Chapter 171: Newborn
Date: 2015-01-04
Author: Floating Tower (诸生浮屠)
In Shipwreck Bay, there are numerous sirens, nearly filling a row after nightfall.
In such places, the adult entertainment industry is always the most developed. Sailors just returning from the sea, pirates who have completed a robbery, escorts for various merchant caravans, and adventurers passing through here. After drinking heartily in the bustling tavern, their next entertainment is to find beautiful women to relax for a night. There are women from all over, and if you can pay the price, even elven slaves brought in secretly are available, although they should not be brought to light.
Otherwise, it will anger many powerful forces.
The most common are half-elves, priced several times higher than ordinary women; they are rejected by elves and are hard to be accepted by humans.
The status of any half-breed creature is actually quite awkward!
Of course, there are not only numerous brothels but also countless underground casinos and various places to satisfy strange preferences. However, Soren did not let his guard down here, as someone who has long operated in the gray area, he knows far too well how much trouble such places can give rise to. For example, he just saw a woman who was extremely enchanting, with full breasts, a slender waist, long legs, and very fair skin. Her gaze was somewhat alluring, and after noticing Soren, she winked at him, her demeanor quite captivating.
She is a very beautiful woman!
But Soren’s expression was filled with vigilance. He slightly intertwined his fingers, then bowed and moved past her.
The bewitching prostitute looked slightly taken aback. Then, a hint of amusement appeared at the corner of her mouth as she subtly showcased her fingers, where there was an ancient ring. Following that, she cast her gaze elsewhere. It takes keen observation to have fun in Shipwreck Bay. There has never been a shortage of fools whose lack of discernment led them to lose their lives. The consequences of lustful ignorance could very likely be waking up one night transformed into some monster or finding themselves a blood-drenched corpse.
That was a vampire.
Should be a bloodline-level dark creature; high-level vampires rarely hunt themselves.
That’s right.
There are many vampires here!
In any city where the adult entertainment industry is thriving, numerous vampires lurk in the dark corners. They too need wealth to maintain their lives, especially since these creatures are naturally inclined toward a somewhat lavish lifestyle, and they require ample food sources. Luring lust-driven prey is undoubtedly the best way. If you walk up to this enchanting vampire, you will find her utterly captivating because the enchantment spell has already been cast upon you.
Then you follow her away, entering a dark alley, possibly winding through turns filled with sexual temptation until you unknowingly arrive at a somewhat sinister place. It’s even possible to find yourself in a sewer chamber. Soon, you will discover not only one beautiful woman in the room, but also other enchanting women staring hungrily at you, which will make you feel incredibly sexually aroused.
What follows is a feast!
If you are handsome and strong enough, you might experience unimaginable pleasure among a group of vampires, and in the end, it’s their turn to feast after you are done enjoying yourself. Even a near-legendary professionist may not be able to escape under a vampire onslaught, because even stronger existences may be found in their lair. These women are their servants. They entice pleasure-seekers, kill them to seize their wealth, and then offer it to the masters who turned them into vampires.
That scene is beautiful yet cruel.
In the company of a group of enchanting vampires, there is much to enjoy, but regrettably, the next day you’ll be thrown into a stinking sewer.
Hmm. It should be your corpse.
The intersection of the gray realm and the dark realm is too abundant. Soren has encountered no fewer than a hundred vampires, and he has even witnessed the process of vampires hunting prey in its entirety.
These creatures are filthy, evil, degenerate, and perverse, killing prey without mercy!
The kind of vampires depicted in stories actually do not exist; once they begin to use humans as food for survival, they themselves have already become increasingly degenerate into darkness.
Soren found an inn just on the street ahead.
There were not many guests inside. In the corner, you could see a drunken drunk. The barmaid was wiping the counter, and at the bar was a middle-aged woman who looked somewhat robust; a robust woman is never ordinary. Soren quickly settled on a room. He then followed the barmaid up to the second floor, her hips swaying. She even turned back to send him a wink. Since donning this cloak, Soren’s charm with women has improved significantly, and he received numerous seductive glances along the way.
Once he entered the room, he immediately closed the door, keeping the barmaid’s hints outside.
In this world, inns are all the same, and becoming too familiar makes one feel weary. Soren took off his clothes, lit a candle, and began reading. The sound insulation of the room was poor, allowing him to hear the noise from downstairs. He took out a spell scroll to browse, occasionally picking up a quill pen to jot down notes, quickly filling five or six sheets of blank paper. Heavy footsteps sounded outside the door, seeming to belong to a remarkably heavy creature passing by, and he could even hear the sound of armor clanking.
Time ticked by.
Soren had no intention of staying up late. Just as he prepared to tidy up his things and rest, a slight commotion outside the window caught his attention.
A woman’s moan.
He frowned and walked to the second-floor window to take a look, spotting a drunken man, reeking of alcohol, groping a woman. The silvery moonlight shone down, illuminating the woman’s sickly pale skin. She pretended to cry out a few times, her expression then turning cold, her pupils slightly changing color, and fangs emerging at the corners of her mouth. She then bit into the man’s neck. A torrent of blood gushed from the artery, and the woman drank it ecstatically, while the man remained blissfully lost in her bosom, completely unaware of the impending death.
The enchantment spell.
The vampire’s enchantment spell is special; it does not wake the target during the feeding.
The man did not perceive Soren’s gaze. This seemed to be a newborn vampire because family vampires do not hunt outside; it attracts too much trouble. They hide away in corners, secretly moving about in dark basements. Newborn vampires cannot control their desires; they are often very thirsty, and thus the man before her died quickly, collapsing to the ground like a limp rag after she was satiated.
The woman glanced around and then prepared to leave.
Soren slightly furrowed his brows, revealing a contemplative expression. He raised his hand and tapped the window, then opened it to look outside, slowly saying, “Did your elders not teach you how to hunt? After eating, you just leave the body here?”
Hiss!
The woman who had just intended to leave suddenly turned around, her pupils glowing with a ghostly green light, sharp fangs protruding, her nails becoming sharp and black. She crouched slightly, making a standard pounce-and-kill posture. Yet her target was on the second floor; Soren’s expression remained calm as he coldly looked at her, saying, “If I were you, I wouldn’t do that; it’s a very foolish act.”
“Throw the body into the sewer ahead, then clean up the bloodstains.”
“After all that, come to my place. I have something to discuss with you. I believe you wouldn’t refuse the invitation of a well-meaning stranger, would you? Right? Defector?”
As he spoke the last part, Soren’s expression was rather playful as he slowly added, “You really have guts! A newborn actually dares to defect! And you’ve made it successfully.”
The woman’s expression turned hesitant; after a moment’s pause, she directly picked up the corpse from the ground with one hand.
The man probably weighed around two hundred pounds, yet she lifted him effortlessly, slightly tidying up the bloodstains before heading toward the sewer.
Soren glanced at her retreating figure, adding, “Remember to take care of the neck wound and create the illusion of bloodletting.”
She gently nodded.
Soren did not close the window; he walked over to sit on the bed, his expression fluctuating as if contemplating something. After a while, he donned the nearby cloak, then put on the Battle Master gloves. Weapons appeared in his hands one by one before disappearing again. Newborn vampires are very impulsive and possess a strong aggressiveness, so he should still be cautious, as she could attack at any moment.
Cultured vampires do not hunt like this.
Even the one he encountered before knew to lure the prey to the graveyard, then handle the corpse afterward.
This one clearly has not been well taught!
After becoming vampires, there would be elders who guide them for a long time, teaching them survival methods and confining them away from crowds. Although vampires are powerful, they are only strong when compared to mortals; dark creatures dare to show themselves brazenly. Without divine beings intervening, legendary professionists could easily wipe out a group. The one just now was a newborn; she didn’t look like a drifter. Roaming vampires are experienced and very cautious; they would never do something so exposing.
This is a defector.
A newborn vampire actually managed to defect, which undoubtedly piqued Soren’s curiosity; he seemed to think of some interesting matters.
Clatter!
A sound of climbing came from outside the wall. The noise was faint, but it did not escape Soren’s notice.
The newborn vampire contorted her body with astonishing flexibility, then squeezed in through a narrow window. She landed lightly on the ground and gazed at Soren with her ghostly green pupils, slowly saying, “Who are you?”
Soren smiled slightly, raised an eyebrow, and whispered, “Who I am is unimportant. What matters is that I know you are in trouble, and I happen to be able to help you. Of course, I need you to help me with something in return.”
His eyes narrowed slightly, a glint of cold light flashing within them.
………………(To be continued ~^~)
