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Chapter 198 - 71. Borrow a Knife [11/60]_2

Chapter 198: 71. Borrow a Knife [11/60]_2

He waved his hand and the witch hunters around him scattered immediately.

Evidently, the old knight didn’t want the upcoming conversation to be heard by others, but the grey-haired demon huntress Natalie stayed. It was clear that the old knight valued her greatly.

"Are there any other vampires in the ruins besides Murphy and his gang?"

Finoc said solemnly:

"Where are they from? What are their goals? Be clear!"

"That’s what I’m about to explain."

Milian took another deep breath and recounted everything that had happened in the previous few hours, including the reason for Jed and his squad’s appearance.

She remembered the advice of the veteran Norman, not telling a single lie. But some details she did not clarify. However, this was enough for someone as battle-hardened as Old Feinock to understand the general situation.

"You previously mentioned that your target isn’t Sir Morphy and the survivor camp he’s protecting, because we are indeed weak on this side.

Although it’s embarrassing, we admit that! In this situation, our weakness is our camouflage."

Milian emphasized:

"However, now, Jed and his six companions have arrived at the ruins. They are all silver-grade clan leader’s personal guards, along with sixteen black iron-ranked servants.

I believe this already forms a force that you cannot ignore.

Sir Morphy didn’t want my purpose for these negotiations to be concealed.

He wants to use you guys as a tool to achieve his desire. He doesn’t want to become Jed’s vassal, nor see the situation he has worked hard to control be ravished by some creatures of the night who find joy in sucking blood and exploiting others.

He wants those scum that crawled out of hell to roll back into their hell and not to touch this already devastated world.

Therefore, he needs your help.

The warriors of Sir Morphy will commence the first wave of attack, but it would be hard for our warriors to exterminate all the vampires. Sir Morphy hopes you could fulfill the duty of a witch hunter and slaughter these creatures of the night!

For this, the two sides could proceed with further cooperation."

"You’re expecting further actions?"

The old knight sneered:

"If your words just now were known by other clans, even the traditionally friendly and fair Blood Covenant Knight Order would ruin Sir Morphy’s reputation among vampires!

It’s normal for vampires to scheme against each other, but colluding with outsiders, especially witch hunters like us, is of a different nature.

I’m very curious, is your Sir Morphy cornered to a dead end, or does he really not care about his reputation among his peers?"

"That’s not for me to answer, commander."

Milian bowed her head, speaking softly:

"But I believe Sir Morphy has his considerations. Also, I want to emphasize this, although you insistently label me as an incurable Blood Servant, I am not.

My personal disdain for vampires is enough to make me an outlier in the region of Transylvania, and my relationship with Sir Morphy is not one of loyalty at the moment.

I am only...

Well, I’m just hired by him to manage the survivors he saved from the city.

I am here tonight, putting my life at risk to negotiate with you not because I obey the vagabond’s commands unconditionally. Just like with Sir Morphy’s declaration to you, we have common interests.

And this interest is enough to make me risk my life.

I am bravely here, forcing my trembling legs to negotiate with you, not because I am courageous enough, but because I know that the survival of over a thousand survivors depends on the success of my negotiations tonight...

Lady Cui Si once told me that the witch hunters in her memory always proudly regarded themselves as the defenders of the kingdom of Yisha.

Even after Yisha merged with West Lan to form the Golden Flower Kingdom, your conduct remained noble and of the most excellent character. Maybe it was her persuasion that convinced Sir Morphy to make up his mind.

If just one-tenth of Lady Cui Si’s description is true, then I believe, you all could make the right decision!

The following is no longer part of my negotiations with you as Sir Morphy’s envoy, but rather a request from an ordinary person born and raised in the region of Transylvania:

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

The old knight didn’t answer immediately.

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

After a few seconds of silence, the Grey-haired Demon Hunting Princess Natalie took off her hood. She pointed to the not unpleasant scars on her eyes and face, and said to Milian before her:

"These wounds were caused by the tortures and abuses of the vampires, originating from the ambush at Morlan village, representing the hatred and grudges between me and Murphy.

Old Joe died at your hands!

And Matt, John, and Mond. I remember the names and faces of each of my subordinates, but I lost them right here, on this detestable land.

What I am saying is...

Listen well, the envoy of the vampires!

The unresolved issues between Murphy, the other vampires, and myself won’t be placated easily. I will recover everything I’ve lost by my own hands, yet... I will show you with my actions!

Our portrayal by Lady Cui Si is real.

Hunters are not monsters born for killing and immersed in war, we used to be noble as well.

And tonight, we will reclaim our nobility!

We will protect those people in the survivors’ camp from the threat of vampires, but this does not mean that we will make peace with Murphy and his clique..."

"This is what you must do!"

Milian pointed ill-tempered towards Morlan, and continued:

"If anyone else said these words, I wouldn’t be able to refute them. But it’s different for you, look over there! That’s where I was born, Natalie. You saw with your own eyes what your companions did there, how my father, my family, my comrades died. You know it better than I. It was not the vampires we both detest who killed them!

You say hunters were once noble, then prove to me you aren’t like those madmen you hail from!"

Mentioning the incidents in Morlan village, Natalie’s tone could not turn firm.

After all, the tragedy there did indeed originate with her companions who had fallen into a state of destruction.

"It seems like you have reached an agreement, although it’s quite different from what I imagined."

The old knight, who had been observing their conversation, spoke it with a sigh:

"Natalie, you really need to work on your eloquence. Or, I should say, this red-haired lass has quite a temper and can really outmatch you in this regard. But luckily, you can make up for it in other ways.

Now, I command!"

"Swish"

Natalie immediately straightened her body.

The hunters in the surrounding darkness also stood at attention, ready to hear the commander’s orders.

"Teams one to five will temporarily follow Captain Natalie’s command. You will join the protection of the survivors’ camp and the hunt for the vampire fanatics.

I can hear the desire for war in your hearts, now you no longer need to restrain yourselves."

The old knight gestured and said:

"Join with me in the inner city after your mission is complete. I will operate separately... Major Fraser, who do you want to follow?"

Hearing Old Finoc’s question, Major Fraser, who had been hiding in the back, stepped forward. Milian frowned instantly when she saw the tall, skinny man in a Golden Flower Kingdom uniform appear.

She could come to terms with the hunters because they were mercenaries, but a major from an enemy nation was a true enemy.

Although she didn’t have much affection for her homeland, she had heard about the destruction Posya Confederation suffered at the hands of Golden Flower Kingdom in the ten years of war while she was studying in Genoa Island.

"My strength is rather low, so I won’t trouble you, Commander."

Major Fraser studied the red-head woman in front of him with interest.

This woman from Transylvania had quite the temper, completely unlike the delicate ladies he had seen growing up. She was like a lioness swiping her claws.

He has never seen such a fierce woman, and while thinking Milian a bit wild, he was also filled with curiosity.

The Major said quietly:

"I will move with Lady Natalie, and along the way, record your extermination of the last remnants of the Blood Vulture Clan. I believe His Majesty the King will be delighted to hear this intense battle and heroic tale of humans combating evil spirits during his leisure time.

And I, I am the King’s eyes and ears."