry, and they wanted to go back immediately and let Semiramis raze this place to the ground with one shot.

However, they still need to continue exploring.

Bedivere: "Are there really still ordinary people in Lanya Town who are not vampires?"

Lancelot: "There must be some, otherwise what would these vampires gather here to drink? Vampires need to suck blood."

Not long after, the two successfully found an abnormal area in an area in the center of the town. In the night when all the surroundings were brightly lit, the lights in this area were quite sparse, only maintaining basic lighting needs. It was also here that they found the ordinary person they were looking for.

Bedivere glanced through the window and found that there were many beds in the room. There were at least a dozen people in the same room, falling into sweet dreams. Even when they were sleeping, they still had strange and satisfied smiles on their faces.

They all had obvious wounds that had been bled and then scabbed over.

The two of them passed by here quickly without any intention of staying.

Bedivere suppressed his anger: "These people are blood slaves..."

Lancelot: "Well, this place is indeed a blood slave area... Blood servants are what we imagined. Vampires want to ride on people's heads, but they also need people to serve them. Fellow vampires are difficult to deal with, but ordinary people can't resist them, so they have human servants."

Bedivere: "So when I came in just now, those vampires seemed to think I was your servant? They looked at me with disrespect and provocation, but when they looked at you, they looked respectful... So they thought I was a blood servant?!"

Lancelot: 'Well, it seems so.'

Bedivere: 'These damn guys!'

Lancelot: "Now we don't know what the blood doll is. Is it a puppet or something else? We have to find a way to figure it out."