Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Flap, flap, flap…
While Reed was deep in his study of the fascinating magic, the sound of fluttering wings rang outside the window.
A bat the size of his palm flew into the room through the half-opened stained glass window.
Reed squinted his eyes slightly. It was one of the bats that were raised in the vampire castle, and it served the same purpose as a carrier pigeon.
It delivered messages.
He reached out, and the hovering bat cleverly glided over, falling gently onto his palm.
As he deftly placed the bat near his ear, a voice rang out.
“Lord Progenitor, please return to the castle as soon as possible.”
It was a Second Circle Spell, Sending.
It was a very rare spell, which Reed had not learned. The Progenitor Vampire was not particularly interested in such support spells.
There were two second-generation vampire kins who had learned the spell, and the voice belonged to a female vampire named Lucie.
Reed was curious about the vampiric stronghold too.
As a Progenitor Vampire, he should also go back since his roots were, after all, that of a vampire.
When he turned to look at the wall clock, he saw that it was already three o’clock in the afternoon.
Clocks had appeared in that world for a long time now, but over there, time was not calculated with hours but solhours.
A solhour equaled an hour.
It was a little weird but not exactly hard to remember.
Reed shook the magic bell in the room, and a crisp, as well as pleasant sound, rang in every corner of the mage tower.
A few minutes later, the sound of Viena’s soles stepping on the floor approached.
Knock, knock, knock.
The door was pushed open, and the girl took a few deep breaths. Her puffed up chest rose and fell several times before her breathing slowed down.
Viena’s face was slightly flushed.
“Master Reed, what are your orders?”
Reed simply gave his usual excuse.
“I have a new spell in mind, and I want to find a few magical beasts outside the city to try it out.”
A vampire needed to feed on blood once a month. While ordinary food could provide vampires a certain amount of energy, they were unable to provide the unique substance found in human blood.
That was the case for every vampire, even the Progenitor Vampire.
If a vampire did not consume blood, the vampire’s life would be in danger.
The Progenitor Vampire would never strike against ordinary folks in the city, so he would return to his castle once a month to drink blood there.
His bloodline was so mysterious that even a Transcendent Mage would not be able to normally determine his true identity, so it was not that dangerous for him to lurk in Grimm.
Besides, he would never do something that could betray his identity.
Viena had also gotten used to Reed going out a lot.
“Take care, then, Master Reed. I will clean up your room for you.”
Reed nodded slightly, and after he settled some trifling stuff, he immediately got ready to return to the castle.
His innate talent gave him immunity to sunlight, so the sun, which was a vampire’s natural enemy, was of no hindrance to him. He could go out at any time.
The reputation of vampires was so terrible in the eyes of mankind that they were treated as the enemy. If they were found, the military and mages would pursue them without delay.
In order to avoid being attacked, Reed’s castle was built deep in the Farmountains, which was about 500 km away from Grimm.
After he made the necessary arrangements, he left the seventh floor and descended to the first floor.
Along the way, he ran into over a dozen mage apprentices who bowed respectfully before him.
They were all apprentices whom Reed had accepted into his mage tower over the past three years. All of those young ones had the potential to become mages although their innate talents were poor.
Spellcasting was the most difficult profession there. It demanded talent, and none of the apprentices had yet to develop into full-time mages.
Reed nodded slightly in response. All of the apprentices had been recruited to hide his identity, so the original Progenitor Vampire had not been serious in teaching them magic.
Obviously, Reed’s focus was also not on teaching at the moment. He would just deal with them when he had the time.
In front of Vermillion Tower, two servants had already arranged a carriage.
The moment Reed appeared on the street in his blue high mage robes, the crowd around him looked frightened.
Many even bowed their heads and dared not look him in the eye.
As most of the mages were often cooped up in their mage towers studying magic, most of them had antisocial personalities… Hence, it was common knowledge that a mage would possess a strange temperament.
Mages who had mastered the mysterious ways of magic and had far more power than any normal person would always be the object of envy and fear among the commoners.
Offending a nobleman might have ended with a couple of whips. However, a single spell was enough to send them through death’s door if they offended a mage.
Reed did not react to the envious and terrified masses. It was just too much of a regular occurrence in his memory.
Even the nobles in Grimm dared not be presumptuous before a powerful high mage. Magic was truth, and the axiom of the goddess of magic had always been the supreme truth for mages.
The carriage was extravagant, with blooming Aristea flowers sewn over the fur of an unknown magical beast.
The soft cushion in the carriage was even more comfortable than a sofa, and it sank deep the second he sat on it.
The interior of the carriage was separated from the cold wind by glass windows. After he pulled the curtains aside, he could see the scenery on either side of the road.
Reed admitted that the city had a strong foreign vibe, but the city’s appalling state of cleanliness still made a modern person like him, who was used to a clean city, frown.
The sewers were blocked, rats ran about on the streets, and beggars even took off their pants to pee by the road out of convenience.
All of that illustrated the era’s ignorance and backwardness.
At the same time, it was so real that Reed could not look away.
Be it the crafty merchants or the occasional nobility passing through, their faces, movements, and behavior all showed that it was not just a world in a virtual game.
Everyone there had their own soul, and each was a living being.
It took a good half a day before the carriage traveled past the towering city walls. The city with its million-strong population was incredibly large… There were no modern high-rise buildings around, and the rate of land utilization was terrible, to say the least.
When Reed was not too far away from the gate, he asked the two servants to park the carriage beside an uninhabited forest before he got out of the carriage alone.
The two servants had long gotten accustomed to his routine, and they drove back to the city after they bade him farewell.
Reed entered the woods and used a Second Circle spell, Detection. He did not find anyone around him.
Using his mind to access his attribute panel, he looked at the skill list and used one of his vampiric abilities: Bat Transformation.
Bat Transformation: You can transform into 100 small bats, and each bat contains only 5% of your power. As long as a bat survives, you can be resurrected. Bat wings can also be formed to fly at 50% the speed of a small bat.
It could almost be regarded as the strongest life-saving ability a vampire could have.
He was able to transform into a hundred bats, and as long as the bats dispersed and flew away, he would be able to resurrect himself even if one survived.
It was enough to be placed at the forefront of escape abilities.
Simultaneously, he could use the ability to hasten his journey.
As it was a racial ability, it was even easier to execute than Reed’s spellcasting process.
Whoosh.
There was a black puff of smoke, and Reed’s figure instantly disappeared as a hundred bats fluttered and took off into the sky.