The First Vampire

Chapter 60: 060 Lords Conference (Below) 1

Translator: 549690339

“Bang!”

With the corpse of Count Morrison tumbling to the ground, the assembly seemed to finally come to their senses. Startled shouts filled the room.

There’s been a murder!

Moreover, a Count was murdered!

Knight Cain, his face covered in blood, remained composed.

As if the person he had just killed was just a chicken.

Ignoring the surprise all around, Knight Cain leisurely sheathed his sword and returned to his seat.

Colin looked at Cain, feeling like he was dealing with a completely different person.

The coward who had hidden in Fallen Eagle City, not daring to enter the battlefield, was now a brutal thug who killed without blinking.

However, Colin was not surprised.

Cowardice and brutality seemed to be opposite traits, yet they were indeed twins.

The weak, once pushed to the brink, could often explode into shocking brutality.

Moreover, Colin had already realized.

Knight Cain had already been left with no retreat.

From the moment Cain stood up first to rebuke Marquis Charles, demanding that he relinquish his nobility to atone for the warriors who had died in battle, he could no longer turn back.

The Sudor Family could only follow this path to the end.

If they couldn’t force the Duke to bow down this time, or even replace the Duke, then perhaps Count Uman could still save himself but the Sudor Family would certainly be the target of the Duke’s fury.

With this in mind, Colin couldn’t help but feel sorry for this pitiable guy. After all, he had originally been nothing more than a pawn pushed forward by the cunning Count Uman as a test.

But now, he had truly become a pawn that had crossed the river, he could only advance and not retreat.

The thick smell of blood filled the assembly, making everyone’s hearts quiver with fear.

“Continue.” , Count Uman ordered the attendant holding the parchment. “Yes.” The attendant quickly handed the parchment to the next Lord.

The corpse of Count Morrison lay in the assembly, ignored by all.

Blood slowly dripped down, making the scene increasingly grim.

Seeing what had happened to those who refused to sign, no following Lords dared to object and all signed their names.

Soon, the attendant came before Colin.

Looking at the paper and pen before him, Colin sighed in his heart and had no choice but to obediently sign his name.

He had no choice, if he didn’t sign, he certainly wouldn’t be able to leave this place alive.

That kid, Cain, was probably already itching to kill him.

Finally, all the signatures were done.

Of the nearly a hundred Lords of various ranks and degrees, except for Count Morrison who had become a corpse, all had signed on the parchment.

At this point, they were all in the same boat.

As for whether this ship would set sail for the starry sea or sink midway and be buried at the sea bottom, that would be up to fate.

“Very good!” Count Uman stood up, taking the parchment that had been signed, he said, “Next, I will arrange for someone to deliver this petition to Duke St. Hilde. Today’s meeting is concluded, thank you all!”

With that, he strode out of the hall.

The Lords also left one after the other.

Colin didn’t hurry to leave, instead, he caught up with Earl Dawson.

Before he could speak, Earl Dawson stopped Colin with a look and signaled him to follow.

Colin obediently closed his mouth and followed Earl Dawson through a long corridor to a room deep in the castle courtyard.

Looking at the familiar surroundings, Colin felt a sense of déjå vu.

“What is this place?”

“Huh, Colin? How come you are here?”

Before Earl Dawson could answer his question, Colin heard Vera’s voice.

Turning his head, Colin saw Vera, who was exceptionally well-dressed as a Mage.

She was wearing a snowflake shirt and white tight-fitting riding pants today, with a pair of brown high boots on her feet.

This outfit was quite fitting, perfectly outlining Vera’s elegant figure.

Colin stared at her for a few moments.

“Earl Dawson brought me here. Are you dressed like this because you’re going

“Yes. My uncle is taking me hunting!” Vera said excitedly.

“Uncle?” Colin only then realized why he felt the décor was so familiar.

Because this was Marquis Garcia’s residence. Two months ago, Vera had brought him here.

At that time, they were trying to persuade Marquis Garcia not to conflict with Duke St. Hilde.

Moreover, at that time, Marquis Garcia was not in the castle but in…

Getting ready for a hunt!

However, the game he was after back then was no ordinary beast.

Instead, it was an army of three hundred thousand trolls!

Now, as a conflict between two brothers is imminent, is Marquis Garcia seriously going hunting again?

What’s his game this time?

“Colin, your timing is perfect,” said Marquis Garcia, coming out with a smile and inviting him, “Let’s go hunting together.”

Colin blinked and cheerfully responded, “Sure!”

Meanwhile.

A messenger was riding a swift horse from Ice Rock City, heading for the Golden Lion Legion’s base.

In the eastern district of Ice Rock City, the Tulip Chamber of Commerce’s outpost.

Under Oliver’s guidance, Count Uman arrived in a secluded room.

“Is he inside?”

“Yes, my lord.”

Count Uman waved his hand, indicating for Oliver to leave.

Oliver’s plump face was full of obsequious smiles that were about to overflow.

“Yes, my lord. Let me know if you need anything else.” After saying that, he quickly withdrew.

Count Uman, alone, pushed the door open and went inside.

He then closed the door.

The room was empty.

Count Uman didn’t find that strange; he just sat down in a chair to wait patiently.

No one knew how much time passed.

A silhouette appeared suddenly in the room as if it had been there from the beginning.

“My lord.”

Count Uman looked at the ghost-like figure in the black robe that had appeared, showed no surprise, just nodded and asked, “Why are you so eager to see me?”

“I’ve brought a message from Mr. Ji.”

Count Uman frowned, saying indifferently, “Go on.” “Mr. Ji hopes that you can cancel the original plan.”

“Heh heh.” Count Uman chuckled.

He stood up, walked up to the black-robed figure, and looked down at him with a cold demeanor, saying, “Then you can deliver a message from me to Mr. Ji— I am not his servant, I do not need to obey his orders!”

“My lord, you can’t do this. This will disrupt Mr. Ji’s plan…”

Count Uman suddenly grabbed the black-robed figure by the neck, cutting him off.

“Heh… heh…” The black-robed figure struggled to breathe. As he struggled, the hood that had covered his face slipped off, revealing a face panicked.

“Remember, you are just a messenger.

You have a mouth and a pair of ears.

What you hear, you tell.

Nothing else concerns you!

Understand?”

“Und…er…stand…

“Bang!”

Count Uman threw the black-robed figure to the ground and turned to leave.

“My lord, there’s one more thing.” The black-robed figure spoke up again abruptly.

“Speak.”

“Lord Okamoto has succeeded the Prince of the South and is about to set off for the North Territory.”

Count Uman whirls around, his gaze sharp as he stared at the figure in the black robe.

His eyes were filled with undisguised murderous intentions.

The black-robed figure, frightened by his stare, took a step back, on guard.

But Count Uman didn’t make any more drastic moves, he just stared coldly at the figure in the black robe for a moment, then lightly said,

“Noted.”

Then he left..