Patriarchal Kindred

Chapter 3 Departure

A lord has the right to be provided for by his people, but at the same time, he must also be obliged to protect them from all evil.

In this world of crises, although humans occupy the richest land in the centre of the continent, they are also subject to the gaze of the surrounding alien races.

For this reason, when the Shining Empire was first founded, it established a Law of Lordship, which defined the rights and obligations of lords.

According to this law, a nobleman who lost his territory was stripped of his title.

The Knights of Carter were the victims of this law.

Their family was stripped of their titles when their territory was overrun by trolls.

Thus, Carter became a wandering knight.

Without the support of his domain, the knight was so miserable that he could barely afford to maintain his armour and weapons.

Luckily, the Baron of Anglet took him in.

Carter also offered his loyalty to the Angles.

But apparently, this loyalty did not stand the test of time.

For just moments before, Knight Carter had plunged his own dagger into the chest of Baron d'Anglet's son.

And plunged it twice.

Carter looked at Colin's body with a flash of guilt in his eyes, but was soon determined once more.

Thinking of the man's promise to himself, Carter felt that his dream of reviving his family was within reach.

However, just as Carter rose from the bed, ready to leave quietly, his footsteps suddenly stopped.

Turning abruptly, Carter saw only a flash of cold light coming towards him!

"Giggle!"

A sharp pain came from Carter's chest, causing him to whisper and hiss uncontrollably.

But the physical pain could not hide the fear in his mind - that Colin, who should have died, was alive again!

Was he a demon?

In a moment of rage and horror, Carter subconsciously picked up the dagger still in his hand and stabbed it forward in a smooth motion.

"Ah!"

There was a muffled grunt from across the room, followed by Colin's teeth-grinding laugh: "That hurt, didn't it? You've stabbed me twice, you bastard! Oh, no, three times!"

"You ...... you ......" Carter only felt the strength drain from his body rapidly and his consciousness begin to blur.

"Say! Who sent you?"

But before Colin could ask anything, Carter's body had gradually gone limp, and blood couldn't stop gurgling out of his mouth.

Colin moved closer, only to hear the other man's dying voice: "Monster ...... Monster ......"

That's dead?

That's too much of a stab!

Colin looked at Carter, who had completely lost his voice, and suddenly regretted something - he should have avoided the other party's vital points.

Now well, the only clue was broken again.

Looking at the bloody body in front of him, Colin gasped slightly, but didn't panic.

For one thing, he had acted in self-defence, so he had no psychological burden.

Secondly, this was not the first time he had killed someone.

Of course, the "he" here refers to the former owner of the body Colin now occupies.

In his previous life, Colin was a law-abiding citizen who had never even been in a fight, not to mention killing, but the owner of this body had been to war and had memories of scenes that were a hundred times more bloody and horrific than what was happening in front of him.

So, after the fusion of his memories, what he saw in front of him was only a small scene for Colin.

Poof, the candle on the desk was lit.

Colin once again spread out the roll of parchment and recorded:

[Attacks against the heart and throat are no longer fatal.]

Remembering the legend that vampires seem to be afraid of silver weapons, he added:

[Normal weapons only, silver weapons to be tested ......]

As he wrote this, Colin was a little worried - how could he test this?

You can't stab yourself with a silver weapon, can you?

What if he was really stabbed to death?

However, Colin then realised - who in their right mind would use a metal like silver to make a weapon?

So unless he deliberately exposed his weakness, no one would make a silver weapon specifically to deal with him.

So he stopped dwelling on that point.

Putting down his quill, Colin picked up the glass of wine on the table and reappeared in front of the body of Knight Carter.

"Poof!"

The dagger in the corpse's chest was pulled out and blood gurgled out.

Colin's face was stoic as he placed the wine glass under the wound.

The flickering candle flame reflected on Corin's pale face, and the smell of blood that filled the air made it seem extraordinarily eerie and frightening in the dim night.

"Grrr, grrr ......"

A gentle taste.

It was sweet.

Colin smacked his lips, a little unfulfilled.

He then closed his eyes and felt the changes in his body carefully - it didn't seem to be any different from the reaction he had after drinking the deer blood.

Except that there were still some signs of a slight heat in his body.

Thinking it was an after-effect of the violent fight he had just had, Collin didn't pay much attention to it.

It was better to drink animal blood in the future.

There was still a psychological barrier to drinking human blood, and since there was no additional benefit, there was no need for him to make himself feel uncomfortable.

Putting down the blood-stained glass, Colin looked at the corpse in front of him and began to fret.

Although he had taken care of his assassin, Colin knew that the Knight of Carter was just a pawn and that someone else must have killed him.

The reason was simple: Carter would gain nothing by killing him, except that he would be hunted to the ends of the earth by the Angles.

Moreover, he had no personal grudge against Carter.

So, someone must have paid a lot of money to buy Carter's assassination.

And who would that person be?

Colin searched around in his memory, but couldn't pinpoint any suspicious characters.

There was no way out, there were too few clues.

The feeling that the enemy was in the dark and I was in the dark made it very difficult for Colin.

Besides, if this man could buy Carter, he could buy others too.

Was Eamonn the butler involved in this?

What about the others?

Thinking of this, Colin suddenly felt that the Grey Castle was now very dangerous.

Especially with Baron d'Anglet away on campaign.

He didn't want to deal with round after round of assassinations; after all, he couldn't be sure if he was really unkillable now.

Although he didn't seem to have any fatalities in this current body, if someone cut his head off, he doubted that he could grow another one ......

Moreover, even if he did not die, if this secret was leaked out, then I am afraid his situation would be very unpleasant.

So, looking at the flickering row of candles on his desk, Colin gradually made up his mind ......

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The two or three hours before sunrise were the most restful time for people to sleep.

Even the guards on duty could not help but doze off at this time.

However, they were soon awakened by a scream: "Fire! There's a fire!"

The darkness of the Grey Castle was instantly alive with servants and guards rushing to Colin's bedroom with buckets of water to try and extinguish the raging fire.

Meanwhile, Colin himself quietly leapt from a window on the other side of the castle, rolled to the ground and then scurried off into the distance under the cover of night.

Suddenly, Colin stopped dead in his tracks, his right hand gripping the hilt of his sword at his waist.

There was a rustling sound and a small cat emerged from the bushes in front of Colin.

"Meow-" The kitten seemed to recognise the foolish human he had just defeated during the day, and suddenly became haughty.

Relieved, Collin clutched the kitten by the back of the neck and carried it to him, laughing, "Heh, now that you've found it, you're coming with me."

"Meow-"

"Well, just in time, you can be a mobile blood bag."

"Meow?"

(End of this chapter)