Chapter 103 102. Are you Mrs. Tracey, the owner of the face fruit?【4260】

"I can't imagine how so many people survived in the dangerous Blood Vulture Corridor? They survived for ten days and ten nights. Where did they get food?"

On the desolate land in the inner city of Cadman City, Miss Miriam, who received the news and came with camp guards and officials to take over the underground survivors, asked doubtfully to Tris, who was riding a horse next to her:

"Is the Blood Vulture Corridor that big?"

"The Blood Vulture Clan has been here for 400 years. My son, if the vampires didn't want the local rats, we could have dug a new Cadman City underground with our claws. The cloister is so large that you can't even imagine it.

There are also special spaces distorted by concealment spells.

Today's vampire juniors have no idea how many secret rooms there are in the layer-by-layer underground.

Alas, I have to say here that I also had a luxurious single room of my own in the cloister back then, and the bedroom alone was bigger than my unfortunate house!"

Tris still looked drunk.

Because Murphy refused to enter the dangerous corridor with him, Tris was quite discouraged. When she received the news from under the corridor a few hours ago, she had already drowned herself in wine and continued to live in drunken dreams.

It was Miriam who dragged her up from the bed.

After all, now that Murphy has gone to fight, the only one left in the camp who can suppress the situation is Tris.

Although Miriam is the camp director, the red-haired girl rationally maintains her own judgment of the truth, which is that her current authority comes from Murphy's appointment.

The power system in Transia is like this,

At least for now.

"Your camp is built around 1,000 people. Although you already have a rough order, suddenly accepting twice as many survivors will put your governance system to a great test.

I'm pessimistic about that."

Next to Miriam, Major Fraser, wearing the military uniform of the Plantagenet Kingdom, was performing his duties as the "eyes and ears of the king", holding a notebook in his hand to record in detail everything he saw and heard during his trip to Cadman City.

Faced with his comments, Miriam crossed her arms in displeasure and said:

"This is the problem we need to face. Your Excellency, Major, it is better not to worry about this. Everyone here has enough and reasonable hatred for the Kingdom of Plantagenet, so I think you should worry about your personal safety.

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"Thank you for the reminder, Miss Miriam."

Major Fraser replied matter-of-factly:

"As you said, this is what I need to worry about. I think King Louis will be surprised by everything that happens here, especially about the 'Knight of Nantes' who has been missing in Anjou for nearly 110 years.

Lord Kudel."

The major looked at Tribune Kudel, who was being carried out of the corridor on a stretcher by several strong survivors. The latter had fallen into a deep sleep under the eldest lady's psychic spell.

The civilians he protected were afraid that Lord Kudel would be burned by the sun, so they thoughtfully built a simple shed for him on the stretcher.

"Do you know him?"

Miriam looked at Major Fraser curiously, and the latter explained without hesitation:

"My family has lived in the Anjou region for generations, and my favorite folk tale when I was a child was about Couture, the Ranger of Nantes.

He was active in the era nearly two hundred years ago. He was born as a commoner but was extremely talented. He was a famous genius knight in the Anjou region. When he was young, he participated in the Avalon Church's expulsion of vampires.

He repeatedly performed extraordinary feats in the Second Night War, and also participated in the church's devastating attack on the Blood Terror clan.

It was Lord Kudel and countless skitarii who drove the blood-fearing vampires of Wosax and the Ice Bay region to the misty coast of the south.

There are still sonnets about the knight Kudel circulating in the province of Saxe.

He is a true folk hero. It is said that he once had the opportunity to obtain a knighthood. Unfortunately, during the Fourth Black Disaster that broke out in the year 1000, he led a group of guerrilla knights and disappeared in the battle against the Jackals in the Dark Mountains.

Some say he died in battle.

Some people say that he was just tired of fighting and chose to remain anonymous, but no one thought that this legendary figure who had been fighting vampires his whole life would end up like this in the end. His fate was really cruel to him."

"Don't make it sound like we've done all the bad things."

Tris, who was riding on the horse, curled her lips, snorted, and added:

"Major, you may have forgotten that every time a black disaster occurred, Transia was the frontline battlefield against the Jackal warlords, and the fourth black disaster that lasted for a full ten years even annihilated half of the continent.

Make scorched earth.

It is precisely because the blood vultures and vampires you despise are fighting to the death on this land that those crazy gnolls have not been able to break into your wealthy hometown.

The Anjou area is not too far from here.

And the Exorcist Knight Kudel you mentioned also fought alongside us during the Fourth Black Disaster. Well, I was already a cripple at that time, so I don’t know how he became a member of the Blood Vultures.

But I guess under the circumstances at that time, even Sarokdar could not transform a prestigious human knight under the attention of heroes of many races.

Therefore, the truth is probably that Kudel was ‘saved’ by us when he was about to die.”

"You turned a human hero into a vampire, so that he can no longer return to his hometown, or even be soothed by the sun, and you shamelessly call it 'saving'?"

Major Fraser was enraged, and the heroic soldier yelled:

"What a shameless statement! You witch who confuses right and wrong!"

"Hey, that's what we vampires do. If you're unhappy, you can go to the cloister and complete a knight's duel with Salokdar now. The fact is that a human legend that should have disappeared a hundred years ago is still alive today, whether you want it or not.

I'm willing to admit that you owe it to us to meet your childhood hero today."

Tris didn't even look at this "little brat".

She put her hands above her eyes, looked at the corridor exit in front of her where survivors were still being sent out, yawned again and said to Miriam:

"I'll leave this to you, little Mirian. I have to go back and take a nap. Call me when little Murphy comes back."

After saying that, she patted the neck of the war horse under her crotch and used a little "witch's method" to make the war horse turn around obediently and carry her back to the survivor camp, while Bonnie, the loyal and crazy vampire guard, stayed with her every step of the way.

Beside your own "mistress".

And when Tris said she wanted to go back to the camp and have a good sleep, she wasn't taking advantage of the situation.

She really slept through that night, and woke up in a daze near midnight. She grabbed the wine bottle beside the bed and took a sip of "hangover soup".

Such a way of working and resting is in line with the life of a vampire. She will be full of energy at night. Tris stretched her body and got up and changed herself into a long skirt, planning to take advantage of the night to wander around the camp.

After all, little Murphy entrusted the camp to her. Even though she had been a useless person for more than a hundred years, she still didn't want little Murphy to disappoint her.

Under the protection of the loyal and crazy vampire Bonnie, Tris left her tent.

She looked at the messy but orderly situation in the camp and nodded with satisfaction. It seemed that the two groups of survivors had merged quite smoothly. The cries and laughter of some separated family members when they reunited were also touching.

.

"Bonnie, do you still have family?"

Tris asked smoothly.

Behind her, the insane Bonnie tilted her head, thought for a moment, nodded, and said hoarsely:

"Three Mistresses."

"Well"

Tris twitched her lips and couldn't help but ask:

"You should be talking about your lover? He is so emotionally rich."

"No!"

Crazy Bonnie shook her head very stubbornly, stretched out her fingers very seriously to trace the curve of the female body, and said:

"She's the mistress."

"Ah this!"

Mrs. Tracey was shocked for a moment.

She suddenly realized that her behavior of picking up Bonnie as a guard seemed a bit risky. Alas, little Murphy was right. She really had to change her habit of picking up things randomly.

"You stay away from me when I take a shower and change clothes."

Tris said something uncomfortable, Bonnie nodded and put on her mask again not knowing what she was thinking.

But just as they reached the edge of the camp, Tris and Bonnie looked up at the dark night outside the camp almost at the same time. A strange aura was approaching in the dark night. Three majestic horses wearing scarlet armor carried each of them.

A heavily armored knight emerged from the night and approached here at a speed that was almost flying close to the ground.

"A scout knight from the Blood Alliance clan?"

Tris narrowed her eyes. They arrived a day and a half later than expected, but little Murphy hasn't settled it yet, so she has to hold them back!

"Send your names to the vampires ahead!"

Tris raised her hand and threw out a sheet of densely packed psychic spells like a net bag, blocking the way of the war horse.

The three knights were obviously skilled in bow and horse and completed the deceleration operation almost instantly, and responded to the neighing of the majestic tank-like horses raising their front hooves:

"The three vanguard scouts of the Blood Alliance Knights! Who are you?"

"Former Elder of the Blood Eagle Clan, Tris!"

Tris gave a short answer, and the other party immediately exclaimed:
To be continued...