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“Old John, Level 7 Blood Servant, 68 years old. Born into the 146th generation of the Solomon bloodline, Cabot Family. In his youth, he served as the captain of the Gate of Hatred guard, but after repeatedly harassing young blood clan maidens and accepting gold coins to help others escape the ancient castle, he was dismissed and demoted to a lowly blood servant.”
“Jack, Level 6 Blood Servant, 26 years old. An orphan from the Solomon Clan, suspected to be a descendant of the 157th generation of the Lulucci Family. Growing up in the lower ranks of blood servants without anyone to adopt him, he has developed a wild and rude personality, often clashing with higher-ranking blood servants. He commands a group of 39 Bloodline Youth.”
A translucent figure floated before the bed.
Garen quickly recognized him as a guard from the Ekria Family who had perished during the Feast of War.
From his appearance, the Soul Guard looked dazed and seemed not fully conscious. Garen was not surprised; after all, the power of the undead derives from the strength of their souls. This guard clearly did not measure up to Volikov or Baisaro in life, so it was understandable that he could not maintain clarity.
After pondering for a moment, Garen gradually came to terms with it. With Huxiu Neier's disappearance, the Undead Staff should now be considered an unclaimed object. Since he had once instilled fear in the internal Souls, these lower-level Souls likely regarded Garen as their "master" and instinctively offered assistance.
This guard had presumably been skilled in gathering intelligence while alive, so what he brought was all the information he had gathered throughout the night.
“Go ahead, but don’t expose yourself,” Garen waved his hand, and the Soul Guard slowly floated out of the room.
Although Garen was reluctant to utilize Souls, this method could provide him with significant assistance; after all, information was essential for leaving this ancient castle.
As for the information just provided by the Soul Guard, it aligned perfectly with Garen's suspicions—his two neighbors were a rogue and a greedy old lecher.
After habitually completing two sets of Muscle Training, Garen was drenched in sweat and felt a sharp pain from his internal injuries. As Bai had said, even though Garen's recovery ability exceeded that of ordinary people, it would still take at least one or two months to heal from this injury.
Pouring himself a glass of Clear Water, Garen stood by the window observing the blood clan members in the garden while contemplating various issues and fiddling with his Holy Eye.
From this angle, it seemed that the daily lives of blood clan members were not much different from those of humans. The men and women of the blood clan retracted their fangs and donned matching Black Suits, either basking in the sun or sitting together chatting amicably. However, this brief tranquility was soon shattered.
At lunchtime, they each took out their lunchboxes. Suddenly, there were bloody raw meats and half a box of thick fresh blood. In front of such bloody food, the blood clan members displayed expressions of ecstasy as they savored their meals with delight.
"Swish!"
Garen pulled the curtains shut and rummaged through the storage cabinet, finding only two servings of non-blood food. However, upon opening them, he lost his appetite and tossed them aside.
Escaping from this place was definitely not an easy task. Unlike humans, vampires were born with Bloodline power, varying only in purity. In a sense, every vampire was a warrior from birth; blood was their Fighting Spirit.
If his identity were exposed here, it would only attract endless Blood Warriors. In a race where even women and children could fight, Garen had no confidence in making it out, even at his peak. Moreover, his current Fighting Spirit was somewhat problematic.
Garen was certain that his Fighting Spirit remained within him; it had not diminished but had actually grown slightly stronger. Yet strangely, no matter what he did, he could not sense his Fighting Spirit, let alone use it.
Without his Fighting Spirit, Garen was no different from an ordinary person aside from his peak First Level physique.
"What on earth happened... hmm?" Garen looked at his palm, and his expression suddenly turned strange.
At that moment, Garen suddenly felt his Fighting Spirit!
The Golden Fighting Qi within the Qi Xuan surged like a tide, inexplicably rising and causing Garen's aura to soar rapidly. In the blink of an eye, he returned to his peak condition!
"Congratulations to the host for completing the watch! This System will heal the host's injuries with Time-Space Rune Power!"
"Recovered?" Garen was somewhat bewildered. Ignoring the System's voice, he immediately focused on the surging Qi Xuan.
Sure enough! The golden Qi Xuan resembled an impenetrable fortress, with waves of Fighting Spirit surging inside, looking particularly magnificent!
But why was this happening?
Garen clearly remembered that just moments ago he couldn't sense his Fighting Spirit at all.
Under the treatment of the Holy War System, Garen's internal injuries healed rapidly; in just five minutes, he was almost fully recovered. Throughout this process, Garen remained deep in thought but still couldn't grasp the key to the restoration of his Fighting Spirit.
Although the recovery of Fighting Spirit was ultimately a good thing, it was precisely this inexplicable restoration that worried Garen. After all, if Fighting Spirit could return in such an unknown manner, could it also vanish again in an unpredictable way?
At that moment, the door was kicked open with a loud bang, and a group of black-clad vampires stormed in, each wearing a solemn expression.
The leader of the vampires furrowed his brow, exuding an aura of Second Rank. His gaze seemed to be searching for something in the room, finally landing on Garen.
Garen's expression darkened; it was clear that the earlier surge of Fighting Spirit had not gone unnoticed by these keen vampires.
However, the leader then questioned, "Have you noticed any unusual individuals?"
Garen was taken aback; he hadn't expected such a question. After all, it wasn't difficult for two different races to discern the source of power.
"Do not be afraid. I detected fluctuations of human Fighting Spirit just now," the leader vampire seemed to interpret Garen's surprise as confusion and continued after a brief silence, "But now it seems this might just be my illusion."
The leader commanded his subordinates to withdraw, adding before leaving, "If you discover any suspicious targets, be sure to report them to higher-ups."
Once the door closed, Garen snapped back to reality and immediately realized something that made his face turn grim.
The Fighting Spirit within him had once again fallen silent! No matter what Garen did, he couldn't sense even a trace of it, just like at the beginning.
Why was this happening?
What truly baffled Garen was not the sudden disappearance of Fighting Spirit but rather its abrupt return earlier. He vaguely felt that if he could understand this point, he would grasp the key to the issue with Fighting Spirit.
At that moment, Holy Eye rolled out of Garen's pocket, revealing a crack on its bronze surface.
Garen stared at the crack, deep in thought.
For several consecutive days, Garen finally found some clues. Although there were still many aspects worth pondering, it was certain that the restoration of Fighting Spirit that day was definitely related to Holy Eye.
During these days, Garen had restored Fighting Spirit several times using Holy Eye, but each time it only lasted for five minutes. The cost of deducing this was that he had repeatedly alarmed the leading vampire, who began to harbor suspicions about Garen. Fortunately, he did not discover Fighting Spirit on Garen, but even so, the area around Room 208 had been monitored by several vampire guards for the past two days.
This indefinite surveillance was certainly not good news for Garen. However, he was not in a hurry; for now, he still had plenty of time. Taking the opportunity to greet his two neighbors, he also observed the monitoring situation around him and firmly noted the location of each surveillance point.
Such daily greetings could effectively dispel any doubts from others, especially after Garen figured out the characters of his two neighbors. Their interactions felt like those of long-lost old friends.
Seven days passed in the blink of an eye.
The vampires emerging from the Healing Chamber had to undergo a re-examination every seven days until their injuries were confirmed healed. This was understandable since blood was fundamental to vampires, and most diseases were transmitted through blood.
It is worth mentioning who came to re-examine Garen.
"Are you still able to keep your composure?" Bai casually sat in a chair, a cold smile curling at the corners of her mouth.
Garen glanced towards the door.
"I've set up a barrier; those guys don't have the ability to eavesdrop."
Garen nodded and responded to Bai's earlier question, "It's a beginner's mistake to lose composure before taking action."
"Failing to actively gather intelligence before taking action is also a beginner's mistake," Bai teased mockingly as she tossed a stack of white papers onto the table. "Remember to destroy them after reading."
Bai had previously stated that she would assist Garen in leaving Solomon, and this stack of papers clearly contained information about Solomon's deployments.
Garen did not rush to read them; instead, he stored them away and focused on her. "I've always been curious about why you want to help me."
"You have your goals, and I have mine," Bai replied coldly before adding, "Under this premise, if you need any other assistance, I will do my best to accommodate you."
"Yes."
Bai guessed what Garen was about to say, and his expression grew even colder.
Garen spoke bluntly, "I can't sense the Fighting Spirit; you should know the truth."
"If that's the case, then I should advise you to stop dreaming. I can't help you."
"Why?" Garen was taken aback.
"Don't tell me you still haven't figured it out..." Bai glanced at the half-eaten food on the table and the untouched Clear Water, "Or are you just unwilling to accept the truth?"
Garen narrowed his eyes. "What do you mean?"
Bai stared coldly into Garen's eyes, and after a moment, a mocking smile appeared on his lips.
"Your Fighting Spirit has dissolved into your blood. Of course, you can't sense it in the way of humans."
"You fool... you've already become a vampire!"
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