"Are you really taking these people with you?"
Looking perplexed, Doris stared at the "Blood Servants" before her and muttered quietly:
"They've all been drugged by the Rat King, they're so out of it they wouldn't know how to fight back even if their lives depended on it. They're just burdens. Plus, nobody in Transylvania would risk their lives for these already dead people."
"That's something we need to consider."
Being kind hearted, Gooddove hated seeing people suffer. Seeing this woman's constant complaining, she cried out:
"You! Quickly show us the way! Or else we'll execute you as an accomplice to that damned Rat King!"
"Ah, don't shout! Can't I lead the way?"
Doris got up weakly, her voice filled with worry, she said,
"But the gargoyles there are really powerful, much stronger than anything we've seen before from the vampires. Rumour has it that the Rat King brought them over from elsewhere, they're combat models. I'm afraid your crew won't be able to handle it."
