The First Vampire Chapter 71 – Chapter 71: 071 Expired (Revised)_1

Chapter 71: 071 Expired (Revised)_1

UƤDATΕD by ƁʘXNʘVEL.ƇƟM

Translator: 549690339

“Viscount! Viscount!”

The anxious voice of Knight Raymon resounded beyond the door.

The distressed sight of guards' corpses strewn across the corridor and the shattered door filled his heart with terror and guilt. He rushed frantically into Colin's bedroom.

That's when he saw Colin, seated in his chair, and a “corpse” on the floor.

Raymon felt a sigh of relief but noticing the fresh blood on Colin's chest, he immediately asked with concern:

“Viscount, are you alright?”

“I'm fine! I've subdued the assassin.” Colin pointed to Cynthia who was pretending to be dead on the floor.

Recognizing Cynthia, Raymon instantly felt remorse: “I'm sorry, Viscount, all of this is my fault, you've been startled!”

Colin shook his hand, and did not blame Raymon: “It's okay, it's not your fault.” In fact, this incident couldn't be blamed on Raymon.

After all, this castle originally belonged to the Sudor family. Cynthia was all too familiar with it, while Raymon had just settled here with insufficient manpower and unfamiliar surroundings. It was too difficult to guard against an infiltration by a third rank knight like Cynthia.

“Viscount, this was indeed a lapse in my duties. Rest assured, I will strengthen your protective forces. Such a thing will never happen again!”

“No need. Other than this madwoman from the Sudor family, who would dare to assassinate a Viscount for no reason? Do they have a death wish? We are short on manpower at the moment, don't waste it on me, you should arrange as usual.”

“But what if…

Knight Raymon wanted to continue persuading but was stopped by Colin's determined gaze.

To Colin, assassination did not truly frighten him.

On the contrary, he yearned for Count Uman or the true mastermind behind him to send someone else to kill him.

That way, he could capture the assassin alive and present him to Duke St. Hilde.

At that time, he would like to see how Count Uman will clean up this mess.

“Yes.” Seeing Colin's determination, Raymon could only agree with a nod.

Next, he looked at the blood stain on Colin's chest and asked: “Viscount, how are your wounds? Should I find a priest for you?”

Colin shook his head: “No need, it's just a minor external injury.”

Although he wanted holy water, without the faces of Marquis Garcia and Vera, the church would not provide him with holy water for free.

Recalling the experience of being fleeced last time, Colin felt a pang of pain.

Seeing not much blood on Colin's chest, Raymon thought the wound was not serious, and decided not to insist further. Instead, he said: “Why don't you go rest in another room while I have someone clean up here.”

But Colin shook his head, instructing: “That's not urgent. Have you ever visited the prison in Ice Rock City?”

Raymon was puzzled why Colin would suddenly ask about this but he still answered honestly: “I just visited it this morning.”

“Are there condemned prisoners in there?”

Raymon pondered: “Yes, there are a few.”

“Fine, go to the prison now and bring out all the condemned prisoners. I need them.”

“Yes!” Although he was puzzled about Colin's intentions, Raymon immediately went to execute the order.

Watching Raymon's retreating figure, Colin couldn't help but mutter to himself:

A loyal servant like Raymon is indeed handy to use!

Not like that damn Cynthia, she obeys but she doesn't have a brain.

Originally, Colin was considering whether to bestow First Embrace upon

Knight Raymon.

But now, he abandoned that idea.

Although he guessed that completing the full First Embrace ceremony should create a “blood clan” with their own thoughts, what if he guessed wrong?

If Raymon ended up like Cynthia, then Colin would be at a great loss.

Forget it. The complete First Embrace experiment should be done on others later on.

“Viscount?” An attendant shyly stood at the door.

“Did Raymon send you?”

“Yes… yes, Sir Raymon asked me to clean up the room…” The attendant's legs trembled a bit; he was clearly terror-stricken by the sight of the corpses in the corridor.

“You don't need to right now.” Colin waved his hand, “You stay outside, don't let anyone approach.”

“Yes…”

Having sent away the attendant, Colin then ordered Cynthia on the floor: “Get up.”

The supposedly dead Cynthia promptly got up.

Colin handed over a water glass and ordered: “Drip some of your blood.”

Cynthia took the water glass, placed it at her abdomen wound and soon, fresh blood poured out.

When the glass was full of fresh blood, Colin quickly took it and poured it into his mouth.

“Gulp… Gulp…”

Draining the glass, Colin closed his eyes in anticipation.

After a long while, the anticipated sensation of heat did not occur.

Colin frowned, passed the glass again: “One more time!”

Naturally, Cynthia obliged.

“Gulp… Gulp…”

He swallowed another glassful.

However, there was still no sign of advancement!

Refusing to be thwarted, Colin passed over the glass again: “One more time!”

“Gulp… Gulp…”

He passed the third glass of blood.

But still, there was no reaction.

Observing Cynthia's pale face, Colin swallowed the “one more time” he was just about to say.

If he were to drink more, it would probably kill her.

As his first blood slave, Colin had big plans for her; she couldn't be wasted so easily.

However, Colin noticed something was not right.

Originally, the fresh blood of high-ranking knights could help him advance, but why didn't Cynthia's blood work?

He distinctly remembered that Cynthia was a third-rank knight, and he was currently second-rank.

Could it be…

The blood of a blood slave had no effect on him?

This discovery made Colin quite depressed.

However, he remembered that at the moment when he had his protruding fangs into Cynthia's neck, it seemed like something had been released from his fangs into Cynthia's body.

Could it be that this mysterious substance turned Cynthia into a blood slave?

Does it also mean that her blood has lost its power to help him advance?

He spread out the parchment he carried with him and recorded all the discoveries he made today.

After a while, footsteps echoed in the corridor again.

Colin gestured to the rear without turning his head, commanding: “Lie down, don't move!”

“Thud!”

Upon hearing this, Cynthia lay down rigidly.

Then, Knight Raymon appeared again at the door: “Viscount, the five death row prisoners in Ice Rock City have been brought over. They are outside the castle.”

“Are there any professionals among them?” Colin continued writing on the parchment and casually asked.

“There is one first-rank warrior, the others are common people.”

“Good, you go down first. I will be right there.”

“Yes!”

After a while, Colin finally finished his recording.

He carefully put away the parchment and stood up, commanding the Cynthia on the ground:

“Get up.”

On hearing this, Cynthia got up.

Colin gave a slight smile and muttered to himself:

“It's time for the experiment..”

Chapter end