Day broke. Everyone was gathering towards the square, and Ron was no exception. At this time, he was standing in front of a tavern in the town.

The news spread like locusts everywhere. The news of the death of Lawrence and his family had spread throughout the town. The deaths of Lawrence and his wife were extremely terrifying. Even the first knight who entered was directly scared out. The most terrifying thing was that they found that the dagger in the hand of the couple's son, a 14-year-old boy, was covered with the blood of his parents, and his head had been brutally smashed into a pulp.

No one could imagine what had driven this usually enthusiastic and cheerful child crazy. What kind of monster did this innocent civilian face before his death?

Until Jonas publicly announced that it was the evil werewolf lurking in the darkness that killed them. This kind of creature looked no different from ordinary people before transforming into a monster.

The knights and nobles were all vigorously searching for it. During this period, no one was allowed to leave Innocent Town. However, due to the characteristics of werewolves, it would not be as simple as before. On the Blood Plain, werewolves had always been the biggest enemy of the nobles.

Even hostile forces could unite in the face of werewolves.

And Jonas also conveniently issued a notice. If any townspeople could provide valuable information, such as the whereabouts of the werewolf, they could receive an exciting reward - the position of a knight.

And for the knights under his command, Jonas also promised that if they could catch the werewolf, they could be eligible to become the adopted son of a noble, also commonly known as a "semi-noble".

According to Ron's understanding, this was probably a group of semi-vampires. They were a transitional stage for mortals to become vampires, a special species between knights and real vampires.

On the Blood Plain, about one-fifth of these semi-nobles would have the opportunity to become nobles.

When many nobles selected their descendants, they would transform suitable candidates into such semi-vampires. Their strength was not much different from that of knights, but they had no appearance defects. At the same time, their self-healing ability was slightly stronger than that of knights, and their lifespan was as long as 800 years.

The story of Helen and her lover's separation also spread among a small number of people with the wind. However, in the face of this matter, her "single" status seemed less noticeable.

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Ron only hoped that the person who arranged for the noble lady to have an encounter with him would notice this matter and not try to get rid of Helen.

Helen was spreading the news on several other streets at this time. When she was away from Ron, she had to ensure that she was in a public place. In this way, at least there would be no safety problems.

Ron pushed open the tavern door. The noise and the smell of alcohol immediately engulfed him. Most of the tables in the room were already full. There were a dozen young men, eight middle-aged men, six young women, and two knights drinking in the corner of the tavern.

And a familiar figure was nimbly shuttling through the gaps between the tables with a wine bottle in hand. At the moment of turning around and seeing Ron, he showed a surprised expression and then greeted 热情地: "Brother Ron, you're here?"

He found a table far away from the knights and sat down. He said to Jack, "Get me a bottle of wine."

After Jack completed his work methodically, he returned to behind the bar, took out two bottles of beer, and placed them in front of Ron's table: "The boss told me that if I meet the right guests, I can give them an extra bottle of wine."

The boy's kindness to Ron was actually very simple. He was a cemetery keeper. If this could make Ron pay more attention when taking care of his mother, it would be good. Even if not, he should also show respect to him.

Ron showed his gratitude and took the wine. According to the detection of the bracelet, the one in front of him was really beer. But there were no wheat fields on the Blood Plain. Where did it come from?

"I heard that you and Sister Helen..." Jack asked while pouring the wine.

Ron showed a regretful expression: "Yes, but there is no contradiction between us. This is a natural result. She and I were not meant to be together for a lifetime."

Jack slightly raised his eyebrows and said tentatively: "I think Sister Helen may still like you."

Ron looked curious: "Oh?"

Jack slowly placed the wine glass in a position where he could easily reach it: "Because I heard about this. In my opinion, if she didn't care, she would have kept silent. I think this may be the way she expresses her protest... and sadness."

Ron pretended to be sad and raised his glass: "But many things can't be changed by our own will. We have separated and there is no possibility of getting back together, but she will still be my friend. Thank you for your advice."

[Vampire individual detected - biological level Ⅱ-3]

The tavern door opened inward. Ron didn't shift his gaze and still kept his eyes on Jack, smiling and saying: "Then I'll return the favor and buy you a drink too."

The shoes stepped on the ground, the wooden boards creaked, the door frame was gently thrown behind, and the pace was slow and leisurely.

The newcomer casually sat down at the bar counter. His arm landed heavily on the counter, and his voice was low and hoarse: "Get me a beer."

The waiter behind the bar quickly poured him a glass of wine, and Ron also took this opportunity to look at him - like most people in the tavern.

The vampire was wearing a hat and a black veil on his face, only revealing his blood-red pupils - and they were of the blood servant type.

Ron noticed that Jack was surprised, but his expression didn't seem to be surprised by the other's attire, but rather puzzled about why he was here. Even the two knights in the corner of the tavern were whispering, and their eyes were constantly moving on him.

Jack exclaimed in a low voice: "A wandering knight. I thought they were just legends."

The vampire heard Jack's voice. Although in his current guise, he shouldn't have been able to hear it, but the vampire didn't care about this.

He stood up and looked at Jack: "You know about wandering knights?"

With that, he walked towards Jack.

The boy wasn't too nervous, just a little curious. Obviously, he still thought that Elizabeth's rules could protect him, but Ron was already fully alert.

This was a level Ⅱ vampire. If he wanted to, he could easily kill everyone in the tavern. Of course, he was still immersed in his role-playing now and wouldn't do so.

After all, in any place on the Blood Plain, he could kill half a street of people, but only in Innocent Town could he enjoy this kind of "equal" communication and coexistence with the common people.

And now he was looking forward to a commoner coming out to oppose him and then being slowly tortured to death by himself, finally showing a look of fear and confusion.

The vampire saw the handsome Ron.

Would he be the villain he was looking forward to?