Drawing Cards in the Middle Ages to Rise in Ranks-Chapter 527 - 306: Night of the Vampire

"Are you Yasal?"

The night wind howled.

The marquis, wearing Holy Cross Plate Armor engraved with countless patterns, looked expressionlessly at the man who had appeared abruptly opposite him.

"Of course not." 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

The man smiled as he denied the marquis’s inquiry. His appearance was handsome, his figure tall and slim, clad in a black wool cloak, standing on the battlements with his back to the night sky, looking like a black ghost.

After denying, he slightly turned his head to look at the shadow behind him: "Come out, you can’t escape my eyes—the mutated Blood Magic is interesting, but as long as it’s Blood Magic, it’s ineffective against me."

Kurs, of course, wouldn’t listen to him.

This guy could quietly appear here without making a sound, evading the notice of both him and Losa, clearly showing formidable strength.

"You serve Yasal?"

Losa bluntly said, he could sense no killing intent from the other party, but there are too many things Beast Intuition can’t feel.

"Serve? Not quite, at most, it’s a transaction."

The man shook his head, pulled at the corner of his mouth, and emphasized: "Yasal wants me to kill you."

The marquis’s response was indifferent: "But now it seems you don’t plan to fulfill the contract?"

The man showed an exaggerated smile.

He seemed to love smiling and had a flair for performance, moving like a court jester or clown: "Look what you said, my credibility is very good, when the employer pays Blood Sacrifice, I will complete the commission; this is a contract belonging to the Blood Race—unfortunately, after investigation, I found the Blood Sacrifice he offered is not anywhere near the stakes required to kill you."

"So?" Losa retorted, "You abandon your employer then?"

"How could I, I’m not a Devil."

The man hastily defended: "Three hundred years ago, the reputation of the Vampire Duke was a prominent brand in the Levant, throughout the Eastern Dark World, more reliable than any Assassin nowadays by ten thousand times."

"Vampire Duke?"

The man smiled and said: "Right, just by taking out my Contract, he could summon me for a trade, Yasal’s family happens to possess this Ancient Scroll. Unfortunately, his price was too low, so he had to change the condition, and during the fall of the city, I sent his family members and confidants along with him across the river."

Losa frowned: "So the reason you’re now before me is? Looking for a new commission?"

"That’s right."

The man who claimed to be a vampire smiled and said: "I sensed on this one under your command a Blood Magic Power that feels familiar but also very unfamiliar to me—may I ask, are you also a vampire?"

This was spoken to the shadow beneath the tower battlements.

Kurs stealthily changed position again just now, but was still immediately seen through by the other.

"No."

Kurs remained silent, Losa continued speaking.

Kurs and Furinjira are of course not vampires of this world, in their world, they call themselves Blood Kin, Blood Race, Holy Race, but never "vampire." Just like the Eastern Empire never called itself Byzantine, the term wasn’t even used at this time.

The vampire shrugged helplessly: "Alright, I’ll believe it for now, so the second question is—Marquis, what... race are you?"

"Human."

"Ha, such a rich dragon scent, more like a True Dragon than a True Dragon, how could that be human? If it weren’t for that peculiar Dark Power coiling around you, I would have suspected you were one of those high-level dragon species with Transformation Technique."

Losa didn’t answer his question but instead countered: "Why are you asking these questions? Out of curiosity?"

"Not entirely."

The man licked his lips: "There’s also the factor of being greedy, now, I’m going to talk about the content of the trade."

"What trade?"

"Hand over this subordinate of yours to me, I want to study the aura on him—that kind of Blood Magic Power, unlike us vampires, full of vitality, is really tempting—as compensation, I will serve in place of this subordinate for you."

Seeing Losa look at him as if he were an idiot, the man showed a face of regret: "Alright, that indeed was excessive, let’s change it then."

"Go ahead."

"I want to taste your blood, honestly, I’ve drunk many types of dragon blood but none so alluring as the one on you. As long as you give up half of your blood from head to toe, I’ll serve you."

After speaking, he immediately added: "Trust me, it will be a very worthwhile deal. I know you’re about to become the King of Egypt, but even as King of Egypt, can you rank in the top ten among the kings? You’re not satisfied with just that, right!"

"If you have my help, I will make you the most noble Emperor of the Empire, the most powerful person in this world."

Losa chuckled silently, the man’s words were true, but obviously a half-baked understanding.

The crown of the Emperor of Germania, inherited from the Western Empire, is undoubtedly the head of kings in terms of legality, superior to the King of Gaul, the Albion King, and the various kings of Iberia.

However, compared to the Germania Emperor’s throne, entangled with intrigue and facing countless covetous eyes, if it were displayed alongside the throne of the King of Egypt for selection, most of the nobility would probably prefer to be the king in the prosperous Egypt.

Losa had no intention of educating the vampire and had never planned to trade with this mysterious vampire from the beginning.

Handing over half of his blood, even if his life force was strong and he wouldn’t lose his life, would at least lead to a severe illness. Moreover, he couldn’t possibly trust the credibility of a mysterious vampire.

"Indeed, you have the power to refuse, but I must say this is not a wise decision. After all, I am already close to losing control of my appetite. Once that happens, even if I have no intention of being a bandit, I still must succumb to my instincts."

The man’s smile never faded from his face, but a hint of blood red began to spread through his gaze.

"You might as well try."

Behind Losa, a faintly visible black dragon rose, slender, with scarlet eyes, spiraling behind him, its massive head hanging down, gazing coldly at the vampire.

"Such an overwhelming presence."

The vampire’s face showed a trace of surprise but quickly calmed down: "No need to put on such an empty show for me. I have read the memories of your soldiers. If you were truly so powerful, why would dealing with even a young dragon from Karelia be such an ordeal?"

His complexion quickly turned pale, a pair of fangs protruded from the corners of his mouth, and wings formed of blood unfolded behind, emitting an utterly nauseating, pungent scent of blood.

The momentum of both parties clashed at the narrow tower top, clearly demarcated, neither able to overstep the line.

Judging from the aura alone, this vampire’s strength was likely above even that of the Abyss Lord, Elise, who had been sealed by the demon hunters for many years.

The vampire sneered, "I have already seen through you thoroughly. Next, will you choose a different option?"

Losa, unfazed, said, "I should be the one asking you this. Succumb to your appetite and die by my sword, or follow reason and leave here — or do you really think that from a mortal’s perspective, you can see all my cards?"

At this point, the man suddenly revealed an expression of sudden realization, waved his hand, and the parapet wall turned to dust, a shadow appeared and then vanished without a trace.

"Impressive, able to deceive me. He must have gone to call for help, hasn’t he?"

Losa raised his hand, the flame with volcanic divinity flaring up, forming a sharp fire blade in his hand: "You probably have about a minute, after which my retinue will arrive here and turn you to ashes."

"What a pity, I had hoped the outcome of this meeting would be an amicable one?"

The man retreated, gradually vanishing into the darkness.

"But I won’t give up."

In the darkness, a pair of snow-white fangs gleamed with a sinister cold light.

"One day, I will drink your blood in full measure."

The vampire muttered harshly to himself as his form gradually faded, seemingly using some peculiar teleportation spell.

At this moment, the killing intent within Losa’s heart had burgeoned to its peak.

Without hesitation, he raised his arm, the engravings on the Holy Cross Plate Armor emitting a golden radiance, making him appear as if he was an angel descended to the mortal realm.

"Holy!"

The form of the Holy Spear rapidly transitioned from illusory to solid.

The vampire, almost turned into a shadow, had wisps of white smoke rising from the surface of his body, as if concentrated sulfuric acid had been poured onto him.

"Running away won’t be that simple."

An icy female voice rang out.

Chelina was the first to arrive, riding the wind.

Her sharp twin swords shot out, like crossbow arrows, embedding fiercely into the vampire’s body.

The enforced silence effect of the Throat Choking Hand caused the vampire, about to vanish, to suddenly freeze in place, the teleportation spell failed, and in the next moment, he was met by the terrifying Holy Flame of the Holy Spear, which consumed all evils.

Following close behind, heavy footsteps resonated through the tower’s corridor.

A werewolf, bare-chested and covered in silver-gray fur, charged forward with an unstoppable frenzied aura, coming to a halt before Losa, with Prajna clinging to his neck fur, writing a string of Latin text.

Demon hunters, bearing twin swords, leaped out from the void, Geralt, Escal, Lambert — three old friends, forming a triangle, and swiftly attacked the vampire first.