The Original Vampire

Ice Rock City.

In an ordinary tavern in the west of the city, the atmosphere was warm and cheerful.

Wooden tables and chairs were randomly moved around the hall, and the empty space in the middle became a simple dance floor. The enthusiastic and heroic northerners were showing off their lame dance moves and drinking spicy and refreshing barley wine.

The tavern owner instructed several attendants to continuously bring out all kinds of food and drinks from the bar, and the flames burning in the fireplace dispelled the chill of early spring.

Ding-dong-

In the crisp doorbell, a young man dressed in purple clothes and a red soft hat walked into the tavern.

On his shoulders hung a bosom harp, the bard's favorite instrument.

When the people in the tavern saw the young man, they cheered and seemed to be very familiar with him.

A drinker exclaimed, "Dear Mr. Bard! What story are you going to bring us today?"

The young minstrel took off the red soft hat, raised his chin, walked to the center of the dance floor with a proud face, and said reservedly: "I have a good story, but do you have a good wine worthy of it?"

"Why isn't there any good wine!" Everyone roared and looked at the tavern owner behind the bar.

The tavern owner shook his head helplessly, took out a bottle of beautifully packaged red wine reluctantly, and shouted, "Three silver coins! Remember to settle the bill for him!"

"You know, our rewards have always been generous!"

"But the story has to be exciting, or I won't pay for it!"

"Hurry up, hurry up, what's a good story today?"

...

In the urging of the crowd, the bard took the wine from the tavern owner unhurriedly, raised his head and took a sip, then closed his eyes in enjoyment.

It wasn't until the crowd's condemnation became more intense that he opened his eyes again, as if he was still reminiscing about the taste of the wine, and shook his head and fiddled with the harp in his hands.

With the crisp sound of the piano, the tavern gradually quieted down, except for the crackling sound of the charcoal in the fireplace.

The drinkers were seated,

Patiently waiting for the bard's performance.

"Today, I bring you the story of Viscount Angele's expedition to the Troll Empire."

"Oh, wait!" a drinker interrupted suddenly, "How many times have we heard the story of the Viscount's expedition to the Troll Empire these days, can you bring something new?"

"Yes, yes! Otherwise, don't blame us for not paying for your drinks!"

Hearing the crowd's clamor, the bard snorted impatiently and said, "Of course I won't tell you what you all know."

"Then what are you going to say?"

"Today I'm going to tell the story of how Viscount Angele killed the Troll Emperor, do you want to hear it?"

"Listen, listen, listen!"

The crowd suddenly quieted down.

Although the deeds of Colin's expedition to the troll empire have spread all over the streets of Ice Rock City, some details have not been disclosed. At this time, the bard actually said that he knew the most dramatic scene of the expedition. Details, of course, everyone is interested.

The bard coughed a few times, plucked the strings again, and began to chant:

"It was a snowy morning,

Outside the Troll King City, the black cavalry army is pressing down.

The evil troll hid behind the decaying royal city,

Don't dare to face the black cavalry's edge.

Incarnation of justice, the invincible Viscount Angele,

An invitation to a duel to the cowardly troll emperor..."

"Duel?" A voice interrupted the bard suddenly. "How did I hear that Viscount Angele was inviting the Troll Emperor for a meeting?"

"Huh?" The bard's brows twitched together. "Who interrupted me?"

Everyone also followed the prestige and saw two middle-aged men sitting opposite each other in the corner.

Under the dim candlelight, they couldn't see their faces clearly, but their voices were very unfamiliar.

"Hey, you two strangers who don't understand the rules, you are not welcome here."

The crowd suddenly roared, trying to drive away the two foreigners who disturbed them to listen to the story.

The tavern owner frowned and walked over, just about to scold him, but after seeing the rather luxurious clothes on the other party's body, his tone suddenly softened a lot:

"Sorry, you two, please leave as soon as possible, I don't want to cause trouble."

The two foreigners looked at each other and smiled, without embarrassing the tavern owner. After throwing out a few silver coins, they got up and walked out.

The tavern owner picked up the silver coin and sighed in his heart——

Really two generous guests ah.

So, he turned his head and reprimanded the drinkers angrily: "You bastards, just drove away two big customers!"

The drinkers naturally smiled again, saying that they would take care of the tavern owner's business, and persuaded him not to worry about the two foreigners.

...

After leaving the tavern, the younger one of the foreigners said to his companion, "My lord, I actually heard a new version."

"Yeah." The older foreigner laughed, "Hehe, there are already five or six versions of the story of how Viscount Angele killed the Troll Emperor.

Some say they were killed during a duel, some say they were killed by a sudden attack during the meeting, some say they were killed by a sneak attack after the meeting, and some say they were surrounded and killed by the black cavalry army pretending to be troll captives..."

"I always feel that someone is deliberately spreading these different versions, I am afraid the purpose is to hide the real process."

"But why do you want to do this? Why do you hide the details of such a glorious thing as beheading a troll emperor?"

"Perhaps, the method that Viscount Angele really used... is a bit despicable."

"Possibly. But fighting on the battlefield, there is nothing to be used to the extreme, and there is nothing despicable that is not despicable."

"Viscount Angele is still young after all, I'm afraid he still wants to establish a glorious image for himself."

"Hehe, young..." The older foreigner shook his head, not knowing what he was denying, "Let's go, after spending so many days in Ice Rock City, it's time to meet the magical Viscount Angele. already."

"Yes, my lord."

...

The two foreigners came all the way to the Red Fort.

It was getting dark at this time, and the guards in front of the castle blocked their way and asked, "Who are you?"

The older stranger shook off his cape, revealing the golden lion badge on his chest.

The guard suddenly widened his eyes: "You, are you the messenger of the Saint Hilde family?"

"You don't know me?" The stranger took two steps forward, letting the light of the torch illuminate his face.

The guards looked at it carefully for a long time, and they all felt that this person was a little familiar.

Suddenly, one of the guards finally remembered and exclaimed, "Saint... Lord Saint Hilde! It's really you! Huan... welcome to the Red Fort!"

"Lord Duke?" The rest of the guards woke up like a dream, and hurriedly bowed and saluted.

Duke St. Hilde smiled and waved his hand, "Where's Colin? If he's not asleep, let him come to see me."

"Yes, yes!" The guards hurriedly welcomed Duke St. Hilde into the Red Fort, and at the same time, one person hurriedly rushed to the lord's bedroom.

The Duke of the North came to Ice Rock City quietly.