Type-Moon Traveler's Enemy

Being classified as the highest-level blood puppets, Lancelot and Bedivere always believed that it was impossible for them to appear in an ordinary vampire family, so they quickly set their target.

Just head straight for the big, nice house in the town that still has lights on.

The two made the right choice and soon found the residence of a vampire who was probably a local noble in his previous life. A tall and large wall separated the houses inside from the town outside, making it look like a small fortress.

Bedivere: 'How do we get in?'

Lancelot: "Just sneak in. This is the last place we need to investigate. Even if we are discovered, we can just start fighting."

Having made up their minds, the two of them climbed over the wall and entered after confirming that there was no magical guarding here. After successfully sneaking in, both of them became cautious.

This is different from wandering around outside and being misunderstood as to your identity. Being discovered here means there is a problem.

Fortunately, the two men were quite strong. They saw two vampires passing by along the way, knocked out five servants and seven guards, dragged them all to a hidden corner, and removed their joints and jaws.

These are ordinary people, not vampires. Obviously, even the nobles here do not intend to share the power of vampires with their servants after becoming vampires.

Soon, the two of them found their target in a house slightly smaller than the largest one through the details of their treatment. Ordinary people who were not blood slaves or blood servants and were served by blood servants could only be blood puppets.

She was a woman with pale skin but undoubtedly a living person. She was not a vampire, and her attire was much better than that of a blood servant, but not as good as the vampire that the two had seen passing by before.

Bedivere saw through the gap in the window that there were two round strips of skin on the woman's neck that were slightly whiter and tenderer than the ones next to them. Obviously, even a blood doll would have its blood sucked.

As the woman turned her head and carefully dressed herself up, the two men could clearly see her appearance. She was not bad looking and had some beauty.

Bedivere: "What does a blood doll even mean? Is it a spouse? But that shouldn't be the case. She doesn't even have vampire powers."

Lancelot: "This woman doesn't seem to reject the living environment here. That's right, if she was dissatisfied with this place, the vampires here would not keep her at home."

Bedivere: "So this woman is actually the personal blood bag of a certain vampire here?"

Lancelot: "If nothing unexpected happens, that should be the case. Remember those blood slaves we saw before? They had signs of bloodletting on their bodies, slept in a room with more than a dozen people, and were treated very poorly. They should be providing blood for the common vampires to drink. Even if they became vampires, the nobles would not share the blood of the common people like those ordinary vampires."

Bedivere: "Then why don't ordinary vampires overthrow these nobles and become the new nobles themselves? That way they can enjoy their own blood puppets like them, instead of sharing the blood of ordinary people with other vampires."

Lancelot: "...because they have an additional group that they can use to oppress and vent their anger, which allows them to experience a sense of superiority. That is ordinary people. If noble vampires are the upper class of today's vampire society, then ordinary vampires are the middle class, and ordinary humans are the lower class for them. They should only be considered bread and butter?"

Bedivere's face was completely hidden in the shadows. He remained silent for a long moment before responding, "We've already uncovered quite a few results. Although we don't want to alarm the enemy by capturing someone alive for interrogation, we can capture a vampire after we leave this town to question whether our guess is correct. So, do we still need to continue exploring?"

Lancelot: "No, we have knocked out twelve people. It won't be long before they find out that someone in their family is missing. Let's leave here first."

The two retreated quickly and wandered for a long time before leaving the town. They finally found a lone weak male vampire, knocked him out and took him to an area where basically no one came.

Bedivere breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the kidnapped vampire. Now the night for vampires is equivalent to the day for humans. Vampires are extremely active at night. Fortunately, they are not so idle as to run to uninhabited areas. They are still social creatures living in groups.

Lancelot: "Bedivere, stab him with your sword to restrain him."

"Okay." Bedivere didn't waste any words and directly stabbed the vampire's body with his sword. The sword even penetrated the ground and nailed it firmly to the ground.

Lancelot slapped the vampire twice to wake him up, and at the same time, anticipating that the other party might scream, he pinched the vampire's mouth with his other hand.

The moment the vampire felt the pain, he instinctively wanted to wail, but he was horrified to find that he had been kidnapped and was unable to move at all.

"If you dare to make a sound, cause a disturbance, or try to secretly inform your companions, you must die now! Do you understand?" Lancelot threatened the vampire with a gloomy face, and only relaxed his hand a little when he saw the vampire nodded hurriedly.

The vampire gasped and said in fear, "Please let me go!"

Lancelot said gloomily, "If you dare to talk nonsense again, you will die! We ask questions, you answer. Do you understand?"

"Ming, I understand..."

Bedivere took out the weapon he had searched for from the vampire's clothes. It was a silver dagger with a wooden hilt that hadn't been unsheathed yet. After pulling it out, he asked, "Why are you a vampire carrying a silver weapon?"

The vampire was afraid when he heard this question, but he said as a matter of course: "Because if I have a conflict with another vampire, silver weapons can help me better defeat that vampire! It's the same with other vampires!"

Lancelot and Bedivere looked at each other and found that it made sense. Vampires could not be united as one, and there would inevitably be conflicts for their own interests. Of course, they would use whatever method was better to kill their opponents.

Lancelot asked in a low voice, "That's true, but aren't you afraid that these silver weapons you carry with you will hurt you? And you could be killed by them if you're not careful."

The vampire smiled bitterly and said, "No matter how threatening a creature that can't move on its own is, it can't compare to the threat posed by our own compatriots. Facing a vampire of equal or even stronger strength, a reliable silver weapon will become our trump card. We can rely on this weapon to successfully counterattack and survive..."

Lancelot was silent. Indeed, compared to the ambitious plan to kill his own kind, a handful of dead things was not very dangerous. He couldn't throw the baby out with the bathwater.