In the dead of night, the vast central square of the castle was lit up by magical lights and torches like it was the middle of the day.

On the bluestone ground, the shadows of the bases of magic lamps and torches swayed gently in the breeze.

After receiving the information from Ivy, Morgen immediately arranged for the remaining two second-generation blood descendants in the castle to prepare.Augustin Cachar and Harrison Cachar

Augustine's profession is an extremely rare archer among vampires. His level is the same as other second-generation vampires, alpha level.

He has a narrow face, a tall aquiline nose, and a pair of dark eyes with a sharp eagle-like light. He is wearing a black leather windbreaker, a longbow on his back, and two full quivers on his waist filled with special arrows.

Harrison, another second-generation blood descendant, has a mage as his main profession, a level of alpha.

These two second-generation blood descendants are somewhat unusual. Augustine needless to say, using bows and arrows among vampires is as rare as dwarves abandoning their hammers and using long swords used by humans.

Harrison, on the other hand, is a research mage who mainly studies auxiliary magic. The only attack spell he knows is a first-level spell - small fireball.

The other magics are auxiliary spells, such as Strength, Stoneskin, Swiftness, etc. His role is more like a priest of a temple, responsible for adding buff magic to frontline personnel during battle.

Otis, Ivy, Lucy, and Dylan are responsible for going out to plunder the population, while Halson and Augustine are responsible for settling these humans.

"Coming," the sharp-eyed Augustine pointed at the dark sky above the castle and said calmly.

Morgen raised his head and found that the sky was pitch black, without any signs of the magic bat. He was about to speak when the sound of bats flapping their wings came from a distance, and the first magic bat to arrive at the castle slowly descended.

Morgen glanced at Augustine strangely. He was indeed an archer. With his eyesight, safety pants were not safe.

The magic bat is driven by a vampire. There is a family of three sitting on the back of the bat. The two adults are wearing shabby linen clothes and looking at the brightly lit square with fearful faces.

Especially under the dim light of the magic lamp in the square, the figures of the vampires looked a little blurry, which intensified their inner fear.

Pususu~

The bat's wings flapped, stirring up fine dust with the huge airflow.

It landed safely.

The man was a little weak when he got off the bat with the child in his arms, but he still tried hard to suppress his inner uneasiness.

Morgen was not surprised when he saw this. The Vampire Clan's current reputation was too bad, and it would take a lot of time to change people's opinions.

He took the initiative to greet him.

"Welcome to your arrival, Dawn City has prepared everything for you."

City of Dawn, this is Morgen’s new name for the castle.

The original castle was not officially named. The Vampire clan liked to call it Kachar Castle by the surname Kachar. Morgen expressed his indifference to this, so he officially named the castle.

Dawn represents hope and light, but before dawn is the darkest moment of the day, and it is also the most powerful moment for the vampires... Only the strong can have light.

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The meaning is profound.

After meeting the family of three, Morgen had a sincere smile on his face, and his farming plan finally began.

When the man saw Morgen's smiling face, he gradually relaxed his nervousness. These vampires are really different from the legends. Maybe they are really what they said, they will not hurt us.

Reluctantly suppressing the panic in his heart, he asked with some caution.

"Sir, Master, what do you need us to do?"

Morgen reached out and gestured to the ten tables placed in the square. Each vampire was responsible for one table. This was for registration.

"No, you don't need to do anything. You will register here first and then be assigned to a place to live.

Those who are literate and have special skills will receive an extra separate house as a benefit."

The man was slightly relieved after hearing this, and followed the instructions of the adult in front of him with his wife and children to a registration table.

"Good morning, Patriarch"

"Let me be the first person. Come here and watch how I ask questions..."

Morgen asked the vampire behind the table to leave his seat and ask the question himself.

This is the first human being to join Dawn City, which is very memorable.

"May I have your name?"

"Marmo"

After hearing this, Morgen's fingers froze when he registered. He looked up at the blushing man and shook his head without saying anything.

Among humans, many civilians living at the bottom of the class will never even have a name throughout their lives. These illiterate civilians will often be called by a familiar name throughout their lives.

Being able to choose a good name is already a luxury for common people.

Stupid and ignorant.

"What are your specialties? What kind of work are you good at?"

The Marmo felt ashamed of his name for the first time, and answered quickly after hearing the adult's question.

"Sir, I can grow wheat, and I have been responsible for managing the mayor's farmland."

Marmo finished this sentence with a somewhat trembling tone, but after that, he felt a little desperate inside.

In the past, he would still be proud of his skills because he was one of the best farmers in Eric Town.

But now, facing such an adult wearing a mage's robe, saying that he knows how to farm, I'm afraid he will be laughed at.

In front of his wife and children, the Marmo had no choice but to lower his head as if waiting for his fate to be pronounced.

But the sarcasm he imagined did not come. Instead, there was a sentence that surprised him.

"Well, that's right. Being able to farm is considered a specialty. If nothing unexpected happens, you will be allocated ten acres of land."

Um? Is farming considered a specialty? And also get ten acres of land? The sudden surprise made Marmo unbelievable, with deep suspicion and uncontrollable hope in his eyes.

"Really, really? Thank you, Master, thank you, Master..."

"Don't worry, there are still questions."

In order to control the situation of these people in detail, Morgen specially designed a series of questions.

Such as where you are from, what you did originally, what are your specialties, how many people are in your family, etc.

And everyone's identity information will be filed, and after detailed questioning, everyone will receive a small piece of paper as proof of identity.

It has detailed information and numbers on it, and Morgen is also specially equipped with a vampire who can use the second-level spell--photography to leave the person's appearance on the cardboard.

Although not as clear as a camera, it is enough for identity verification.

The Imprint spell is a permanent spell and will remain in place as long as the identity document is not damaged.

That is to say, the Vampires, a high-level race where all members have spellcasting talents, were able to find five spellcasters at one time who could cast auxiliary spells such as the shadow spell.

If it were the human kingdom, even in a large city like Green City with a population of one million, Morgen would be sure that there would be no more than five people who could take photos.

The long life gives the Vampires enough time to study some unorthodox spells.

"What's in your backpack?"

Just when he finished asking the last question, Morgen saw the Marmo trying to hide behind a backpack, but these small movements were extremely obvious due to its size.

"No, it's nothing, I, I..."

Marmo's face was full of nervousness, he couldn't speak clearly, and his eyes were full of evasion.

"Bring it to me and see."

Morgen instantly became vigilant.

We have just accepted humans now, and the vampires and humans have not yet established trust. It would be great fun if this guy had some alchemical bomb hidden.

The Marmo's face turned pale, and he looked at the vampires beside him who had vaguely drawn weapons, and no longer dared to resist.

I could only reluctantly put the bag behind me on the table.

Augustine beside him stepped forward and slowly opened the bag.

Morgen has activated the magic model of the mage shield, and this powerful defensive magic will be released immediately if there is a mistake.

As the bag was opened, a bag of wheat appeared in front of him.

Morgen breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, it was not an alchemy bomb.

But the Marmo did not relax at this time, and stared at the wheat with extremely nervous reaction.

Augustine turned his head and glanced at Marmo. The nervous look on the other person's face said a lot, and there was a mocking arc on the corner of his mouth.

"There's something else in here."

Morgen's originally relieved heart immediately rose again.

Marmo is facing despair.