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Chapter 354: Night Raid on Baron's Manor
The city was cloaked in silence, broken only by faint, distant sounds. The scent of blood hung heavy in the air along the City Wall, carried inward on the howling Northern Wind. But fortunately, most citizens had already fallen asleep—though some were plagued by nightmares.
Hundreds of corpses lay piled atop the City Wall, their bodies drained dry, leaving only shriveled skins stretched over bone—clear evidence of a Vampire Player’s work.
Blood seeped slowly from the City Tower, trickling down the stone like a crimson river, staining the wall in wide, dark patches.
Langli BaiTiao wiped his hands with a silk handkerchief, feigning annoyance. “Honestly, why’d we have to come mess with this place?”
Darknight Wolf whispered, “Well, you were the one who made all the noise.”
“Ah! Another headshot!”
Langli BaiTiao patted his shoulder with mock solemnity. “Young man, you must learn to take responsibility. Don’t keep shifting blame onto your elders—how can that be right?”
“…”
The Player known as 【Flying Mosquito】 quickly interjected, “For the love of all that’s holy, shut up already. We need to move fast.”
“If the sun rises, we’ll be scurrying around like rats in a sewer again.”
“Damn it, let’s just get going!”
This was why the Vampire Template, despite its raw power, wasn’t exactly popular in the Player Community—thanks to 【Sunlight Allergy】.
It was a pure debuff. Any Vampire Player exposed to sunlight would burst into flames. Less than a minute under the sun’s glare, and they’d be reduced to ash.
Even Langli BaiTiao, as the core of a Vampire, could only endure two extra minutes before burning up.
But as one of Nocturne’s top-tier leaders, he had the funds to buy protective Spell Scrolls. That’s why he could often be seen during daytime events—though only when absolutely necessary.
In the Kingdom of Ashen, while Dragonborn and Half-Dragon Transformation were wildly sought after, the Vampire template had become a bottom-tier choice—only truly embraced by diehard Vampire fans. And, of course, the newcomers Langli BaiTiao had tricked into joining.
Compared to the active CommonPlayers who participated in daytime events, most Nocturne Players spent their days hidden in pitch-black caves—mining, battling Phase Spiders or Underground Lizards, living lives that never saw the light.
Only at night could they truly unleash the might of Nocturne, wielding Wanted Posters like weapons, hunting down criminals under the cover of darkness.
And now, Langli BaiTiao had finally gathered his Vampire forces, securing a chance to take part in a major Battlefield mission.
One by one, the vampires scaled the City Wall, landing silently on the ground below, slipping into alleyways, vanishing into the shadows, moving swiftly through the darkness like wraiths.
Some clung to the walls like spiders, crawling hand-over-hand.
Langli BaiTiao himself flew just above the ground, his body pressed flat, his crimson eyes glowing in the dark. His Dark Crimson Cloak flapped behind him in the wind—undoubtedly the aura of a nobleblooded vampire.
“Capture Vichy City—tonight!”
“Reforge the glory of the Vampire! This is our duty!”
His voice rang with fervor.
“But boss… we’re vampires. We’ll burn to ash the moment we see sunlight!”
Darknight Wolf, clinging to the wall beside him, scratched his head, genuinely confused.
Langli BaiTiao’s carefully crafted Boss Aura shattered instantly—his entire posture deflated.
“Enough chatter. Just follow my orders.”
“See that large house with the garden, still lit up by lamps? That’s the Baron’s Manor. Name’s Oktor Sool.”
“The plan’s simple. We storm in, assassinate the Baron. That’s it.”
“Understood, boss.”
Night draped the city like a shroud. Moonlight spilled over the ancient stone walls of the Baron’s Manor, lending them a solemn, almost regal air.
The vampires infiltrated silently, their forms flickering in and out of the moonlight—like wisps of smoke, blending perfectly with the darkness.
Guards stood at the gate, yet they never noticed the effortless breach.
Crack.
A sharp, synchronized sound—two guards’ necks snapped clean in half.
“Boss, you said only to kill witnesses.”
“…Just couldn’t resist. Got carried away.”
“Something feels off… this stealth… it’s not like how it is in the movies.”
“Never mind that. Just tell me—were we discovered?”
The Vampire Players continued their search, tracking the Baron’s trail.
Their steps were light and swift, each movement precise, silent—like a cat prowling through the night.
They passed through corridors, crossed the courtyard, eliminating patrols, advancing steadily toward the brightly lit sitting room.
Then—footsteps.
A servant girl appeared, quietly pushing open the door with a trembling hand, carrying a silver platter piled high with food scraps. She walked with exhaustion etched on her face.
“Strange…” she murmured. “Where’s Bernard?”
“Never mind. Just finish this quickly. Home’s running low on food again. Little Egger’s probably waiting.”
“…The city’s getting worse by the day.”
In the shadowed corner of the courtyard, several pairs of blood-red eyes watched her.
“Boss… should we kill her?”
“…”
“…Let her go. The mission doesn’t allow killing civilians.”
She shivered, the cold wind brushing her skin unnaturally. An uneasy feeling prickled her spine, her hair standing on end.
She glanced around, then carefully dumped the scraps into a cloth sack she carried. Without another word, she hurried off, skirts fluttering, fleeing the silence.
She had no idea she’d just escaped death.
Nor did she know what came next.
Under the blinding glow of the lamps, a tall, imposing silhouette appeared behind the ornate glass window—clearly the figure the vampires had been hunting.
Baron Oktor Sool stood in the center of the hall, shouting curses, utterly unaware of the danger closing in.
“Damn fools! Watch where you’re stepping—don’t you dare dirty my painting!”
“That’s a masterpiece by Avaro himself! Worth hundreds of gold coins—your head wouldn’t even cover the cost!”
“And those gold coins? All mine! Three thousand four hundred and seventy-three—every single one. If I find even one missing, I’ll cut off your filthy hands!”
“Where’s Alyosha? Why hasn’t he arrived yet?”
In the hall, soldiers scrambled, hauling treasure with frantic energy—as if preparing to empty the entire manor.
Oktor Baron had already hired a mysterious Mage skilled in Teleportation Spells. The man would soon whisk the Baron and his lifetime hoard away to the southern Faldran Empire.
“I’ll make it out,” Oktor whispered, gazing toward the horizon. “I’ll live as a noble again… in the south.”
(End of Chapter)
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