Lorraine's ears twitched.
He seemed to have noticed something and clicked his tongue in wonder.
"It's rare for vampires to have such self-control.
"Are the vampires here related to the Mother of Vampires?"
Camela said as she walked,
"A little.
"Let's go into the forest first. I'll see if I can find an old friend to help. That way, we can quickly return to my previous residence."
As they spoke.
The group released their mounts and walked into the Black Forest by the lake.
It was early winter.
Although the forest was bathed in sunlight in the afternoon, it was still not warm at all.
Large patches of leaves fell and covered the thick soil.
Matthew gently stepped on it, and a pleasant rustling sound immediately came from under his feet.
The forest was very quiet.
The group of bats had already flown away without a trace.
Matthew breathed in the slightly chilly air.
Quietly.
