Chapter 255
“Mmm, it’s just a platinum sword, and it’s not made of mithril. I’m fine…”
Flan’s pale cheeks shook, and she bit her lips, frowning slightly as if in pain. However, Flan moved her small hand away, and the blood flowing from the wound quickly stopped and began to heal.
The recovery ability of the Blood Race far surpassed that of humans. As long as it wasn’t from silver-based poison or Sacred Light, they could recover quickly. Not to mention Flan, a Blood Race princess, a descendant of the first Progenitor.
Ig felt a little relieved, but looking at the girl’s pale little face leaning on his arm and trying to stand up with effort, the young man’s heart filled with anger. He raised his head and shouted at the approaching person.
“Why did you attack Flan!?”
The approaching black-robed ranger paused, his right hand hitting his short sword at his waist. He raised his head, and his expression towards Ig turned scornful.
“You, a Silver?”
As the other person’s contemptuous voice came, a heavy platinum pressure, like a massive mountain range, bore down on the young man blocking the way. Ig’s knees trembled heavily, and his tightly clenched teeth showed extreme pain.
“You, human, get out of the way… Don’t bully Ig.”
A sharp, strained voice called out.
Flan, who was held by Ig, propped herself up with her small hand on his shoulder and stood up strenuously. She bared her fangs, and her dim red pupils revealed a dangerous gleam as she stepped forward to block.
The fresh blood that suddenly emanated from the Blood Race girl pierced the ranger’s pressure like a thousand holes. The black-robed ranger’s eyes narrowed, his fingers tightening on the sword hilt, ready to draw it at any moment.
Ig grasped her hand and walked forward, completely disregarding the other party’s platinum status, and glared, “If it weren’t for Flan, you would all be dead!”
Ain, who had just shot an arrow, landed with her small boots and hurried over.
The wood elf seemed surprised that she had just shot down one of their swordsmen with a single arrow. Her small face showed some fear, but she mustered her courage:
“Yes, clearly, she saved you. You humans… are so shameless!”
“You, an elf? How rare. I didn’t expect to meet you here,”
The ranger glanced at Ain. He seemed wary of the girl who had just killed his fellow teammate with an arrow. His right hand rested on the short sword at his waist, and he snorted:
“But you say she saved us? Humph, just a vampire…”
Before the ranger could finish speaking, the mage next to him, wearing a tattered blue robe, grabbed his wrist.
Ig looked up, sizing up the mage who seemed to be their leader.
The blue-robed mage was young, and the dust and dirt on his face couldn’t hide his handsome features and inherent arrogance. At his age, he already possessed extremely deep platinum-level magical fluctuations, making him a promising talent anywhere.
However, the edges of the mage’s tattered robe were stained with a considerable amount of blood, and his left hand was injured and incomplete, seemingly from the fierce battle just now. Even the wounds treated with divine arts had not scabbed over.
The mage looked at Ig, the hostility evident on his pale face.
“My lord, the one who attacked this vampire was Dean. And Dean was also killed by you. Thus, we are quits, and we shall part ways.”
After speaking, the mage did not wait for a reply, signaled to his companions, and turned to leave.
“You stop!”
The mage paused. Behind him, Ig’s voice called out: “If she hadn’t saved you, why would Flan have unleashed a skill of this level? And all you have to say is this?”
“You’re speaking up for this vampire?”
The mage turned around, his expression becoming scornful. His gaze swept over Ig, who was holding his sword with eyes full of rage, and the slender, frail Blood Race girl beside him, and he suddenly sneered:
“You must be Young Master Ig. I had the honor of seeing your face in Lord Edgeworth’s presence yesterday. You are the son of a Marquis, and by rights, I should obey your command as a noble…”
Ig’s blue eyes were cold as he listened to the other party’s words. However, the mage’s gaze swept over to his side, looking at the girl biting her lips, her face so pale that there was no trace of blood, and he became disgusted.
“But this one beside you is just a bloodsucking insect.”
“What do you want to say?”
“As a young noble, I am different from you. From childhood until now, my living expenses, even the copper coins needed for the magic academy, have all been financed by the Church.”
The mage’s gaze returned to Ig’s face. “However, I know better than you that within the Peka territory, the bloodsucking insect beside you, who doesn’t know how she escaped from the northern graveyard, is a symbol of calamity. ‘One vampire can destroy a city.’ Do you know how many flourishing cities have been reduced to ruins because of these degenerates, lower than orcs?”
The Blood Race girl bit her lips with her sharp teeth. Her already thin pupils, made even thinner by weakness, seemed dim. Ig held her trembling hand.
“So you’re a stubborn churchman… No wonder some people say that nine out of ten priests in Peka are just useless fools who only chant scriptures.”
Even though the other party did not release any magic, Ig still felt an invisible aura pressing down, making his bones creak. However, in front of Flan, Ig did not back down. “What do these words have to do with Flan? Don’t forget, it was she who eliminated the undead here!”
The mage let out a cold laugh:
“Young noble, you are defending this bloodsucking insect simply because of her face? Ridiculous, don’t you know that her essence is just a pile of filthy blood?”
Ig no longer wanted to speak. He suddenly began to miss Verafia again. If Miss Phoenix were by his side, she would undoubtedly unleash the flames in her hands onto the face of this unreasonable mage without hesitation.
The blue-robed mage waved his right hand.
“I have nothing more to say to you. Dean was greedy and reckless, and it was indeed his fault to attack you at the beginning. But you should also be grateful. If it weren’t for this place, the one who would have faced the bloodsucking insect beside you would have been my staff.”
Flan’s ruby-like eyes dimmed even further.
“Big Brother Sean is right. Even if we die here, rather than live on in fear, we would prefer to eliminate an evil vampire.”
The young priestess beside the mage leaned on her staff, took a step forward, her golden hair and beautiful face stained with battle dirt. She looked at Ig and said.
“Young Master Ig, we are not nobles like you. Creatures like this, which only bring suffering, should be burned to death by Sacred Light. That is their rightful end.”
Ig felt the girl beside him gently pull his arm.
“You don’t need to argue for me. I… have long been accustomed to their opinions. It’s just that I had forgotten about it during these days with you all.”
Flan’s small body shifted slightly behind Ig, and her voice was low, as fragile as shattered porcelain.
“Actually, it’s already very good to have you and Sister, and Little Fei, liking me. Ig, let’s go…”
