The First Vampire

Chapter 27 - 27: 027 Holy water_l

Chapter 27: 027 Holy water_l

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Colin had a dream.

A very long dream.

In the dream, he was entwined by a massive silver python.

And the grip was getting tighter and tighter.

The terrifying pressure crushed his bones and internal organs, even squeezing out his blood incessantly.

He felt like an orange thrown into a juicer. Becoming a dried corpse seemed to be his inescapable fate.

Colin, of course, didn’t want to give in.

But his limbs were tightly bound and he couldn’t move at all.

So, he could only bite down on the body of the python.

And suck madly.

You squeeze me, so I’ll suck you out!

This was Colin’s plan.

However, he discovered a serious problem – he could not suck anything out.

The python’s body seemed empty, there was nothing in it.

As time passed, Colin’s consciousness began to blur.

The python’s body tightened gradually, and Colin was getting closer and closer to becoming a dried corpse.

Who knows how much time had passed.

Just as Colin was about to give up fighting, he suddenly found that he could suck blood from the body of the snake!

Like a long parched earth suddenly getting rain.

That sweet taste,

Was the taste of vitality!

However, there was only one sip.

Colin tried his hardest as if sucking milk, but he couldn’t get any more.

Aaaaaah!!!!!

In extreme anger, Colin woke up.

“Great! Colin, you are finally awake!”

“…” Colin opened his eyes, but all he could see was a blurry shadow.

He could barely recognize that the voice just now should have been Vera’s.

“What…what did I drink…” Colin spoke, wanting to drink more.

“You drank holy water.”

Holy water?

Colin was completely stunned.

You gave a vampire holy water to drink???

Unable to catch his breath, Colin fainted again…

“Colin? Colin?” Vera was somewhat anxious, looking for help towards Archbishop Raven.

The Archbishop calmly pried open Colin’s mouth and poured a few more drops of holy water in.

Then, no response…

The Archbishop persistently poured a few more drops.

Still no response…

The Archbishop gritted his teeth, pouring the entire bottle in, then looked at the empty bottle with a pained expression.

Keep in mind, what he gave Colin to drink was pure holy water. The church usually uses water diluted a thousand times to heal.

Although it was just a small bottle, after dilution, it would be enough for the usage of an entire diocese for a whole year.

But even so, there was no response.

The Archbishop checked Colin’s breath, then opened the other’s eyelids to check again… After some meddling, he finally said in a not so certain tone:

“It seems that his injury has stabilized. With some good rest and care, he should be fine.’

Vera finally heaved a sigh of relief and hastily voiced her thanks.

Seeing this, Marquis Garcia and others left the tent to allow Colin to rest.

Only Vera stayed behind.

Witnessing this, Marquis Garcia didn’t say much and merely furrowed his brows slightly.

After exiting the tent, he asked Knight Blis, “Tell me about Knight Colin.”

“Yes, my lord,” Blis, trailing behind Marquis Garcia, explained. “He is the son of Baron Angler, the Lord of Grey Castle Town. On his way to Fallen Eagle City with a mercenary group, he came to Mirror Lake Camp due to the urgent conscription order from Duke Charles…”

“A mercenary group?” Marquis Garcia was somewhat confused, “Why would the son of a baron follow a mercenary group to Fallan Eagle City?”

“He probably wanted to conceal his identity. I asked the son of the mercenary group leader, and he told me that Knight Colin had infiltrated the group under the disguise of a false identity, pretending to be the son of Viscount Sudor.”

Blis had indeed verified Colin’s identity and background. Being a very dutiful son, Sael likely wouldn’t hide anything about Colin and reported everything honestly.

“Are the Angler and Sudor families close?”

“As far as I know, the two families have minimal contact with each other.

However, Viscount Sudor’s territory had just been invaded by Trolls recently,

so perhaps Colin thought that it wouldn’t be easy for anyone to see through his disguise as a knight from that house, and he wouldn’t be pursued for it.”

Marquis Garcia nodded, making his conclusion, “Hmm, impersonating someone and not having his own guards indicates that something might have happened within the Angler family.”

Blis thought for a moment and shared another piece of information, “My lord,

Baron Angler died in battle when he was fighting alongside Duke Charles.”

“That makes sense” Marquis Garcia responded with a casual smile, “It is probably an issue of inheriting the nobility. Nothing novel there.”

The contention for a baron’s title wouldn’t cause Marquis Garcia to pay too much attention. Thus, he mentioned it briefly, but did not inquire further. Instead, he let Blis continue his narration.

“Miss Vera happened to be on her way back to the North Territory when she came across the conscription order and arrived at Mirror Lake Camp…”

As Blis spoke, he observed Marquis Garcia’s reaction.

Especially when it came to Duke Charles using those conscripted miscellaneous soldiers entirely as bait, he nervously glanced at Marquis Garcia.

Marquis Garcia’s face remained expressionless.

“…we kept fleeing southwards, but were unable to shake off the pursuing Wolf cavalry… Knight Colin suggested turning northwards, towards the direction the Wolf cavalry least expected…we ran into disbanded soldiers who had escaped from the Mirror Lake battlefield during our journey northwards…after reorganising the disbanded soldiers, we were gradually caught up again…”

Colin suggested hiding in River Bay at the bend of Ben Liu River and set up decoys…in the end, we had no choice but to turn and fight…and we won decisively!”

Blis finished narrating and quietly stood to one side, awaiting Marquis Garcia’s orders.

Marquis Garcia looked at the surging Ben Liu River before him, remaining silent.

After a long while, he finally asked, “What kind of person do you think Knight Colin is?”

Blis was taken aback for a moment but quickly responded candidly, “Brave, loyal, intelligent, he’s someone who naturally belongs on the battlefield.”

Marquis Garcia chuckled noncommittally, “it seems you hold him in high regard!”

Blis nodded solemnly.

If it had been before the fight at the river bay, Blis’s impression of Colin might not have been too good.

Although Colin had displayed a strong sense for battlefield strategy, he had, after all, lied and tried to abandon the disbanded soldiers.

However, after the battle at the river bay, Blis completely changed his view of Colin.

Whether it was choosing to stay instead of seizing the last opportunity to escape, fighting at the forefront, or risking his life to shield Vera, these noble traits made all his previous shortcomings seem insignificant.

Therefore, Blis was willing to put in a good word for Colin before Marquis Garcia.

He could tell that the Marquis had some admiration for Colin.

“Indeed, he’s a talented commander!” Marquis Garcia nodded but couldn’t help but frown slightly, “However, he strayed slightly from the right path…fortunately, he’s still young…”

Looking at the puzzled Blis, Marquis Garcia did not provide any further explanations and shifted the topic, “Alright, enough about him. I’m here to clean up Charles’s mess. Therefore, I need your help with one more thing.”

“Please, command me!”

“I’m giving you a cavalry unit. You must immediately head to Winterfell City and call on my brother on my behalf. I need a military order from him.” “What kind of military order?”

“One to support with troops. The Trolls are attacking our home; can I just sit back and do nothing?”

“Supporting the troops?” Blis was somewhat puzzled. However, he quickly recovered and turned pale, “You…You didn’t receive an order to support them with troops from the duke, sir?”

“No.” Marquis Garcia looked at Blis with interest, “I dispatched troops on my own initiative.”

Blis felt a chill run through his body. A terrifying thought surfaced in his mind, refusing to be dispelled.

But he still bowed his head, spoke in a low voice, “Yes, Marquis! I shall depart immediately!”