Ash Rufat looked up at the door, and Mimilu appeared at the door. At this moment, Mimilu was squatting there, looking at the scene in the room with curious eyes.

"Mimilu, it's you, indeed." Ash Rufate sighed. "Did you bring her here?"

The only one who can bring a blind man here is Mimilu.

"Yes," Mimilu tilted her head and looked at Ash Rufate, and Leya who was sleeping.

"Master, don't you want to mate with her?"

"Matching/matching!!!?" Ashu Rufat breathed a sigh of relief and choked directly. "Cough! Cough!" He recovered after a few seconds. Fortunately, Leya was sleeping very well, and this level of voice did not wake her up.

"Mimilu, that's not called mating!" It's obvious that although Mimilu is able to speak in common terms and be able to read and write in advance, her common sense is still lacking.

"So it's...going to bed?" For some reason, Mimilu doesn't seem to be taboo about this topic. But then again, it's understandable that a primitive and simple race like the Half Beast Clan is a primitive and simple race. Mimilu has lived in the human world for a long time, but it doesn't mean that she understands everything. "I don't understand very much. But she said that she wants to mate with you... no, go to bed."

"Don't worry about this, Mimilu!" Ashu Rufat shouted a little angrily. "Why did you bring her to my room?"

"Because she said she likes you." Mimilu had an innocent expression.

"That's not like."

"Huh?! But Mimilu can feel...she really likes her master." Mimilu opened her eyes seriously. "Mimilu can feel it, it's true!"

"Your feelings may not be true! Also, it's too late, it's time for you to go to bed!"

...

"Are you here?" Damon stood leaning against his horse. It was afternoon. The sky was sunny and the dark castle in the distance was far away, like a dark sword inserted into the light. In front of Damon was a mysterious man wearing a black cloak and covering half of his face with a hood. The man stood with his hands hanging down, and there was a whiteness on his palm that looked lifeless, just like a corpse. "I thought you wouldn't come."

The mysterious man slowly took off his hood, revealing a young but dead face. Not only that, there was a faint energy around him, like black fog, looming. He had a little bit of thinking ability and immediately realized that this person was not an ordinary person, but a black magic practitioner and a necromancer.

"I heard you had a...negotiation with the Blood Duke." The Necromancer spoke. His voice was hoarse and lacked the vitality of a normal person, as if it was sent by a mechanical one.

"Of course the talk broke down," Damon replied. "I was ordered to leave. But I finally gave me some time so that I could find you."

That being said, but there was no frustration and regret on his face due to diplomatic failure.

"Didn't it come from the beginning... with sincerity?" asked the Necromancer.

"I don't want to admit it, but it's true," Damon replied. "Not to mention this, we haven't seen each other for almost ten years since you left your hometown to learn black magic. It seems that you are in a good situation."

"Actually... not good." The Necromancer replied. "The road to learning black magic is full of hardships. I have paid a lot... until now, I have... found a shortcut."

"Oh, what's the shortcut?" Damon asked curiously.

"Serve the Blood Duke......" The Necromance Mage replied. "He is a generous master... able to give me... first-hand information I long for.... I have worked hard for the past ten years... countless dangerous battles... and the knowledge I have received is not as good as the Blood Duke's... that much... what the Blood Duke gave me in a month. Now I finally... understand... why... the black magicians in the past... will go to Kalean."

It seemed that in order to prove his words, the Necromancer took out a book from his arms and signaled it to the other party. The pages of the book were cortical. According to legend, vampires would use virgin blood to write the darkest knowledge on human skin. However, no matter how stupid Damon was, he would not ask whether the book was made of human skin.

However, he remembered the girls who gave them to the vampire through his hand. This imagination made him feel uneasy.

"You are looking for me...not... to reminisce about the past, right? What's the matter..."

"Although you are now a subordinate of the Blood Duke, this matter is related to the future of our clan. Can you answer a few questions from me?"

The other party was silent for a long time, and finally replied, "Ask...."

"What is the combat power of the vampire's undead legion...? I heard that when he was Kalayan, the Blood Knight was the real elite force, and the Blood Duke was only alone."

"It's not as strong as you... imagined, nor as weak as you... imagined..."

"What about quantity?" Damon asked. If the question just now was a bit concealed, this question would be too explicit.

"You...are you... really... planning to be an enemy of the Blood Duke...?" This time, the Necromancer also realized that this was a little wrong.

"This is not something I can decide. I can only collect all the information and hand it over to the Council of Elders." Damon replied. "As for whether there will be war, it depends on everyone's discussion at the meeting."

"Silly...a large group of people... discuss and will definitely make the...the stupidest... decision."

"Maybe, but haven't we all been here all the time?" Damon replied. "Tell me, do you regret your original choice?" He looked at the necromancer in front of him. Judging from his appearance, the other party looked less than twenty years old, but his obvious dead state of lack of vitality... Is this really worth pursuing? But Damon immediately put aside this stupid idea. There are more realistic things that need him to do. If possible, it would be best to convince this old friend to abandon the darkness and turn to the light. If he could get a reliable person inside the enemy, he might be able to make up for the mistake of this mission.

God knew where the vampire came from, but he actually detained the fortune teller who was originally responsible for the important tasks. Under the roof, he had to bow his head, and Damon could only swallow his anger and dare not object. Of course, he had to bear the responsibility for this matter.

"No." The Necromancer shook his head. "Let's go... black magic... my body no longer... is sick. It turns out that the evil disease that tortures me torture every day... is healed with the progress of my black magic. If I could... choose again... I would have made the same choice."

"What do you do when you serve vampires now?"

"Not... as mysterious as you imagined." This time, the undead mage smiled, a stiff smile. "Most of the time... I've been re-nailing the broken skeletons so that they can... be re-used. And... mix things like metal, wood... into the zombies' bodies, so that they can... be more resistant to hitting."

"Oh?" Damon had heard of this. During the Battle of Carlean, many zombies were actually strange creatures composed of flesh and blood and other materials. Their bodies were mixed with wood, metal, bones of other creatures and nails on coffins, with the purpose of increasing the strength of their bodies.

However, according to the information provided by the Ryans, the Duke of Blood is more than just zombies and skeletons. At least among the known information, vampires have many undead legions that are far more deadly than zombies.

But Damon at least pretended to be ignorant of this on his face. He immediately picked up a topic of the past and recalled what happened when the two of them met frequently. Only in the moment when the feeling of the past ended, a trace of sadness suddenly flashed in his eyes.

Ten years is indeed a long time, enough to change a person, enough to erase the edges and corners of young people, and enough to completely reverse a person's position.

"Well, it's time for me to leave." Finally, Damon offered his farewell. "I'm glad you still remember me."

"I will... remember you forever." The undead mage still had a stiff smile on his face.

So the two broke up. Damon jumped onto the war horse, and the necromancer turned around and left. There was no warmth left in the place where the two were just now. Even if there was, it disappeared with a gust of cold wind.

"Sir, let's go back like that?" Damon asked alone when he returned to the convoy. "Leya is like this..."

"What else do you want? We sent her to the vampire's castle ourselves!" Damon said viciously. The reality proves how stupid the proposal to send Leya to investigate the vampire was. "The vampire kept her without hesitation. If you don't agree, you can go to the vampire to protest."

The man immediately stopped saying a word. The vampire is not a good man and a trustworthy woman. Isn’t protesting seeking death?

"Let's go back!" Damon announced loudly. Although Leya's affairs were stupid, there were still some gains in other aspects, especially in the terrain, environment and other aspects. Originally, I heard that Sivania was a wilderness, with plagues rampant and various monsters appearing. It was the kind of place that lacked value and was the first choice for exiled criminals in various countries. But in fact, it didn't seem that bad.

Although there is an accidental outbreak of plague, it is not an incurable disease. If there are sufficient medical staff, it should be able to be extinguished quickly. Monsters are indeed appearing, but they are not extremely difficult to deal with. As long as they can strengthen defense, it will not be a big problem... On the contrary, if we talk about the richness of the land, Sivania is still far above the mountainous area where the Bin tribes now live.

And this terrain condition... the guy named Belar doesn't look like he is scaring people. When he thinks of Belar, he recalls the simple meeting with Belar before he set out. At that time, he was a little disdainful of Belar's "must-win strategy" proposed by Belar. Where did the winning method come from in this world? Isn't it to encourage the Bin tribe to deal with vampires?

However, as far as the current situation is concerned, risks and opportunities exist at the same time... it is time to make a decision.

He suddenly recalled the vampire. It was strange that when he talked to the Bloody Duke face to face, he had no special impression. During the entire meeting, the Bloody Duke was similar to the ordinary human nobles. But now he was a little scared. Whenever he recalled the appearance of the vampire, he felt a chill in his heart.
Chapter completed!