Chapter 2 The Ghost Trap

When he walked out of the gate, he saw a group of low houses, which was very similar to the place he had woken up. It should be the place where servants lived. In the distance, a tall castle stood at the end of his vision. It was obvious that the leader of this place lived here.

"It's huge enough."

Phyllis was a little shocked. This was the first time he had seen such a tall and pointed castle style. Among the many kingdoms he had traveled to, the nobles and kings often built castles like a fortress, rather than a tower, which was difficult to be built and easy to be destroyed.

Simply looking for his few art cells, Phyllis could only say:

"Not bad."

The sound of the fighting and the whipping, combined with the fatty's words, indicated that the residents of this place had already gone out to work, and the surroundings were empty and dilapidated.

Along the dirt road, Phyllis walked forward slowly, distracted to control the fighting spirit in his body, trying to find some clues.

But after a long time, Phyllis had no choice but to admit that he had become an ordinary person. Other than the memory in his mind, he had nothing to do with the heaven-level warrior.

After realizing the reality, Phyllis became serious.

Originally, after he became a heaven-level warrior, he would get whatever he wanted. He didn't expect that fate would give him another chance. He firmly believed that he would definitely become a heaven-level warrior again, or even further ignite the sacred fire and become a demigod!

In the boundless void, a sheepskin book with faint golden light was slowly turning. On the page, one could see a lifelike world, and on the first page was the pointed castle that Phyllis had seen.

Beside it, the words slowly appeared and disappeared:

The heaven-level warrior had lost all his fighting spirit and came to the count's territory...

"Hey, young man, come here!"

Phyllis suddenly heard a voice from the small house next to him when he was walking on the road. He turned around and saw an old man with a ruddy face and a beard come down to his chest.

"What's the matter?"

Phyllis frowned. Along the way, the farmers he saw in the farmland were pale and thin and were dressed in rags, the old man was over-nourished, apparently not like the poor.

"Come in! Don't stand on the road. The count cavalry will leave the city soon. You will be attacked by them on the road!"

The old man waved at Phyllis kindly and then back to the room.

Phyllis didn't feel any energy fluctuation from the old man. It seemed that the old man was kind and knew something he didn't know, so he went inside with the whip in hand.

After entering the room, the environment was completely different from the one he had stayed in before. This room was connected to the hut behind it, so it was very large and well furnished. The old man was sitting at a table now.

"You are not a member of count!"

The old man pushed the glass of water in his hand in front of Phyllis and stared at Phyllis with his bright eyes.

"Sophoron was waking me up with a whip just now"

Phyllis showed the whip in his hand to the old man, and then pushed the water in front of him away calmly.

The old man stretched out his neck and looked at it for a while. Then he nodded and said:

"Yes, this is the whip of Sophoron's, but you are still not a member of the count, since there is no blood mark on your arm."

The old man lifted the robe in his right hand. Phyllis could see a bloody bat near his forearm and elbow.

"We all have this mark, but you don't have it. So you are not a member of the count."

The old man looked at Phyllis with his bright eyes, waiting for his response.

Phyllis tore a piece of cloth from his left shoulder and wrapped up the wound on his right shoulder which was whipped, to make it no longer noticeable.

"What is the blood mark?"

Instead of admitting or denying it, Phyllis asked directly.

Hearing Phyllis's words, the old man smiled happily. He took out a piece of parchment from under his robe, bit his finger, and wrote on it while replying:

"..."

"That's the mark left to the whole human beings in the territory by the count. If they leave the territory with the mark, they will be found by the count. Although no one did so, this thing is more like a proof now, which proves that they are protected by the count."

"Why don't you run away? Is it because of the mark or the threat outside the territory? Who is the count? Mages?"

Phyllis was a little worried. Mages, which could cast spell on the whole territory, was not too weak. He was not sure if he would win in this situation.

"Mages? He can't cast any spell. He is just a miserable vampire."

The old man sighed. Then he scratched his beard with his bloody finger and continued:

"You might ask: Why don't you kill him? Why are the people outside so pale and thin?"

"My answer is: Rules! Damned rules, which determine it all. A vampire must protect human beings. This was a run-down castle, so human beings must starve. It was those damn mages that destroyed our original world!"

The old man became crazier and crazier and spoke faster and faster:

"But it doesn't matter! You are out of the rules. Maybe you will be able to solve all this after you become a new vampire! Kill the mages! Vampire! What a wonderful word it sounds! Eternal life and mighty power!"

Without saying a word, Phyllis stood up and ran out of the room. Although this old man wanted to hurt him but offered him a lot of useful information. This time, Phyllis let him go as a reward for providing information.

'Bang!'

The gate was blocked by a suddenly falling stone gate. Phyllis raised his hand and waved the whip at the old man. He thought he could let him go, but unfortunately, he was killing himself.

"That's it?"

The old man firmly grabbed the other end of the whip, and then grinned with his fine fangs.

He said, "I'm not a fragile mortal like Sophoron! I have been transformed into a ghost by the count. You'd better give up resistance and become a powerful vampire at ease."