“The United Kingdom sent a mage in to scout? You must have some exceptional qualities, right? But your magic power is incredibly weak. Have you comprehended some strange magic? Blood Clan Special-Forces Magic? Then why didn’t you just ambush us earlier? Who exactly are you?” the Silverblood Knight Captain continued to question.
Xiadam could tell this person was a suspicious, long-winded talker.
By the way, judging from the voice, this was a young female vampire, roughly the same appearance and age as Sheffield.
But since vampires’ appearances rarely match their true age—just like Sheffield, an ancient creature of a thousand years—one shouldn’t judge based on looks alone.
“We’re just Wild Mages traveling around, with no connection to the United Kingdom whatsoever,” Xiadam replied.
“Do you think we would believe you? You don’t have a single piece of outdoor camping gear on you, and you tell me you travel around? You must be spies from the United Kingdom. Tell me, how many Kingdom soldiers are hiding nearby?” the Silverblood Knight Captain pressed.
“Let me show her a trick,” Xiadam said, raising her small hand confidently.
Sheffield opened a rift in the void and tossed out a huge pile of professional camping equipment.
Clang! But their Stone Pot, finally unable to endure the strain of many days, shattered outright.
“Ah, my pot!” Xiadam cried, heartbroken.
She squatted to collect the shards, sorrowfully speaking, “Old friend, you have accompanied me for so long, and today you finally leave before me? I always expected this day, but never thought it would come so soon.”
This Stone Pot was personally crafted by Xiadam back in the Southern Forest and held great sentimental value.
Its heat resistance, however, was only so-so—nowhere near the quality of a professional craftsman’s work—so it broke.
“Now do you believe we’re travelers?” Xiadam asked.
“…I believe you halfway. I can tell you’re quite capable mages. With that level of skill, you probably wouldn’t want to be spies for the United Kingdom,” the Silverblood Knight Captain analyzed.
As she spoke, she sheathed her Knight Sword, lowering her hostility and killing intent, but still remained on alert.
Yet these vampire knights were clearly subdued by Xiadam’s unstoppable eloquence and performance; their initial aggression had faded.
“Please, you two mages, come rest in our city. The wasteland at night has become very dangerous recently,” the Silverblood Knight Captain said, half inviting, half coercing.
It sounded polite, but refusal wasn’t an option—they had to go.
Xiadam had Sheffield pack their gear back into Storage Space and obediently followed the Silverblood Knight Captain.
Because this was the very reason she had come here in the first place.
They were going to show her the so-called .
I don’t know how you parasites dare call yourselves true humans.
…
Before the sun rose.
Crossing the rolling, rocky wasteland, they arrived at the foot of a massive earthen wall.
This wall was at least fifty meters tall, like a mountain dragon hiding in the dark.
Xiadam had only ever seen walls this high in the Central Royal Capital.
Of course, the Central Royal Capital’s was a thousand-year-old Anti-Magic White Brick Wall, towering and immovable; an earthen wall could not compare in strength.
The Silverblood Knights quickly gathered in the shadow at the base of the wall, avoiding the morning sun.
Their movements were highly practiced, not a first-timer’s fumbling—very professional at hide-and-seek.
There was a hidden entrance by the wall, leading into an internal passageway that crossed through to the city.
But at that moment, surrounded on all sides by the Silverblood Knights, Xiadam suddenly acted.
She swiftly drew the Kingdom Knight Broadsword from her waist.
Whoosh~ The blade cut through the air.
The broadsword’s edge now rested across the Silverblood Knight Captain’s shoulder.
“What are you doing?”
“So you really are a Kingdom spy!”
The Silverblood Knight Captain stopped abruptly, turning cold and hostile.
Other Silverblood Knights also drew their swords, encircling Xiadam and Sheffield tightly.
But this time they drew the second swords on their backs.
All these Silverblood Knights carried two swords—one at the waist, one on the back.
Now drawing their second swords, Xiadam understood why vampires carried two blades.
The ones at their waists were Silver Swords.
Silver inflicted tremendous damage against ghouls and the Blood Clan.
Vampires possessed strong regeneration, but silver weapons could temporarily suppress the Blood Clan’s recovery.
Silver swords were too soft for regular combat and mostly ornamental, specialized to counter Blood Clan enemies.
Their second swords were sturdy Steel Swords.
Simply put, these were for cutting humans.
“What do you mean by this, human mages?” the Silverblood Knight Captain asked coldly.
“If I were a Kingdom spy, you would have already been exposed,” Xiadam said.
“…”
Sheffield slapped her forehead beside her, speechless.
She knew Xiadam was being difficult again.
This was her favorite pastime—criticizing the defensive systems of every city they visited.
Almost every time they came to a new city gate, Xiadam had to put on this act.
But she never expected to criticize the defenses on vampire territory!
“Human mage, you’re courting death.”
Blood energy faintly surged around the Silverblood Knight Captain.
The sword on her back was wrapped in black cloth—definitely not the mass-produced steel sword used by her comrades.
“I never intended to be on the same side as vampires. You don’t really think I’d trust parasites like you? You heartless, unprincipled, senseless creatures!”
Xiadam’s tone showed no retreat; her expression turned fierce as she insulted them.
The Silverblood Knight Captain trembled with anger, not begging even with the blade across her neck.
She slowly raised a hand to grasp the mysterious sword on her back.
But before she could draw it, another Silverblood Knight stepped forward and held her hand, stopping her impulse.
“A bunch of cowards? What’s the matter? If it’s a fight you want, then fight! Stop pussyfooting around!”
Xiadam shouted loudly, pouring fuel on the fire and tempting fate—just to force their hand.
“If you don’t trust us, mage, you can leave. We won’t stop you,” the Silverblood Knight Captain said, suppressing her anger, calming down.
“I told you I don’t trust you. How can you guarantee that we won’t be retaliated against after we leave? Vampires are notorious for being vengeful, petty, and cruel!” Xiadam pressed on.
“You must have heard the founding reason for our True Human Empire, right? We…” the Silverblood Knight Captain tried to explain.
“I know perfectly well. Humans and vampires living in peace? You don’t even believe your own words,” Xiadam snorted coldly.
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