Daphne roughly estimated that she had walked about thirty kilometers before daybreak.
The newly acquired skill, "Shadow Sprint", didn't require the consumption of magic power when used. As long as there was a shadow, she could blend into it and dash through at an extremely fast speed.
The shadows were continuous and lasted almost indefinitely, making it an excellent skill for traveling.
It was of great help to Daphne at present. Her frail and sensitive body couldn't endure such high-intensity long-distance treks, nor could she reach the place she wanted to go in a short time.
However, she hadn't expected that this skill would consume so much physical strength. After emerging from the shadows, the intense feeling of hunger almost completely destroyed her sanity.
And that was the reason why Daphne was sitting on a grave mound and devouring the offerings in full view of the surrounding villagers.
The hard black bread and the murky, sour ale. In the border villages, there wasn't anything good to offer to the dead, and the food placed beside the small graves didn't look very good.
But Daphne was so hungry that she couldn't care less.
Of course, she wasn't showing her half-vampire appearance at the moment. Otherwise, the expressions on the faces of the surrounding villagers wouldn't have been astonishment and surprise but horror and loathing.
Her long hair cascaded down like a brilliant galaxy, and her eyes were as green and bright as emeralds.
The appearance of Alina Perkins, the Grand Reader of the Holy Mary's Religious Domain, who had always been concealed under a veil, was actually extremely beautiful. She was delicate and noble, yet there was also a hint of cleverness hidden within her. Looking into her emerald-green eyes would unconsciously calm one's mood.
Even the way she was stealing the offerings was so elegant and composed.
To be honest, weren't these offerings placed for the dead? There was no rule saying that the dead couldn't crawl out of their graves to eat them, right?
The real Alina Perkins was indeed dead.
Daphne had slipped through the cracks in the soil into the grave, changed into Alina's clothes, then used "Blood Disguise" to mimic Alina's appearance features, and also inherited and learned her profession by the way.
Then she broke through the soil in front of many villagers and sat beside the grave, eating the offerings as if there was no one else around.
Everyone thought it was a miracle and didn't dare to approach. They just formed a circle and watched from a distance. There was even an old man who knelt down directly and shouted, "Long live Vanitaya!" It was really exaggerated.
The attack on Alina's convoy by the Beastmen was an inevitable and important event. It was clearly recorded in black and white in the chronicles on the game's official website and directly affected the power succession turmoil in the Holy Mary's Religious Domain in the future.
Bertlem was supposed to personally rush to save Alina after obtaining the "Developer's Item".
But after what had happened later, Daphne, who had become a half-vampire girl, could hardly protect herself, let alone save others. It was just wishful thinking.
She didn't regret arranging people in advance to prevent accidents from happening. After all, Daphne could now take advantage of this event. As long as she turned into Alina and pretended to be a survivor of the attack, wouldn't she solve both the identity problem and the profession problem?
It was just that there was a slight deviation in the plan.
When Daphne arrived at the scene of the incident, the corpses had already been taken away by the villagers of Oliver Village and simply buried.
This seemed to be the custom in the northern villages and towns of North Domain. Whenever someone died, they would first be buried shallowly in an earth mound for a one-day sacrifice, and then all the corpses would be cremated on the morning of the second day.
Being so close to Clogthia, this custom was probably to prevent the corpses from being turned into undead by necromancy.
It was just that the young people of this era had never seen corpses rise again, and the origin of the custom and the reasons for its spread until now had basically been forgotten.
Fortunately, Daphne was flexible. In such a magical world, there was no saying that the dead couldn't come back to life. Anything strange could just be attributed to a miracle.
Anyway, Alina herself didn't have a low position in the Blazing Sun Church. It wasn't impossible for her to receive special attention from Lady Vanitaya.
That was the situation.
Daphne gracefully swallowed all the offerings placed by the villagers, then closed her eyes on the spot, sat sideways in a dignified manner, and assumed the pose of a saint, accepting the worship of the villagers.
They really thought that Lady Vanitaya had manifested. After all, they had checked the pulse and breathing before burial. They couldn't have buried a survivor alive.
So...
How was this going to end?
Daphne, sitting on the grave mound in the middle of the crowd, began to think about this important question.
Alina's convoy was originally going to the town of Kerr. And now, the Radiant Holy Order Knights of the Blazing Sun Church, who were also part of the same church, were stationed in the town of Kerr. Her only destination now could also be the town of Kerr.
However, the roads between settlements were not safe nowadays. The Beastmen might be lying in ambush in the deep forests on both sides. It was clearly unrealistic to travel alone.
Moreover, she would also run into Grivia.
Daphne felt a chill in her heart when she thought of Her Highness the Saintess.
The feeling of being grasped there was really uncomfortable. Her whole body went limp and powerless. In her vision were fluttering snowflakes and twinkling stars, and her mind went blank, as if just one hand could completely control her actions...
Why on earth did that brat think of making the captive strip naked and then reaching out to vigorously grab and pinch the captive there? Had she awakened some strange fetish? Hers were the biggest, okay? Couldn't she just grab her own?
She always felt that it was very dangerous. It would be better to stay away if possible.
Although she was slandering her verbally and in her heart, after all, it was she who had raised her.
Daphne knew that Grivia didn't have bad intentions, and was very likely affected by the R18 MOD. In theory, she shouldn't blame Grivia for such an offense.
What's more, now that Daphne had become Alina, she shouldn't lose her human rights like a half-vampire anymore.
As for Edith.
She was really a kind-hearted, gentle, considerate, and understanding good girl. Her talent for sensing vampires was still immature, so there was no need to worry about being instantly seen through in front of Edith.
Even just chatting with Edith was a very healing thing. Even His Holiness the Pope would be willing to spare some leisure time to listen to her share her experiences of helping common people solve difficulties in the countryside.
If she went back to the town of Kerr, she would be able to see Edith again, right?
Her wounded heart urgently needed the healing of little angel Edith. She couldn't wait.
Most importantly, Daphne had left the belief of the Shadow Path on the ring as a temporary belief. Her original body was still in a state of no belief, which meant that she could obtain an additional belief.
Alina's identity was very useful. She could go back to the knights and freeload some extra resources and benefits.
That was her biggest plan.
Continue to pretend to be Alina in the future?
How could that be possible!
Once she returned to the Holy Mary's Religious Domain, wouldn't she be exposed?
There were Alina's acquaintances everywhere. She would definitely be discovered that their Grand Reader had been replaced within a few days. If her half-vampire identity was exposed, it would be a dead end again.
So, when cheating and bluffing, don't be too greedy. It's the truth to grab the benefits and make a timely exit.
While Daphne was weighing and thinking in her heart, there seemed to be some commotion among the villagers. The ground trembled slightly, and there was the sound of hurried horse hooves.
"The Templar Knights are here!" someone shouted.
There was noise.
People were talking and speculating.
Daphne wasn't surprised.
When the Grand Reader's convoy was attacked, the villagers would definitely report the news to the knights stationed in the town of Kerr at the first time. It was quite normal for someone to come and check.
But who would be the ones coming?
Daphne brushed off the dirt and dust sticking to her white Reader's robe, slowly got up in a dignified manner. As she walked forward, the villagers automatically took half a step back to make way for her.
A group of people was also walking towards her, and the villagers were making way for them too.
Was it Captain Alvis? Or Reader Edith?
Until the crowd blocking the view dispersed to both sides, the pure dress with a golden border on a white base and the luxurious platinum-blonde long hair came into view. Daphne saw that familiar slender figure was quickly walking towards her.
Her heart skipped a beat.
Why did it have to be her!?