The First Vampire-Chapter 479 - : 477 Arrival_1

Chapter 479: 477 Arrival_1

Across the boundless wilderness, a large formation of cavalry was marching southward.

The pace of their progress was not very fast; they did not seem like they were in a hurry.

In the middle of the formation, a young girl in a black horse-riding suit, wearing a wide-brimmed red hat, asked crisply:

“Teacher, which family did your mother come from?”

“The Sangs family.”

“And your grandmother?”

“I think she’s from the Billy family.”

“What about your great-grandmother?”

“The Rick family, perhaps…”

“And your great-great-grandmother?”

Colin gave Princess Judy, who was beside him, a glance, and said somewhat speechlessly: “I can’t remember.”

He, of course, understood the reason for Princess Judy’s sudden “background check”.

It was undeniably because of his promotion to the sixth rank.

In this world, where power and bloodline are closely related, the source of the bloodline for a sixth-rank Knight naturally attracts high attention. Only the top bloodlines can produce sixth-rank Knights.

After all, there are only seven families who can give birth to seventh-rank Holy Knights.

The Angler family obviously doesn’t count as a top bloodline, so Princess Judy is interested in Colin’s maternal bloodline.

However, Sangs, Billy, and Rick… these were families that Princess Judy had never heard of. They were clearly unremarkable minor nobles, entirely unrelated to top bloodlines.

As Princess Judy’s large, lively eyes spun around, she suddenly formulated a bold guess about her teacher’s origin in her mind.

But, it’s a theory that she dared not speak out loud.

Yet, if she doesn’t say out loud, it made the young girl feel uncomfortable.

As her eyes darted around, she happened to meet Prince Harrison’s gaze.

The siblings seemed to understand each other’s thoughts instantly, and they shared a knowing smile.

Of course, Colin was not fooled by these little actions, but he did not bother to clarify. It was better to be misunderstood as the illegitimate son of some high-ranking noble left in Grey Castle rather than having the secrets of the Blood Clan exposed.

What made Colin curious was whether the power he had gained by feeding on the blood of high ranked Knights would affect the bloodline of his descendants.

Would he create a new Holy Knight Family if he successfully ascends to the Holy Field one day?

As for whether he could ascend to the Holy Field, Colin had no doubts.

He had great confidence in his “Blood Clan Cheating Device”. As long as he could get the blood of a Holy Knight, Colin was very likely to step into the Holy Field.

However, if that day did come, the people of this world would surely conclude that he was the illegitimate son of a member of some Holy Knight Family.

He wondered if there would be a cheesy drama about returning to his roots and his ancestral family.

As he was lost in his thoughts, a messenger from the front turned back and reported to Colin:

“My lord, White Dew City is right ahead!”

Upon hearing this, Colin looked up and saw a small white dot appearing on the horizon.

“Knight Andy, it’s your turn to take the stage!”

The named Knight Andy shivered, immediately bending over obsequiously and smiled: “Alright, please wait, I will go and open the door for you!”

Ever since Colin had become a sixth-rank Knight, the envoy from the St. Lorenzo family immediately had an about-face in attitude.

Probably convinced that Colin was the descendant of some Holy Knight family that was lost on the outside.

Considering Colin’s age when he became a sixth-rank Knight, this type of terrifying talent made it seem not impossible that he could ascend to the Holy Field one day.

Therefore, it was understandable that Knight Andy was greater later in deference.

“Teacher, we don’t have to fight any battles this time we go to White Dew City, right?” Princess Judy asked crisply.

Colin smiled mischievously and said:

“Of course not. After all, His Majesty’s war order has already been delivered.”

…

Atop White Dew City’s walls.

Facing the once again encroaching Blood Knight Army, the city’s defenders dared not to take it lightly.

The Pegasus Army and the private armies of the lords previously summoned by Duke St. Prowse, all gathered their elites on the city walls to defend, while a large number of reserve teams began to assemble on the city streets.

The last time the Blood Knight Army attacked, Duke St. Prowse attempted to lure the enemy in by consciously opening the city gate, hoping for an inside-out strike and trapping the Blood Knight Army outside of White Dew City.

Unfortunately, this move backfired.

Not only did they fail to trap the Blood Knight Army, but Duke St. Prowse even risked his own life, epitomizing a miserably failed strategy.

Therefore, this time, holding the city steadfastly became everyone’s consensus.

“Count Nicoll, do you think the Blood Knight Army will launch a strong attack?”

Hearing the question from a noble behind him, Count Nicoll, a pallor on his aging face, still attempted to maintain his composure:

“Don’t worry, it’s common knowledge that cavalry is not good at storming cities. As long as we securely defend the city gate and prevent the Blood Knight Army from entering, even if Colin Angler is full of cunning tricks, he will be helpless.”

Hearing this, a group of Eastern nobles echoed in agreement, instantly lightening the mood.

However, Count Nicoll felt no relief.

In fact, he only felt sorrow at this moment.

Despite having an absolute numerical advantage, none of these Eastern nobles dared to suggest going out of the city to fight.

Even if someone suggested it, Count Nicoll would veto it, but he still hoped to hear such voices, at least proving that the heroic spirit of the Eastern nobles was not completely worn away.

However, the reality was that just a mere twenty thousand people in the Blood Knight Army had trapped the Easterners inside White Dew City, rendering them afraid to venture out.

This was an utter humiliation!

“Sir, an envoy has been sent from the other side, should we bring him up?”

Count Nicoll was shocked back to reality, seeing a single cavalryman break away from the large group, moving towards White Dew City.

“Lower the basket, pull him up. I’d like to see what the Northerners have to say.”

Before long, Knight Andy was brought before Count Nicoll.

“Knight Andy?” Count Nicoll, well-traveled and knowledgeable, recognized the knight from the St. Lorenzo family.

Immediately, without waiting for Knight Andy to reply, Count Nicoll quickly realized: “You are an envoy of the royal family, aren’t you? Has His Majesty’s war order arrived?”

“Yes, Count Nicoll, I bring His Majesty’s personally signed war order, which has successfully passed through the Senate!” Knight Andy held up the document, but did not intend to hand it to Count Nicoll, instead he respectfully requested, “I need to deliver the war order to White Dew Fortress, please forgive me.”

“Of course, of course!” Count Nicoll’s face was all smiles, because he understood that once His Majesty’s war order arrived, the internal conflict among the lords of the empire must cease.

So, he immediately called his personal bodyguards to escort Knight Andy to White Dew Fortress.

Before leaving, Knight Andy didn’t forget to point outside the city and instruct, “Lord Angler from the North is just outside the city, remember to send someone to greet him.”

Count Nicoll’s brow furrowed again, looking at the slowly approaching cavalry army outside the city, he fell silent.

The Eastern nobles by his side were still immersed in the excitement of the successful arrival of the war order at White Dew City, seemingly having forgotten that there was a formidable army getting closer outside the city.

Count Nicoll said to his deputy officer: “Since Knight Andy came from the Blood Knight Army, Colin Angler must have also seen His Majesty’s war order. If he doesn’t want to become an enemy of the Empire, he will not easily initiate conflict.

“So, you send an envoy out of the city to test the opposition’s attitude.”

“Sir, who should be appropriate to send?”

Count Nicoll was immediately hesitant, his gaze scanning the Eastern nobles in front of him, his brows furrowing tighter.

“I’ll go.”

At the moment Count Nicoll was at a loss, Beatrice appeared atop the city wall.

Count Nicoll instantly breathed a sigh of relief, laughing:

“Knight Beatrice, your willingness to take on the task couldn’t be more perfect!”