The Original Vampire

In late June, the triumphant black cavalry finally returned to the north.

The army returned to the camp outside Bingyan City along the route of the original northward journey.

Looking at the familiar scenery in front of him, Colin felt in a trance that it seemed like yesterday that he followed Vera to try to dissuade Marquis Garcia two months ago.

The scenery remains the same, but things are different.

At least, the army of 300,000 trolls has long since been wiped out.

However, this does not mean that the North has calmed down.

Although Ke Lin has not yet entered the city, he has been keenly aware of the dignified aura shrouding the Ice Rock City.

"Summer in the north is always stormy."

Earl Dawson, who was beside him, looked at the gloomy sky and said pointedly.

Ke Lin took the wine bag handed over by the other party, took a sip, and handed it back: "You said, Ice Rock City and Golden Lion Legion, which side will send someone to our camp first?"

"I guess Ice Rock City. What do you think?"

"I guess it's Ice Rock City too."

"Boring!" Earl Dawson rolled his eyes.

Colin glanced at the earl of the dwarf beside him with a funny look, and said with a playful expression: "Then, let's guess, which party will the Lord Marquis accept?"

"I don't guess this!" Earl Dawson rolled his eyes again, very wary of the sly baron's son beside him.

Failing to detect Marquis Garcia's tendency from Earl Dawson, Colin was not discouraged, rolled his eyes, and tried again:

"Then tell me, this time the Black Cavalry has made such a great contribution, how should the Duke be rewarded?"

Earl Dawson smiled, not knowing if he heard Colin's temptation, he stroked his beard and said:

"The Marquis has no more rewards. I estimate that the Duke should share the credit for the various generals of the Black Cavalry. Perhaps, there will be another Marquis among us."

When he heard the other person say the sensitive word "no reward", Colin carefully stared at the countenance of the dwarf, but he didn't see the clue, as if it was just a very common word.

"Then I want to congratulate you in advance! If you want to award a marquis from the generals of the Black Cavalry, it must be you!" Colin congratulated with a smile.

Earl Dawson shook his head and smiled lightly, but did not continue.

I just don't know if I'm pretending to be humble, or if I don't care about this possible reward.

But Colin had already understood what Earl Dawson meant.

Obviously, the other party has already guessed what the Duke of the North might do with the Black Cavalry Army—differentiation and wooing.

If Earl Dawson is indeed made a marquis, although this is a great honor, it also means that he will be independent from the black cavalry.

Moreover, as the Marquis, the Dawson family will definitely no longer be able to continue to be loyal to Marquis Garcia, and their allegiance will become the Duke of the North.

In this way, perhaps the black cavalry will be divided into two.

Since Earl Dawson can guess the possible means of the Duke, can the Marquis of Garcia not guess it?

How will he respond?

Colin suddenly felt that this great victory did not eliminate the haze that shrouded the northern border, but instead made the hidden wind and thunder more violent and more dangerous.

"Lord Marquis!"

Colin was still looking at the dark clouds in the sky and fell into contemplation, but was suddenly awakened by a greeting from Earl Dawson.

Turning around, he saw Marquis Garcia leading a group of people standing behind them.

"Lord Marquis!" Colin also hurriedly turned around and saluted.

Marquis Garcia nodded to the two of them, then pointed to a middle-aged man behind him and said to Colin:

"Colin, this is the Ciel Knight. He and the twenty-seven warriors behind him were seriously injured in this battle and are about to retire.

But I hope you can give them a job so they don't waste the rest of their lives on farmland. "

"When, of course! It's my pleasure!"

Colin only felt a strong joy rushing into his mind, making everything in front of him seem a little unreal.

The value of veterans, especially those who retired from the Black Cavalry, cannot be measured by money at all!

Colin had realized before that if he wanted to occupy a place in this world, he must have an elite army.

After the baptism of this battle, Colin has been deeply fascinated by cavalry.

However, although he followed Marquis Garcia all the way, Colin already had a lot of experience in cavalry combat, but he was at a loss for the training of cavalry.

And at this time, Marquis Garcia offered such a great gift!

Although these twenty-eight veterans could not go to the battlefield, they were enough to be cavalry instructors.

They would be the seeds of Colin's dream cavalry!

Until the Knight of Ciel swore allegiance to Colin under the signal of Marquis Garcia, Colin was still immersed in excitement and did not fully recover.

It was only then that he noticed that the right thumb of the Ciel knight was broken at the root. This injury was not particularly serious, but for a knight, it meant the end of his career.

Without his thumb, he could not grip any sword.

"choke!"

Colin drew out his long sword and lightly tapped it on the shoulder of the Ciel knight, accepting his allegiance.

He was not disappointed that the Ciel knight could no longer hold the sword. On the contrary, in his opinion, the value of this knight was completely inestimable.

Even if a group of fourth-order and fifth-order knights stood in front of him now, he would rather choose Ciel.

Earl Dawson watched all this quietly, his eyes full of meaning.

After Colin calmed down the Ciel Knight and the other twenty-seven retired soldiers, he finally calmed down.

At this time, the thought that had been bothering him before appeared again.

This time, he could no longer suppress this thought, but asked Marquis Garcia directly:

"Lord Marquis, I can't repay your help to me! But, I want to know... I am the son of a little baron, how can He De be so taken care of by you?"

Hearing this question, Earl Dawson, Knight Ciel and others all withdrew wisely.

Marquis Garcia looked at Colin with a serious face, suddenly smiled, and said something completely irrelevant: "Vera has a good impression of you."

"Huh?" Colin was stunned.

"I saw she had a diamond earring in your hand before, did she give it to you?"

Colin blinked blankly, remembering that he had taken out that pair of earrings while he was on the march with the Black Cavalry, but he did not expect to be seen by Marquis Garcia.

Obviously, Marquis Garcia misunderstood.

However, Colin would not tell the other party that the earring was a souvenir that he had taken from Vera on the occasion of his "checkmate", rather than a "token of love" that Vera took the initiative to give him.

Seeing that Colin didn't answer, Marquis Garcia thought that the other party had acquiesced and asked, "Then do you like her?"

Collin was a little messy.

He never thought that the killing god who had just buried an army of 300,000 trolls with his own hands would suddenly care about such trivial matters of love.

Thinking that Marquis Garcia, as Vera's uncle, might just be concerned about his niece, Colin nodded and said, "Miss Vera is of noble birth and kind-hearted, so I naturally admire it very much."

Marquis Garcia's smile was a bit complicated, and he left a sentence lightly:

"I am Vera's biological father."

"Clam?"