Cards! A very high quality deck of cards. Taking a deep breath, I calmed my racing thoughts.
It was built like one of those pokemob cards.
The same samurai, like the one on the summoning button. A handsome man barely in his twenties wearing a dark red samurai armour and helmet, both twice his size, and three katanas on his waist, and a spear and shield on his back, his face fierce.
I instinctively knew if I just willed as much for this card to be used, it will be used.
But what surprised me the most were… his stats, written in 25% part of the average sized card.
[HP: 1000,000]
[Attack: 4000,000]
[Defense: 2000,000]
[Special Ability: Can create slashes with twice the power of his sword from any part of his body.]
What the actual fuck? These stats weren't similar to mine, but just the big numbers alone sent a chill down my spine. If they resembled mine stats in even an inferior form, this guy would still be strong enough to destroy continents.
I—I am glad he won't have any of his abilities… But an unconscious wide, teeth to teeth grin was already tugging on my lips. Five times his powers…
I Indeed made the right choice!
I tried to pull out other cards beneath the surface one but they were as if they didn't exist, but they were visible like glued together and only the samurai one was separateable. Removing the Samurai card from the deck, the second card that revealed itself was blank, with a woman's figure in lines drawn over it in a grayish colour. Like a locked character in a video game.
My gacha heart boomed, one day I will unlock em all!
Without wasting anymore time, I ruffled through the white rob of the man.
A wallet? Pretty heavy one at that too.
That's a slave trader for you!
Instantly, I spread it open from both sides with a thirsty look. The smell of old paper and tobacco mixed with that guy's blood felt… amazing.
Pulling out one stack of the notes, five marked [Bronze pounds], one [Silver pounds] I rubbed my face on them, taking in the musky smell of the grey paper.
It looked almost like an old dollar bill, but better.
And of course, the main picture at the center was different—A well-proportioned lady's full body portrait. She wore a long Victorian dress, her hair tied in a bun.
Her face was very cute, like a supermodel's, but still inferior to Alya.
But more importantly~
MONEYY!
After some admiration, I fidgeted through the rest of wallet's content. With some more cash, there was just two other things.
[@#$#@((#@)]
An identity card of sorts, with a small pick of the man. The text was written in weird, incomprehensible symbols, but somehow, I understood what they meant.
[S. Killis. Sue]
And below it was a giant, QR code like symbol that I felt some sorta weird energy from.
Second was a small piece of folded, yellow tinted paper. Piercing dust entered my eyes as I gently unfolded it. But it felt like a tickle compared to burning pain of using [Eye of Sanguine]
[Sue, send your men over Veilcroft. I want all corners covered. Frieda probably will visit that place once. She's not scared of your lot, so hire someone from your little shop too. Jah could handle her, eh? Just offer him some cash and freedom. Also, blackmail that Vampire Alya with her prince's life, she will surely agree hehe. Send both Jah, and Alya, with at least five hundred men there. I will come too.
Saint William]
"..." This was a lot of information at once. Who's Jah? Would Alya actually take on her literal queen for my life? Shouldn't it be opposite? And how does this Saint William knows of her character so well? I felt my blood boiling.
Suddenly, my eyes flashed, this sue guy also mentioned his name before dying…
I took a deep breath, trying to hold my heart from leaping out of my chest. It's fine now… And more importantly, Veilcroft. I will need to get there as soon as possible to get information on what the hell is going on, and if I had someone like Vampire Queen have my back, surviving would be much easier.
I first gotta survive to live my life to the fullest in this messed up world.
I quickly put all the notes, letter, and Sue's identity card, neatly back in the walletshoving it down my trouser's pocket.
The white robe looked too cool and expensive to just leave, so I decided to borrow it too.
When I drank his blood, the blood from his blood drenched robe also was sucked by me, so it was slightly wet.
Way better than being eighty percent naked (Trouser was torn from knees down) and shivering in cold. Guess even Vampires feel cold. I thought with trembling teeth.
Wrapping it around my muscular body, I walked towards the wooden barrel. The way it fitted on my muscles, and the hood that covered my black hair perfectly, I gave the secret organization last boss vibe.
Which… Might've been partial reason behind my borrowing.
'She was still out cold…' I thought, touching her pale cheek, unconsciously smiling at her tightly snuggling, with her thighs between her arms, and face gently laying on the bare thick thighs, letting out high-pitched snores comfortably.
The sight was peaceful, and beautiful, and I hammered it in my memory.
'At least her injuries are healing.' I sighed, this girl was crazy. I am not sure how to feel about it since these feelings of her are towards Lucien…
No, I am him now, she's actually ready to die for me. I clenched my fists.
I gotta take some responsibility.
Without Alya's blood, I would've most likely lost to issue… Even without any special powers, his aim, and the precision he was clenching the palm, if my agility or strength were any lower, this would've been a struggle.
I felt a surge of warmth in my bones, remembering her taste, hardly controlling the urge to eat her again..
Getting her out was a hassle due to how tightly she was stuck, and I didn't want to injure her even more than she already was.
I carefully held the barrel by it's edge, and without hessitation, tore the thick wood with metal boundings, down in small lines.
Creak!
In less then seconds, I peeled off the barrel's wood like it was an orange, picking her gently in my arms.
'HOT!'
Her body was unnaturally warm, her soft skin like hot water, as if she had a very bad fever, but it didn't seem like it. I felt bubbles in my stomach as her soft skin brushed against my arms, her long legs touching my chest.
It felt especially soothing in the cold environment.
I quickly shifted, and adjusted her on my back. My hands drifted behind my back, finding her smooth thighs and grabbing the soft flesh tightly, drawing her warm, gently rising and sinking chest closer to my back.
She snuggled closer herself, placing her face on my muscular traps—wrapping her arms around my broad chest.
'Time to finally leave this place.'