The bustling tavern also attracted the guests Dalton hated most.
"You must leave as soon as possible, sir. The count has offered a high bounty, and I am afraid that even adventurers and people from the mysterious fulcrum will be tempted."
"They may be tempted, but I will do it." Dalton drank the wine in his glass, "Besides, where can I go?"
"Leave Knight's Cove."
"Well, I'm not welcome here, I still know that. But I guess it's the same everywhere else."
"The Earl notified Duke Tracy. I don't know the reply to her letter. But once she decides to help... you should also know that there is a mysterious person in the High Ring in the South, and Knight's Bay will fall into chaos."
DeWitt would never ask Tracy for help. "I guess he was just giving notice and trying to make it clear in the letter that I wasn't a big problem."
"I don't know if your guess is right. In any case, there are too many ships from the mysterious realm stopped at Knight's Bay, and there may be Sky Realm coming. And the family of Director Giles... Think about it, the Witch of Destiny is still here At Chaosheng Castle, Your Excellency the Lion will be back soon."
Dalton knew what he was worried about. "The vampires will come to me, it's obvious." It's not easy to see the lonely night elf. Once the group of vampires get the news, they will come from all directions. "Is this causing you trouble? Shouldn't you be expecting it?"
Sir Laurent looked very hurt: "You have misunderstood me, my lord. I have no friendship with Gilles Arnald. On the contrary, I hate him to death. I killed his people."
So you're here to help me? De Wit misjudged that Laurent Vigue was more difficult to deal with than Gilles, but he left the former to replace the latter. Your punishment will come soon, my lord. "Where do you want me to go?"
"You are still a palace knight, sir. The Earl cannot take away your identity, let alone the level of mystery in the mysterious field. In this regard, you are nobler than him."
The court knights were originally knights belonging to Queen Flavia. Dalton stared at the fleet commander. He found that DeWitt's methods were correct and Laurent Vigue was not trustworthy at all. This is a person who is impossible to impress with sincerity. "Are you loyal to His Highness the Prince?"
"I am loyal to the Queen and to Eastman," Sir Laurent replied deftly. "Why do you say all this? I am assisting you for the sake of our friendship, my lord. That is my whole motivation."
"Then I want to go back to Iron Claw City."
"I will try my best, sir, but the ladder is impossible. Chaosheng Castle is now under tight control, and all rights to use the ladder have been given to wizards."
Dalton doesn't care what method he uses, and he has no requirement for speed. "I'll pay you the bill."
Laurent Vigue narrowed his eyes, knowing that Dalton rejected his friendship. But before he could speak, the night elf stood up and drew the cursed sword. The magic agitated and exploded, and the mysterious arrival was like lightning.
Before the guest sitting next to him had time to react, a delicate elf blade had already passed through his heart. Blood spurted out, and he was forced to reveal his fangs and red vampire pupils. The amethyst crystal was brilliant, the man screamed, and the blood all over his body turned into dark flames.
A few seconds later, Dalton pulled out two bright red eyes from the ashes of Iconi and kicked them to the fleet commander: "This is my ticket."
All the guests in the tavern escaped. After all, the people who came here were all adventurers who had just entered the ring. Sir Laurent raised his eyes. "Baron Posier?"
"It's probably him." Dalton retracted his sword. "The mysterious items of the high-ring vampire baron must be enough."
"How did you do it? Alchemy?" Sir Laurent asked in surprise. He didn't seem to have any real sense of danger. "I've only heard of people who can use special mithril to preserve a vampire's heart."
The fire of the vampire family is located in the heart, and mithril does not have any preservation effect, it only prevents the blood from escaping and resurrecting. "This is the fundamental reason why the night elves and the vampires have enmity." Dalton told him. "We're leaving now. Where's your boat?"
"I have been waiting for you at the port for a long time." Laurent Vigue chose to accept the ticket.
"Great, I can never be in a room with trash and clowns again."
Having said that, Dalton was not in a hurry to return to Iron Claw City. One of the reasons is of course that there is just a lot more garbage there... but the most important thing is that he has no good impression of Wang's eldest son, and he is not willing to switch to others. Sir Laurent wanted to see them return to the capital, but Dalton wanted to give them a good look. Knight's Bay was filled with deceit, intrigue, dizzy waters, and the sickening stench of vampires, and he was glad he could leave the beach. It was a blessing from the gods that the land of Tinnodar did not end up covered by water.
A distant whistle seemed to come from the sky, announcing the arrival of another ship into the harbor. Dalton had been sitting by the bar window since he got off the boat. During this period, only the maids coming and going noticed him. There was no other way, he needed wine to moisten his throat. The dark element is a kind of power that is trace and extremely difficult to separate from the mystery. It is often ignored by refiners, so the mysterious creatures that manipulate them often use the elimination of their own existence as a means to achieve hidden purposes. The element's properties are mysteriously amplified, but this is of no use to those who have noticed him.
The newspaper was almost dry and he carefully opened a page. He didn't bring any money with him when he boarded the ship. The vampire's mysterious items were enough to pay all the bills along the way, but he was determined to break out of the arrangement. I should kill Laurent Vig instead of paying him, Dalton thought, because he was Ingrid's master and broke me off from DeWitt. But he was not targeting the night elves, the Earl of the Bay was his target. Out of some despicable revenge, Dalton spared Sir Laurent. When he hears the news of DeWitt's death one day, he may come back to bring Sir Laurent the belated punishment.
If he were a human, he would probably kill Laurent Viguet, the culprit, before leaving. But night elves are different. Although their ability to trace the origin is not inferior to humans, they rarely act recklessly. Dalton was not sure that Ingrid was Sir Laurent's tool: Laurent Vigue was the fleet commander and was already one of the most important subordinates of the lord. He would soon receive some of the powers of Steward Gilles. Dalton's only power until that night had also served duty - to guard the safety of the lord, and as long as Laurent did not want to kill the lord, they had no reason for conflict.
No matter from any aspect, murdering the lord is the stupidest choice. Neither Sir Laurent nor the Arnald family has the qualifications to rule the Bay of Knights, and His Royal Highness the Prince will not cut off his wings. The original appearance of the matter seemed to be exactly what it looked like before his eyes. I'm not DeWitt and can never find out the truth behind these complicated things. Dalton was beginning to regret his escape from Knight's Cove. I should have killed them all, he thought, to get it over with and leave Eastman. If I could do this...
If he could have done that, Owen wouldn't be dead. He wasn't the only knight in Tidecast to hide the truth from Dalton. Now I long for the truth. Is it because I am lucky? I was running away from my shame as if nothing had happened. There is more to my life than DeWitt and Ingrid. He comforted himself with words thousands of times, trying to forget. It does have some use. After the anger caused by hatred subsided, desire took over and tortured his heart day and night. Forgetfulness is the cure for all pain, now he understood.
The previously moored ship was ready to sail, its sailors hoisting its sails. The dried newspaper was uneven, but Dalton forced himself to read it. "The Broken Moon affects the tides, and the last eastward voyage before the Frost Moon is expected to be cancelled." He even read out, "The Golden Island Merchant Ship is about to arrive at Tielong Port, bringing tobacco and blessings to the people of the Gulf."
Why a blessing? DeWitt doesn't need this. As for tobacco, he would most likely want to try it... But what exactly the count wanted, Dalton couldn't tell. He had never seen his master clearly. Following DeWitt to the Bay was his own decision, and now he has to bear the consequences himself.
The news disappointed him. It seemed that the newspapers in Knight's Bay would never be able to report news about the Royal Capital or the Southern Kingdom. There might also be my wanted poster. Dalton turned to the last page and saw the reward list. The prediction matched the reality so accurately that he then guessed that this edition of the newspaper was written by Nightingale who was originally under his command, but he did not know the answer to this question.
The maid came over and asked if she wanted to prepare lunch.
Dalton refused, and it goes without saying why. There weren't that many vampires for him to take care of in Crab Crab, and he didn't know who would acquire the mysterious materials from them. I don't belong here either. He couldn't help but miss the late-night snack he abandoned on the night he left Chaosheng Castle. Dalton had no doubt that Sir Laurent would keep them for himself, and he had no intention of giving them to me in the first place.
There was no reason for him to stay in the bar any longer. The bay was not as sultry as the royal capital at noon, but it was still more humid. The port of Crab Crab is dotted with stalls selling seafood, the fishermen are tanned red, and the wooden boards of the pier are faded. Dalton suddenly remembered a banquet in the royal capital, where a certain noble young master asked DeWitt if his bloodline came from the roasted fish on the table. He was surprised to find that he had forgotten how DeWitt responded.
A terrible emotion came over me. "I can't wait any longer," Dalton blurted out. The longer I wait, the more things I will forget. It is not me who should run away, and it is not me who should be tortured. Laurent Vigue wanted to use DeWitt to achieve his goals. Even if they fought to the death in the end, it had nothing to do with Dalton. How could this be considered his revenge? Do I still have hope in DeWitt, praying in my heart for his mercy? The gods know that I am a night elf from Tinudal, but I regard myself as a human servant.
If you're worried about making a mistake, you should get to the truth instead of fleeing in a boat. Laurent understood my threat, but he was dismissive of it in his heart. The compromise of escape made my irritability and anger a comic drama. Dalton couldn't help clenching his fists and walking quickly through the market. He finally understood what he wanted, and this was not my path. He must return to Beacon Town... before Ingrid is killed by a spell.
