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As dawn approached, the first rays of sunlight would swiftly cover the entire land like a sharp arrow.
He dared not linger, moving swiftly towards Wattsy Town.
At this moment, his Agility had increased by two points due to the Snake Scale Shirt and Snake Scale Pants he was wearing, making his already quick Speed even faster.
With a light tap of his toes, he slightly bent his body and slowly straightened up, his feet fully touching the ground with a barely noticeable sound.
He moved cautiously and quietly closer to the cold city wall behind him, surveying the surroundings for a while. After confirming there were no threats, he let out a sigh of relief.
He was bold due to his skills, taking advantage of the moment when the guards on the wall were dozing off to climb up the ten-meter-high wall using both hands and feet at a corner.
Wattsy Town was merely a remote and impoverished area of Crook Duchy, so the guarding forces were not particularly strict.
The lord of this town, a down-and-out Lord Michel who inherited his family's title, was also notoriously stingy and naturally would not develop any militia forces in his territory.
In Lord Michel's view, this remote and poor land was far inferior to the wealthy regions allocated to his half-brothers from their family.
Relying solely on the meager taxes collected from those lowly peasants, he had no extra funds to spend on militia.
Even the guards in his residence were only there to maintain appearances; he would be reluctant to spend even a single coin on them.
Feeling pressed for time and having confirmed there was no danger, he began to navigate through the town.
He needed to find a place to stay but could not enter the homes of commoners.
Those shabby houses were too cramped and easy to be discovered. If he were mistaken for a thief by the simple peasants at night, it would be quite embarrassing.
The footsteps continued, directly heading towards the largest and most conspicuous mansion in Wattsy Town.
He had made up his mind to target the unfortunate Lord Michel. Although he was unsure who the owner of this mansion was, he figured that anyone living in such a large estate in this dilapidated town must be a significant figure.
Looking at the homes of the townsfolk, which were undoubtedly shabby and worn down, it was evident that they lived in dire straits, with homes so impoverished that even rats would not dare to settle there. They had surely suffered much exploitation.
Holding onto the belief that among ten prominent figures, at least one would be a blatant vampire, he didn’t mind robbing the rich to help the poor.
In his previous life, corrupt officials were commonplace; they appeared glamorous on the surface while engaging in all sorts of dirty dealings behind closed doors.
He had seen enough of such things and was well aware; he did not believe that a person living in such a grand mansion could be anything good.
While this perspective might be somewhat biased, painting everyone with the same brush, it was clear that his approach to matters was both righteous and wicked, quite rebellious.
Lord Michel's mansion was located in an excellent spot on Azure Stone Avenue in Wattsy Town. Directly opposite the mansion's main gate stood the only fountain in Wattsy Town, a large one styled after the Saint Peter period of the Fran Continent.
This fountain beautifully showcased the sculptural art from the Fran Continent's Saint Peter period, featuring a finely carved and vivid Saint Statue at its center. Under the glow of Magical Lantern Light and the gentle flow of water, it appeared almost lifelike.
This was the greatest wealth of impoverished Wattsy Town, a testament to ancient artistic heritage preserved to this day.
The mansion lay silent under the dark night sky, centered around a compact main building, with enclosed walls creating a spacious and tranquil courtyard within.
Due to the ample land area of this estate, a series of buildings extended across the flat terrain, giving off an air of grandeur.
This ancient mansion inherited by Lord Michel showed signs of wear on its outer walls, with some paint beginning to fade from its original splendor. Fortunately, it was not overrun by resilient plants like roses or ivy.
The main gate of the mansion stood closed and unguarded, its deep color and heavy structure imbued with historical significance. On either side of the stone steps leading up to it stood two vividly carved Auspicious Beasts.
He tiptoed closer, curiously examining them but could not identify what these strange-looking Auspicious Beasts were.
After carefully listening to the sounds within the estate for a while, he realized it was quite quiet, with no footsteps or voices. He couldn't help but feel a bit amused at his own caution.
In such a dilapidated and barren place, even if the owner of the mansion seemed to have some influence, the security forces within the estate would not be overly strict.
Moreover, it was nearing dawn, and even if there were some guards in the mansion, they would likely have little interest in patrolling at this hour.
After pondering this for a moment, he relaxed his vigilance.
With a light push of his toes against the courtyard wall, he leaped into the air and flipped gracefully. The Serpent Scale Armor that clung to him allowed him to execute a series of movements with agility, without creating any loud sounds. His figure quietly slipped into the noble mansion hidden in the darkness.
Hiding in the dim corridor of the courtyard, he took a brief look at the surroundings of the estate under the faint glow of the Magical Lantern Light.
The tall building at the center was likely where the owner hosted guests or held banquets.
Surrounding this main building, which had a grand and heavy artistic style, were other structures that probably served as quarters for servants and guards.
Separated from these buildings was an inner courtyard featuring rockeries and flowing water, along with a garden scene.
The architectural decorations of the inner courtyard were filled with an ancient artistic sense from the Flame Holy Dynasty period. The walls were adorned with exquisite still lifes but gave off a sense of fluidity.
He did not understand art, which was somewhat of a flaw for a noble and elegant vampire.
Not dwelling on it further, he sidled along the corridor and swiftly slipped into the inner courtyard.
He did not approach or investigate the slightly more prominent side halls; anyone residing in those would likely be close relatives such as wives or offspring.
Perhaps vampires truly were nobles of the night; he moved with an elegant yet swift demeanor toward the largest room in the inner courtyard, his actions resembling those of a ghost—silent and stealthy.
He casually glanced around but noticed nothing unusual.
With a slight use of Mental Power, he sensed the situation in the room.
It seemed there were two people inside, and from their even breathing, he deduced they were sound asleep. Their breaths were shallow, indicating they were just ordinary individuals.
He wasn't entirely sure about this judgment; he had learned before that some powerful individuals have long, deep breaths even while sleeping.
"It's impossible not to take some risks. If I'm discovered, I can leave quickly; it won't be too dangerous."
He reassured himself and decided not to hesitate any longer. He gently shook the door with his hand.
With a soft "clang," the door latch was skillfully shaken open by him.
Maintaining close awareness with his Mental Power, he noticed that the two sleeping figures showed no signs of movement, allowing him to breathe a little easier.
Slowly pushing the door open, Bu Qing stepped into the room, quietly closing the door behind him.
The room was shrouded in darkness, but for him, it was almost like daylight.
In the night, the noble and elegant outcasts, Vampire Form was not something that could be easily revealed.
In the darkness, vampires are cherished as Child of the Night. Even without a hint of light, he could see everything around him clearly.
A quick glance revealed two people lying on the bed—one man and one woman.
The man was a middle-aged individual, appearing to be in his forties, with Chestnut curly hair and deep-set eyes. His hooked nose gave him a rather gloomy appearance.
The young woman half-lying on the middle-aged man looked to be in her twenties. Her face was delicate with well-defined features and long, bright golden hair. At that moment, she appeared to be in a deep sleep, draped over the middle-aged man like a sleeping beauty.
Feeling a stir in his heart, he focused his gaze but found himself staring blankly, with no reaction in his mind.
With a slight pout, Bu felt bored.
His actions were not to spy on beautiful women, but rather to see if he could obtain information from the two people on the bed, just as he had with the information about Python.
However, this attempt proved futile; it seemed that the special probing function brought by the Upgrade System could only be applied to beasts or items, and was ineffective against humans.
Since he could not obtain any information about the two, Bu lost interest and turned his attention to more pressing matters.
He strolled over to a counter in the room, where some ancient artifacts and crafts of uncertain authenticity were displayed.
Bu casually picked up a bottle of wine lying on a wooden rack at the counter and examined it closely.
"Type: Beverage - Wine. Description: This is a high-quality wine from Crook Duchy Prano Farm, with a pleasant taste."
Smiling silently, Bu grabbed a neatly arranged transparent glass goblet beside him and poured some of the fine wine into it.
The red liquid looked exquisite in the glass, and Bu leaned in to take a deep sniff. Indeed, it had an enchanting aroma that was rich and intoxicating.
He savored a small sip, allowing the rare flavor to ferment on his taste buds, lingering at the tip of his tongue.
Wine in a nightlight cup. A graceful beauty, intoxicated in embrace. The contents of the cup reflect the nature of the person.
Just then, dawn had arrived, and the Unfading God praised in Fran Continent Holy Scripture made its timely appearance.
The magnificent divine power tore through the fragile veil of night like an unreasonable bandit ripping away the last disguise of a pure maiden. The dark clouds could not obstruct the brilliant sunlight that shot forth like arrows released from a bow.
The first light of dawn cascaded down, gently caressing the earth.
Awakened from his reverie, Bu looked towards the early morning sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling window. This ray of light expelled all darkness from the room, forcing it to retreat into shadowy corners to linger in despair.
Furrowing his brow, he took two steps toward the floor-to-ceiling window, seeming a bit hesitant. His gaze flickered uncertainly at the bright area, and finally, as if he had made a decision, he walked straight toward the sunlit space.
With each step, he could almost hear his own heartbeat pounding.
It was a strange feeling, filled with excitement, even causing his adrenaline to start surging.
As he gradually approached, he felt waves of fatigue washing over his entire body and mind like flowing water.
When his body was close to the light-filled floor-to-ceiling window, he felt tired but did not experience any deeper discomfort.
With a thought, he brought up his personal attribute panel.
“Character: Vampire
Faction: Dark
Power: 18
Agility: 6 (4+)
Constitution: 0 (17+)
Spirit: 1
Energy: 5/10
Occupation: None
Faith: None
Level: 1
Experience Points: 10/1000
Physical Condition: Good 85%
Racial Gift (Not Activated): Level 1 Baron Bloodline Transformation.
Poor Snake Scale Shirt
Category: Clothing Armor
Required Equipment Level: 1
Attributes: Agility+1
Constitution +1
Texture: Poor
Weight: 76 grams.
Description: Made from Excellent materials, but craftsmanship is unappealing.
Rough Snake Scale Pants
Category: Clothing Armor
Required Equipment Level: 1
Attributes: Agility+1
Constitution +1
Texture: Rough.
Weight: 80 grams.
Description: Made from Excellent materials, but craftsmanship is unappealing.
Description: An elegant noble wandering in darkness, an outcast drifting from the mundane world; when night falls, he reveals a solitary figure.”
There was nothing particularly noteworthy about the attributes. However, his Agility and Constitution had indeed increased due to equipment bonuses. As for his physical condition, after such a long recovery period, it had improved from minor injuries to a good state.
It seemed that aside from feeling somewhat fatigued, the sunlight did not cause him any substantial harm.
He couldn't help but wonder if the rumors about vampires fearing sunlight were merely fabrications by ignorant people.
Or was it because he possessed the bloodline of First Generation Vampire Cain, allowing him to be unbound by sunlight?
Just as Bu An was feeling Puzzled, a cold and hollow System Notification Sound rang out with a "ding."
"System Notification: True God is silent, the former Glory has faded into shadows. Chase the steps of the Abandoner and seek the brilliance that once fell. The holy light no longer scorches your body and mind, and Day no longer binds your figure. The Resurgence Chapter begins; the weak and hesitant vampire embarks on a new journey."
This confusing System notification left Bu feeling bewildered. However, a new System notification soon appeared, answering his inner questions.
"System Notification: Resurgence Chapter Ultimate Mission Part One - Dragon Blood Baptism.
Mission Requirements: Kill the Holy Dragon - Nicolothus, drink its Holy Dragon Blood, and awaken the dormant divinity within the vampire's bloodline.
Mission Deadline: Three years. Mission Reward: Experience points 8000. Special Reward: Cain's Nightmare Set - Bloodthirsty Fangs, Attribute: Unknown. Mission Penalty: Death."
Stunned, completely stunned. After reading this second consecutive System notification, Bu was left speechless.
"Is this some kind of joke? This damn System has issued such a terrifyingly difficult Ultimate Mission, without caring whether others are willing or able to accept it, just like a robber forcing a deal right in my face. Such a terrifying mission penalty, such a terrifying level of difficulty..."
Bu's expression turned extremely grim; he felt an urge to lash out.
After a long while, he took a few deep breaths, suppressing his anger and unease.
He knew that even if he went crazy now, it would be useless; the mission had already been assigned, and complaining would change nothing.
Fortunately, there were still three years to prepare; he wasn't being asked to rush out barefoot to confront that so-called Holy Dragon right away.
Things hadn't reached an irreparable state yet, and Bu gradually calmed down.
The good news was that sunlight's harm to him as a vampire was now negligible; it only made him feel somewhat fatigued, which was a small blessing in misfortune.
Turning around, sunlight was blocked behind him, splitting into two halves as Bu's slender figure cast a long shadow in the room.
After staring at the two still sound asleep on the bed for a moment, Bu moved forward silently without making a sound.
He extended his slender palm and struck at the carotid arteries of the two individuals lying on the bed.
With two muffled thuds, the man and woman, still deep in slumber, fell unconscious, sinking into an even sweeter sleep.
He did not pay much more attention to the two people on the bed.
He scanned the room; it was now bright outside. The floor-to-ceiling windows, made of Chiba glass, refracted sunlight, emitting a captivating array of colors. This was a product of the co-governance period of Bernard on the Fran Continent, giving it a sense of history.
Next to the wide redwood bed stood a row of two brass clothing racks, intricately carved with figures and landscapes.
Hanging quietly on the racks were several pieces of clothing that appeared worn but were made from luxurious materials. Beside them hung a beautifully crafted longsword, known as the Silver Sheathed Longsword, which could be considered a work of art.
Upon seeing this ornate longsword, his eyes lit up. It wasn't that he particularly favored weapons with extravagant designs; rather, it was influenced by his noble vampire psyche that made him feel this longsword aligned well with his aesthetic preferences.
In fact, if one disregarded practicality and focused solely on visual enjoyment, it was quite appealing. He thought to himself.
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