Ashen Dragon-Chapter 360 - 284 Night Raid on the Earl’s Mansion

Chapter 360: Chapter 284 Night Raid on the Earl’s Mansion

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The city was shrouded in darkness and silence, with occasional faint sounds echoing through the air.

The scent of blood permeated the city walls, carried by the howling north wind into the city. Fortunately, most people were already asleep, though some were disturbed by nightmares.

Hundreds of corpses had already piled up on the walls, with several individuals drained completely, reduced to withered skin and bones—a clear work of the vampire players.

Pooled blood slowly trickled down from the battlements, leaving large stains on the walls.

Swashbuckler wiped his hands with a silk scarf, striking a pose as he said, “What a hassle, why did they have to provoke us?”

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Wolf of the Dark Night whispered, “Isn’t it because you caused the commotion, boss…”

“Ouch!”

Another headshot rang out.

Swashbuckler patted his shoulder again, saying with an air of seniority, “Young people must be brave enough to take responsibility, you can’t always think of shirking it and pushing it onto the seniors, that won’t do.”

“…”

The player nicknamed [Flying Mosquito] hurriedly reminded, “Stop talking nonsense, we need to move quickly.”

“When the sun comes out, we’ll be like rats hiding in the sewers again.”

“Damn it, let’s go quickly then.”

This was why the vampire template, despite its full strength, was not that popular among players—[Sunlight Allergy].

[Sunlight Allergy] was purely a debuff. Vampire players would catch fire upon contact with sunlight, turning to ash in less than a minute of exposure.

As for Swashbuckler, being the primary vampire, he could withstand it for about two more minutes.

However, as one of the leaders of Nocturne, he was relatively wealthy and could afford to exchange for spell scrolls that provided sunlight protection, allowing him to appear in various events during the day.

Thus, within the player base of the Ashen Kingdom faction, compared to the highly favored Dragonborn and Semi-Dragon Form race templates, vampires had become a niche—only vampire enthusiasts would consider joining Nocturne.

Of course, there were also newbies who were tricked into joining by Swashbuckler.

Unlike ordinary players enthusiastically participating in various events, Nocturne players spent most of their daytime in lightless caves—they would mine, sometimes fight underground monsters like Phase Spiders and Subterranean Lizards, living in secrecy.

Only at night could these vampire players freely exhibit the might of Nocturne, capturing criminals with bounty warrants.

Now, Swashbuckler finally gathered these vampire players, seizing the chance to partake in a major battlefield mission.

The vampires scaled the walls one after another, landing silently on the ground within the city, slipping into deep alley shadows, moving swiftly in the dark.

Some clung to the walls, climbing like spiders.

Swashbuckler flew close to the ground, his eyes glowing blood-red, with his dark red cloak billowing behind him, truly exuding the aura and presence of a noble vampire.

“We’ll take Vichy City tonight!”

“Restoring the glory of the Blood Clan is our duty!”

Swashbuckler proclaimed passionately.

“But boss, we’re vampires, won’t we be done for if we see daylight?”

Wolf of the Dark Night, clinging to the nearby wall, scratched his head and asked in confusion.

The boss aura Swashbuckler painstakingly crafted instantly dissipated, he seemed deflated.

“Quit your nonsense, just follow my command.”

“See that big house with the lights on and garden? That’s the Count’s Mansion, seems to be called Alcott Suhl.”

“The plan is simple; we charge in, assassinate the Earl, and that’s it.”

“Got it, boss.”

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Nightfall descended, and the moonlight poured down like flowing silver.

The ancient stone walls of the Count’s Mansion appeared solemn under the moon’s baptism.

The vampires stealthily infiltrated the mansion. Their figures flickered in the moonlight like wisps of smoke, blending perfectly with the surrounding darkness.

Soldiers stood guard at the door but did not notice these entities effortlessly scaling the walls.

“Creak.”

In the next moment, the synchronous sound was heard as the two soldiers standing guard had their necks snapped simultaneously.

“Boss, didn’t we say only kill witnesses?”

“Couldn’t resist, got excited.”

“This stealth mission seems off, not like in the movies.”

“Forget it, did you get spotted or not?”

The vampire players continued searching for the Earl.

Their footsteps were light and swift, each one falling in silence, like a cat prowling in the dark.

The vampires traversed corridors and courtyards, killing patrolling guards along the way, silently approaching the well-lit mansion hall.

Suddenly, they heard footsteps again ahead—apparently from a maid who cautiously opened the door, holding a silver tray of food scraps, her face weary.

She muttered to herself, “How strange… Where did Lord Berner go?”

“Whatever, let’s finish today’s work quickly. There’s almost no food left at home, Little Aige is likely still waiting for me.”

“Sigh, the situation in the city is getting worse.”

In a shadowy corner of the mansion, several pairs of blood-red eyes gazed at the maid.

“Boss, do we kill her?”

“…”

“Forget it, let her go. The mission says not to kill commoners.”

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The maid felt an eerie chill in the air, a foreboding sense that made her hair stand on end.

She looked around cautiously, dumping the food scraps from the silver tray into her cloth bag, then hurriedly lifted her skirt and walked away quickly.

She didn’t know she had just escaped death.

Nor did she know what was about to happen.

Under the bright lights, a tall, stout figure appeared through a luxurious glass window—clearly, this was Count Alcott Suhl, the target the vampires were searching for.

At this moment, the Count was cursing loudly, without any awareness of the imminent danger.

“Damn it, be careful, don’t get my painting dirty!”

“That’s a masterpiece by Master Avaro, worth hundreds of gold coins. You couldn’t even pay for it with your head cut off!”

“And those gold coins are mine! Thirty-four thousand and seventy-three coins, not a single one missing. If I find any missing, I’ll cut off your filthy hands!”

“Where’s Alyosha? Why isn’t he here yet?”

In the brightly lit hall, the guard soldiers were busily moving the Count’s treasures, seemingly emptying the entire mansion.

Count Alcott had already hired a mysterious mage adept at teleportation spells, who would help him escape with his years’ worth of accumulated wealth to the southern Empire of Fadlan.

“I’ll surely leave this place and continue my noble life in the south.”

Count Alcott gazed into the distance, contemplating.