And this benefit is enough to drive me to risk my life.

I am full of courage now, and I am bracing my trembling legs to discuss these with you, not because I am brave enough, but because I know that the survival of more than a thousand survivors depends on the success of my negotiations tonight.

Mrs. Tracey once told me that the witch hunter in her memory always claimed to be the guardian of the Kingdom of Isa.

Even after the Kingdom of Isa merged with the Kingdom of Sealand to form the Kingdom of Plantagenet, you are still of high moral character and highly educated. Perhaps it was her persuasion that made Lord Murphy make up his mind.

If one tenth of Mrs. Tracey's description is true, then I believe you can make a correct judgment!

The following is no longer the content of my negotiations with you as Lord Murphy’s special envoy, but my prayer to you as an ordinary person born and raised in Transia:

Please help us for the sake of the lives of more than a thousand people!"

The old knight did not answer immediately.

He turned to look at Natalie beside him, as if waiting for her judgment.

After a few seconds of silence, the gray-haired witcher Natalie opened her hood. She pointed at the scars on her eyes and face that were not actually ugly, and said to Miriam in front of her:

"These wounds stem from the torture and abuse of me by vampires, and their source is the ambush in Moreland Village, which represents the hatred and grudge between me and Murphy.

Old Qiao died in your hands!

And Matt, John, and Mond. I remember the names and faces of each of my subordinates, but I lost them all in this disgusting land.

What I want to say is.

Messenger of the vampire, listen to me!

The grievances between Murphy and I and other vampires will not be eliminated so easily. I will get back the things I lost with my own hands, but I will also tell you with practical actions!

What Ms. Trish told us was true.

Witch hunters are not born as monsters of killing and immersed in war, we have also been noble.

And tonight, we will find nobility again!

We will protect those in the survivor camp from the threat of vampires, but this does not mean that we have to shake hands with Murphy and his gang."

"This is what you have to do!"

Miriam pointed in the direction of Moreland very unhappily and said:

"I can't refute what anyone else said, but you are different, look there! That's where I was born, Natalie. You saw with your own eyes what your companions did there, my father

, you know better than me how my family and my companions died! It wasn’t the vampires that both you and I hate who killed them!

You said that witch hunters were once noble, then prove to me that you are different from the lunatics who originated from you!"

When it came to the incident in Moreland Village, Natalie suddenly lost her temper.

After all, the tragedy there does come from her companions who have fallen and indulged in destruction.

"It seems that you have reached an agreement, although it is different from what I imagined."

The old knight who was watching this conversation said quietly:

"Natalie, you really need to practice your eloquence, or this fiery red-haired girl can really crush you in this aspect. But fortunately, you can make up for it in other aspects.

Now, I command!"

"Shua"

Natalie straightened up immediately.

The witch hunters in the darkness all around also stood in military postures, listening to the Chapter Leader's instructions.

"Teams 1 to 5 are temporarily under the command of Captain Natalie, and you will join in the protection of the survivor camp and the hunt for vampire fanatics.

I can hear the desire for war in your hearts, now you don't have to suppress it."

The old knight waved his hands and said:

"After your operation is over, come and join me in the inner city. I will act alone. Major Fraser, who are you going to follow?"

After hearing Old Finock's inquiry, Major Fraser, who had been hiding behind him, stepped forward. When he saw this tall and thin guy wearing the military uniform of the Plantagenet Kingdom, Miriam's expression immediately turned ugly.

She can make peace with the witch hunters because these guys are just mercenaries, but a major from an enemy country is a full-fledged enemy.

Although she did not have much sincere affection for her hometown, Miriam had heard about the destruction of the Confederation of Portia by the Plantagenet Kingdom during the Ten Years' War, even when she was studying in Genoa Island.

"My personal strength is relatively weak, so I won't cause any trouble for you, Chapter Leader."

Major Fraser looked at the red-haired girl in front of him with interest.

This Transian woman has a really fiery temper, which is completely different from the delicate daughters he has seen since childhood. She is like a lioness waving her claws.

He had never seen such a fierce woman, and while he felt that Miriam was a bit barbaric, he was also full of curiosity.

The major whispered:

"I am following Ms. Natalie's actions and recording the strangulation of the last remnants of the Blood Vulture Clan. I believe that His Majesty the King will be happy to use this fierce battle and the heroic story of mankind against evil spirits for entertainment in his spare time.
Chapter completed!