[Lords have the right to receive support from their subjects, but at the same time, they must assume the obligation to protect their subjects from all evil invaders.]
In this perilous world, humans, though occupying the most fertile land in the central part of the continent, also face the watchful eyes of various surrounding races.
Therefore, at the founding of the Glorious Empire, the "Lord's Rule" was established, defining the rights and obligations of the lords.
According to this rule, nobles who lose their territories will be stripped of their titles.
Sir Carter was a victim of this rule.
His family's title was revoked because their lands were breached by trolls.
As a result, Carter became a wandering knight.
Stripped of the support that came with their lost territory, the knight's life became miserable, and he could barely afford to maintain his armor and weapons.
Fortunately, Baron Angre took him in.
Carter also pledged his loyalty to the Angre family.
However, it was evident that this loyalty did not withstand the test.
Because just moments ago, Sir Carter personally plunged a dagger into the chest of Baron Angre's son.
Twice.
Carter looked at Colin's lifeless body, a flicker of guilt passing through his eyes, but he quickly regained his resolve.
Thinking of the promise that person made to him, Carter felt that the dream of reviving his family was within reach.
However, just as Carter stood up from the bed, preparing to leave quietly, his footsteps suddenly halted.
He turned around abruptly, only to see a glint of cold light coming towards him!
"Chirp!"
Intense pain emanated from Carter's chest, causing him to let out a low roar involuntarily.
But the physical pain couldn't suppress the fear in his heart—That Colin, who should have been dead, was alive again!
Was he a demon?
Amidst anger and terror, Carter instinctively picked up the dagger still in his hand and thrust it forward.
"Ah!"
A muffled groan came from the other side, followed by Colin's teeth-gritting laughter. "Does it hurt? You bastard, you stabbed me twice! Oh, no, three times!"
"You... you..." Carter felt all his strength rapidly leaving his body, and his consciousness began to blur.
"Tell me! Who sent you?" Colin didn't even have a chance to ask anything before Carter's body gradually slumped, blood gushing uncontrollably from his mouth.
Colin approached, and he could only hear the faint voice of his opponent on the verge of death. "Monster..."
Is he dead just like that?
He didn't even withstand a few stabs!
Colin looked at the bloody corpse before him and took a few quick breaths, but he didn't panic.
First, he considered it an act of self-defense, so he didn't feel any psychological burden.
Secondly, well, this wasn't his first time killing someone either.
Of course, the "he" referred to the previous owner of Colin's current body.
In his past life, Colin was a law-abiding citizen who hadn't even gotten into a fight, let alone killed anyone. But the previous owner of this body had been on the battlefield, and his memories contained scenes far bloodier and more terrifying than anything before him now.
So, after the fusion of memories, these current scenes were merely child's play for Colin.
Pfft, the candle on the desk was lit.
Colin unrolled the sheepskin parchment again and recorded:
[Attacks on the heart and throat are no longer fatal.]
Thinking about how vampires were said to fear silver weapons, he added:
[Only ordinary weapons, silver weapons are to be tested...]
Writing this, Colin felt a little worried again - how to test this?
You can't stab yourself with a silver weapon, right?
What if he was really stabbed to death?
However, Colin soon came to his senses - who in their right mind would use a metal like silver to make weapons?
Therefore, unless he deliberately exposes his weakness, no one will specially make silver weapons to deal with him.
So, he stopped worrying about this.
Putting down his quill, Colin picked up the wine glass on the table and came back to Knight Carter's body.
"puff!"
The dagger on the corpse's chest was pulled out, and blood gurgled out.
Colin looked calm and placed the wine glass under the wound.
The flickering candlelight reflected Colin's pale face, coupled with the smell of blood permeating the air, making it look particularly strange and terrifying in the dim night.
"Gulu, Gulu..."
Give it a gentle taste.
Very sweet.
Colin smacked his lips, somewhat unfinished.
Then he closed his eyes and carefully felt the changes in his body - it seemed to be no different from the reaction after drinking deer blood.
In addition to the slight signs of fever in the body.
Colin thought this was the sequelae of the violent fight just now, so he didn't pay much attention to it.
Let's drink animal blood from now on.
Colin still has some psychological barriers to drinking human blood. Since there are no additional benefits, there is no need for him to make himself uncomfortable.
Putting down the blood-stained wine glass, Colin looked at the corpse in front of him and began to worry.
Although he has solved the murderer who tried to assassinate him, Colin also knows that Knight Carter is just a pawn, and there must be someone else who really wants his life.
The reason is simple: if Carter kills him, he will get nothing except being hunted by the Angelet family to the ends of the earth.
Moreover, there is no personal enmity between him and Carter.
Therefore, someone must have paid a large price to bribe Carter to assassinate him.
So who could this person be?
Colin searched his memory, but could not locate any suspicious person.
No way, there are too few clues.
This feeling that the enemy is in the dark and we are in the light makes Colin particularly uncomfortable.
Moreover, since this person can bribe Carter, I am afraid he can also bribe others.
Is Eamonn the Steward involved in this?
And who else?
Thinking of this, Colin suddenly felt that Gray Castle was very dangerous now.
Especially when Baron Angele is away on war.
He didn't want to deal with one round of assassination after another. After all, he couldn't be sure now whether he really couldn't be killed.
Although his current body does not seem to have any fatal injuries, if someone cuts off his head, he doubts whether he will be able to grow another head...
Moreover, even if he is really immortal, if this secret is leaked, his situation will probably be very unpleasant.
So, looking at the row of flickering candles on the desk, Colin gradually made up his mind...
The two or three hours before sunrise is the time when people sleep most peacefully.
Even the guards on duty began to doze off uncontrollably.
However, they were soon awakened by a scream: "Fire! Fire!"
Graycastle in the darkness instantly became lively, and the hurried servants and guards rushed to Colin's bedroom with buckets of water, trying to put out the raging fire.
At the same time, Colin himself quietly jumped from the window on the other side of Gray Castle, rolled on the spot, and then hurried away under the cover of night.
Suddenly, Colin stopped suddenly and held the hilt of the sword at his waist with his right hand.
Amidst a rustling sound, a kitten emerged from the bushes in front of Colin.
"Meow——" The kitten seemed to recognize the stupid human being whom it had just defeated during the day, and suddenly became arrogant.
Colin breathed a sigh of relief, grabbed the kitten by the back of the neck, lifted it in front of him, and said with a smile: "Ha, since you have discovered it, then you can follow me."
"Meow--"
"Well, just right, you can be used as a mobile blood bag."
"Meow?"