Zombie King of Blood Race

Following behind this middle-aged man with a limp, he walked out of the forest. The increasingly familiar scene made Tausig's eyes flash with memories.

Even though he has never regarded this place as his hometown, he has lived here for ten years after all.

What's more, his understanding of the world started from here, so this small village, which is not too big, can even be called a small village, still left some traces in his heart.

If he remembered correctly, walking out from here was to the northwest of the village, and the man who 'rescued' him from the woods—Taft's house was located in this direction.

Yes, yes, go straight along this road and you will reach the man's house.

But because they left one after another, that house must have been vacant long ago!

Of course, it is also very likely that it was taken over by Master Tom.

The memory of Mr. Tom, who is greedy and flattering, is still fresh, so Tausig thinks of him first.

Ok?

here……

"You live here?" Tausig asked with a strange look, looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar house in front of him.

"En." Turning around and looking at Tausig, the middle-aged man with a limp nodded, then pushed open the courtyard door and walked into the courtyard.

Heh, how could he not be familiar with this place, after all he has lived here for nearly ten years?

As for strangers...

The man in front of him must have lived here for a long time!

He is obviously unfamiliar, but he feels familiar with each other.

The other party lives here again?

He thought of a possibility.

"What's your name?" Instead of entering the courtyard right away, he stood outside the courtyard, put his hand on the fence, and gently stroked the fence pole. While staring at the other party, Tausig carefully sized him up.

"Huh?" I didn't expect Tausig to ask his name. After the middle-aged man with a limp was surprised, he said calmly, "Trent."

Trent, Trent, Trent...

It turned out to be Trent! ! !

Yes, he should have thought of it earlier.

As soon as the weird smile appeared on his face, it disappeared without a trace. Tausig silently chewed Trent's name in his heart.

How long did he 'sleep'?

It turned Trent from a young man into an old middle-aged man.

"How old are you?" Tausig asked again after staring into the distance with hazy eyes for a while.

Hearing this, the strange expression on his face became stronger, and Trent replied truthfully after a pause: "One year away, forty."

So he has been 'sleeping' for nearly 20 years?

Not knowing whether to lament the passing of time or the stinginess of time to him, Tausig pushed open the courtyard door and strode towards Trent.

"Would you mind telling me about yourself?"

"?"

"I'd love to hear about your experiences over the years."

"...No, there's nothing to say, I'm just an ordinary farmer."

"Really?" Looking at Trent's lame leg while speaking, Tausig said with a half-smile.

"Yes." After saying this, he fell into silence. After a long time, Trent suddenly changed his mind and said, "Do you want to hear about my experiences over the years?"

Without speaking, Tausig just made a gesture of please to Trent.

People always have to pay for their youth and frivolity.

Possessing everything that others cannot have-horses, swords, and even strength, all make him, as a frog at the bottom of a well, constantly arrogant and complacent.

After only killing a few prey, he thought that he was invincible, and he no longer listened to His Excellency Taussig's consolation.

he left.

I left with my dreams in mind.

But dreams are beautiful, but reality is cruel.

He did have horses, but the noble knights had better horses than he did.

He does have a sword, but he has no armor.

He does have power, but those powers can only intercept and kill prey, but cannot slaughter his own kind.

Seeing the blood all over the station, the broken limbs and the wailing of his companions, he got scared, retreated, and fled.

He became a deserter.

Afraid of being tracked down, not only did he not dare to stay here anymore, he even dared not go home, so he had no choice but to run far away.

The money on his body was decreasing day by day, but he couldn't sustain it.

As a wandering man, he was forced by reality, and he chose to fall into the grass and become a bandit by accident.

The change from justice to evil has impacted his faith, but no matter how dazed he is, he has to accept this cruel reality.

The kindness and innocence at the beginning gradually became numb due to life, and even killing, which he was most afraid of at first, became a habit.

He just lived every day like a walking dead.

Until their mob met a team of mercenaries.

How could the barely put together team be as good as the mercenaries of the regular army, and the mob of them lost their morale and fled in all directions with just one encounter.

He also wanted to escape, but he didn't.

No matter how poor he was, he didn't sell his sword and horses. He saw hope in these mercenaries, and he didn't want to be in such a mess anymore.

Because of his good skills, these mercenaries easily accepted him. As time went by, he was even more highly regarded by the boss of this team of mercenaries.

In the next ten years, he followed him to fight in the north and south, conquering the east and the west, not only went to the battlefield, protected the nobles, but even slaughtered the entire town.

And with his rich life experience, he also gradually realized how ridiculous and naive his original thoughts were.

Become a knight?

He is not a nobleman, how can he become a knight so easily.

His childhood dream was really nothing more than a joke.

But he recklessly left home because of this joke, and left that person's shelter.

The older he got, the more he yearned for the carefree time when he was young, so after an almost fatal injury, he chose to retire.

After nearly ten years of getting along with each other, of course he would be reluctant to part with the mercenary group, but he wanted to go back to the home he was thinking of.

So he came back, back to his home, back to the place where he was born, back to the village where he was raised.

"This is my experience." Trent, who was like an old man in the dusk, with wise and quiet eyes, staring at the fire, said softly.

Then, he paused for a moment and said again: "I hope you can see that I have satisfied your request, and don't hurt people in this village."

"Oh?" Someone who hurt this village?

Why would Trent think so?

Why does he want to hurt everyone?

"I know, Your Excellency is from that family." While speaking, Trent looked directly at Tausig's brown blood-stained clothes.

that family?

Which family is that family?

Following Trent's eyes, looking at his clothes, Tausig stared blankly, slightly raised the corners of his mouth, he thought he knew which family that family was.

"If you don't want to reveal your identity, I'm willing to exchange myself." Even if he told the secret that he was willing to exchange his life, Trent continued with a calm expression on his face.

"But what if I don't want your life?" Tausig said carelessly, propping his chin with his hand.

"... Then, what do you want, Your Excellency? As long as it is what I have, I am willing to exchange it." Looking directly into Tausig's eyes, Trent said without hesitation.

"Well, this one~~~~, do you think you have what I need?"

No.

"But because you make me very happy, I will agree to your request!"

"Thank you."

Not caring about Trent's thanks, Tausig nodded dispensably. He didn't know what he was thinking of, and while squinting at Trent, he actually showed a smile with a hint of mischief.

"You are such an interesting person, how about this, how about I promise you one more request?" Tausig, who was half hidden in the shadows, slightly raised the corner of his mouth , lowered his voice and said: "What do you want? Wealth, beauty, power, even immortality, no matter what you want, I can promise you."

When he heard Tausig say the words "immortality", Trent's expression changed, and Trent fell into deep thought.

Unlike the bosses of other mercenary regiments, who may be ordinary farmers, craftsmen such as blacksmiths, or even vicious robbers, the boss of their mercenary regiment is a descendant of a nobleman, to be precise, someone with a long history The third son of a noble family.

Due to lack of inheritance rights and various reasons, the third son of this great aristocratic family eventually became the boss of a mercenary group.

Don't look at the other party who has become a bandit and has only become the boss of a mercenary group. He has not forgotten the secrets that only the big nobles know, and even some small nobles don't know - the blood race is one of them.

Mysterious and noble, seductive and depraved, powerful and extravagant, this is the most general description of this group.

If you want to say what attracts the nobles most, the immortal physique of this ethnic group is the most eternal pursuit of the nobles.

What would you do when the opportunity to live forever was presented to you?

Presumably most people will be tempted by it, even if the price of immortality is to be a bloodthirsty monster for a lifetime.

However, it is not so easy to meet the blood race, and even if you meet it, it is not so easy to be invited to become one of the same race, so when this rare opportunity that others will never get is placed in front of him, especially How could Lunt not be tempted.

Even if the final result is that he becomes a bloodthirsty monster and is forever rejected by the gods, he can't help being moved by it.

Without speaking, Tausig quietly looked at Trent who was in deep thought, and Tausig waited for his choice.

After a long time, finally made a decision, Trent raised his head and looked straight into Tausig's eyes and said, "Your Excellency, are you really willing to grant me a wish?" What wish?"

"Yes, even if you wish to live forever." Tausig narrowed his eyes slightly with a faint smile on his lips.

"...No, I don't want to live forever, I just hope that you can agree to my request."

"Oh?" Tausig raised his eyebrows when he heard that Trent said that he didn't want to live forever, a look of surprise flashed in Tausig's eyes, but the surprise disappeared only for a moment.

"I want..., I want to get my sister back, my twin sister."

He thought that when he returned to his hometown, he could reunite with his relatives and see that simple but very warm home again.

But what he didn't expect was that he only saw a dilapidated house that had already been evacuated.

Later, he learned of the whereabouts of his sisters from Mr. Tom, who evacuated his house and was a little guilty, and the possible whereabouts of Lord Taussig. trace.

So his only wish now is to hope that the supernatural lord in front of him can help him find his sister, as well as the Lord Taussig who raised them up.

"Are you sure?" Against the backdrop of the fire, Tausig's eyes flickered.

"Yes, I'm sure, my lord." Trent said seriously.

"Okay then, I will help you find them. Even if they are dead, I will bring you news about them." Tausig told Trent the most likely fate of Lia and Lina. Guaranteed.

"Thank you."

"Then can you bring me some clothes?"

"Ah, please wait a moment, my lord, I will get the clothes for you."