After instructing the soldiers to send the three princes away, Count Lint returned to the camp.
As a second-level Silver Moon extraordinary knight, his strength is definitely top-notch on the battlefield.
He wielded his sword, and purple energy burst out from his body. He single-handedly cut a bloody path through the camp...
The coalition forces have completely collapsed.
It was night and the camp was in chaos.
"Lord Eleanor! Lady Eleanor!"
Count Lint fought his way back to the camp with great difficulty, searching everywhere and shouting.
The outward source of power and powerful force were very conspicuous in the night, and coupled with his shouting along the way, he quickly attracted the attention of the night attackers.
Naturally, the vampires and blood servants disguised as mercenaries began to besiege him.
As they fought in person, Count Lint soon discovered that something was wrong with these night attackers.
Compared to the extraordinary people he knew, these guys were like the darlings of darkness. They were unpredictable in battle and too elusive.
However, most of his attention was still on the missing Duchess Eleanor.
Although he felt that these night raiders were a bit strange, he did not think too much about it. He just guessed that they might be the Yunete extraordinary mercenaries that Castel had hired long ago.
With Silver Moon's strength at the second level, these night attackers were not able to stop him.
Finally, after chopping down another "mercenary" who wanted to sneak attack him, Count Lint finally returned to the camp where the third prince had been.
"Lord Eleanor! Lady Eleanor!"
he continued to yell.
However, there was nothing in the messy camp except soldiers fleeing everywhere.
"Lady Eleanor! Have you seen Lady Eleanor?"
Count Lint angrily grabbed a coalition soldier and asked anxiously.
The soldier looked horrified and shook his head blankly.
"Why!"
Count Lint sighed and let go of the other person.
"Lady Eleanor!"
He continued to shout.
"Lord Eleanor? Hey! Brave knight, are you looking for this lady?"
Just as Count Lint was searching anxiously, a gentle and lazy male voice sounded behind him.
Count Lint became alert instantly and turned around quickly, only to see that a young man dressed as a mercenary appeared behind him at some point.
In the young man's arms, lay the unconscious Duchess Eleanor of Bolde.
"Lady Eleanor!"
Count Lint's expression changed slightly.
Noticing his nervous look, the young man dressed as a mercenary chuckled and said:
"Don't worry, the lady just fell asleep temporarily."
Count Lint then took a closer look at the mercenary in front of him.
However, although he was dressed as a mercenary, his clothes were brand new and neat, and even his armor did not have a single scratch. He did not look at all like those mercenaries who had been adventuring for years.
Not only that, the other party was clearly standing there, but Count Lint could not sense the other party's breath at all.
This instantly alerted him, and a warning sign was born in his heart:
This is an extraordinary person disguised as a mercenary.
And... very strong!
More night raiders in black cloaks surrounded him from all directions and stood respectfully behind the young man.
Count Lint immediately realized that the powerful extraordinary being in front of him might be the leader of the night raiders tonight.
"You... are not mercenaries! Who are you? I don't remember there being extraordinary people like you in the North!"
Count Lint said solemnly.
The young man smiled and said:
"Sir Knight, you must be joking. Did you see the badge on our chests? We are all extraordinary mercenaries certified by the Mercenary Association!"
Count Lint glanced at the brand new Mercenary Association badge on the other party's chest, quickly compared the strength of both sides, and then turned around and retreated without hesitation.
However, as soon as he took a step back, he felt a strong sense of crisis.
Count Lint subconsciously burst out his source power to resist, but he only felt an irresistible huge magic power hitting his back.
The violent magic power surged into his body, and he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood. All his source power was instantly locked, and he lost control of his body in an instant.
"Chiyang! You are... Chiyang!"
Count Lint's eyes widened.
Then, there was anger:
"As the Blazing Sun... you actually violated the Miria War Regulations! Aren't you afraid of being investigated by the Holy Court and the royal family?!"
The young man sneered:
"The Miria War Regulations? Hey! What does the regulations made by the Holy Court and various kingdoms have to do with us?"
Then he shook his head again and said contemptuously:
"Besides, you humans don't even follow your own decisions, so why would you blame others?"
You... you humans
Count Lint was stunned.
The moonlight shone down, illuminating his appearance and allowing Count Lint to see the other person clearly.
He was a young man who looked to be in his thirties, handsome, pale, and with a pair of scarlet eyes that sparkled faintly in the moonlight.
Seeing those iconic scarlet eyes, Count Lint Tong Kong was shocked and suddenly lost his voice:
"Blood Demon! You are... Blood Demon!"
The young man smiled slightly, but there was no smile in his eyes.
He took a step forward, gently patted Count Lint on the shoulder, then leaned forward slightly and said softly:
"Mr. Knight, let me correct you. We are vampires."
"Of course, you can also call us the noble bloodline, or the descendants of the True Ancestor, but no matter what, please don't confuse us with those dirty rats..."
Count Lint's face changed and he wanted to struggle, but when he met the other party's scarlet eyes, he soon felt dizzy and fainted.
Seeing Count Lint in a coma, the vampire on one side took a step forward and subconsciously wanted to kill him, but was stopped by the young man:
"Wait, don't kill him yet."
"Lord Earl of Yulster, he knows our identities. Didn't you say... that anyone who recognizes our identities should be killed?"
The vampire who stood up asked respectfully.
Count Eustace shook his head slightly:
"He is different. He is a noble among humans, and his status should not be low."
"Let's keep him alive and wipe his memory. It's a bit troublesome, but it's more effective than killing him directly."
As he spoke, he glanced at the unconscious Count Lint and narrowed his eyes slightly:
"The pale purple source of power and the purple lion emblem... If I'm not mistaken, he should be from the Buwat-Lint family, and he must be a senior commander of the Violet Army."
"Let's tie him up and hand him over as a prisoner to our Hajime... um, ally."
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