The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 558 The Making of a Housewife

"vampire?"

The Knight of High Rock finally drew his sword.

All members of the Knights of the Order wield silver-plated swords, specifically to counter inhuman opponents.

Franklin was young, but this wasn't his first time facing a vampire. The pressure he felt from that vampire back then was less than half that from the one before him.

It was highly likely that the Dark Moon had directly cursed the first generation of vampires, which were formed from humans. He immediately made this judgment and felt a headache coming on. The return of the Dark Moon had brought more twisted beings into the world. As is customary, it would take at least three fully armed knights to deal with such an opponent. Moreover, once the first generation of vampires had outgrown their infancy, it would be difficult for the knights to kill them in an encounter.

The original vampires were not even afraid of sunlight; only high concentrations of holy water and silver could subdue them.

Franklin was confident in his skills; he was no ordinary knight. However, he wasn't entirely certain that the vampire was not an enemy he could afford to hold back against.

“Leave this place, you inhuman,” he warned as a final warning.

But the blond, red-eyed vampire ignored the jazz and instead peered behind him.

The knight gripped the longsword with both hands, resting the blade on his right shoulder, his legs straddling one in front of the other—a stance conducive to thrusting. Maintaining distance was paramount in combat against non-human beings.

The vampire suddenly moved, transforming into a dim shadow and silently flying toward Jazz's side.

Perhaps she only wanted to capture other knights as prisoners of war for food, but since the High Rock Knight had drawn his sword at this moment, approaching him was an act of provocation, and a knight must defend his honor by force.

When the blonde female vampire was at the maximum attack range of the longsword, it immediately sprang up from her shoulder, the tip of the sword pointing downwards towards her head.

A biting chill crept in, but the High Rock Knight remained unmoved.

High Rock Knights are known for their pain tolerance and gripping ability. When they wield their weapons and shields, they stand as steady as a giant rock, and no disturbance can stop their fighting decisions.

Despite the frost-covered air, the sword tip continued its rapid advance towards its target. The female vampire seemed not to have anticipated his tenacity, and only began to spin to dodge when the sword tip was almost upon her. Her long white dress, which reached above her ankles, twisted and clung to her body as she spun, like a trumpet flower blooming in reverse. The power of the sword was completely avoided, but a strand of her golden hair was severed by the silver-plated sword and turned to ashes before hitting the ground.

"I have never seen you before," she finally said.

"I've never seen you before either," the knight said coldly, quickly retracting his sword after it had fallen into empty space, followed by a sweeping motion.

The female vampire's right arm lashed out like a whip to meet the longsword. The blood she had just inhaled spilled from her fingertips and enveloped her palm, then quickly froze in the cold air, forming a crimson fingerless arm armor. The sword blade clashed with it, producing a piercing sound as it cut through ice.

At the same time, her luscious red lips parted, letting out a terrifying shriek.

The High Rock Knight ignored her and steadily retreated, dodging the few drops of blood that secretly spilled from her left hand.

Seeing that this move was ineffective, the female vampire completely abandoned her tricks and simply pounced with her claws. The wooden floor was shattered by the force of her leap. Having just drunk her fill of human blood, her power was at its peak.

The fighting posture of a vampire is neither like a woman nor a man, but purely monstrous. Her way of exerting force does not rely on bones, because every drop of blood in her body can be regarded as bones, muscles and weapons, so she can often launch attacks from unexpected directions. Only mollusks in nature move in a similar way.

The wildly swinging claws clashed with the longsword, and the extraordinary power that could overwhelm a bull did not gain a firm advantage against the knight.

Compared to this inhuman monster, Franklin's superhuman strength wasn't particularly impressive, and the limitations of human joints prevented him from making freely varied moves. However, his longsword always maintained its center line, sometimes parrying, sometimes thrusting, seizing every opportunity to keep his opponent at a safe distance.

The more he fought, the more he realized his opponent's lack of skill.

The only terrifying thing was that the vampire's strength and speed were truly terrifying, and there was no limitation on stamina. At first, he was able to stop her attack by slashing her palms and wrists, but after only a hundred seconds, his longsword could only restrain her by slicing her arm.

Even with his exquisite swordsmanship, the female vampire still managed to breach the safety margin of his swordsmanship theory, solidified through countless training sessions and battles, by a foot—that is, half an arm's length.

To gain such power, one direct curse from the Darkmoon is all that is needed.

This is hardly a rare opportunity anymore.

No external disturbance could shake the High Rock Knight, but the terror that arose from his inner thoughts slowed him down by a tenth of a second.

This error is fatal.

After a clang, the sound of blades clashing with claws abruptly ceased.

The female vampire gripped Sir Franklin's longsword firmly in her palm.

The knight was startled and tried to pull his longsword back with both hands, but his attempt failed, and the blade only made a shrill sound as it rubbed against the vampire's palm.

The vampire's other hand reached for his neck, and in her red eyes, the green light that represented the curse grew brighter and brighter.

boom!
A flash of fire flickered for a moment from the hilt of the longsword, followed by a burst of white smoke.

The female vampire staggered backward. When she regained her footing and examined her right hand closely, only her thumb and forefinger remained. Her blood-based icy armor had been pierced by a single blow.

Although she didn't say anything, it was clear that she was very surprised.

The weapon that injured her was a silver bullet fired from the hilt of Sir Franklin's sword, which had been modified to incorporate a firearm mechanism.

The knights have their own strategies to cope with the new era.

Franklin looked at her hand with regret. The firearm mechanism on the sword could only fire once at a time. The complex and intricate structure made reloading extremely difficult. It was most effective when fired after the longsword pierced the vampire's body. It was being used now only to make up for his mistake.

“I know how to deal with this,” the female vampire suddenly said, but not to the knight, but to herself.

More and more white, chilling air emanated from her body, causing the indoor temperature to plummet and repelling the hard-won spring from her presence.

“Mr. Bello said that if it’s cold enough, the musket can’t complete the ‘ignition’ step.” Her tone was tinged with joy as she recalled, like a student discovering that the knowledge she gained in school could finally be put to practical use.

But Sir Franklin's longsword could only be fired once, so it was a bit too late to do so now.

"Mr. Bello?"

Franklin pointed his longsword at the ground, controlling his breathing. He hadn't completely avoided the vampire's attack, leaving a wound where his cheek met his neck. Fortunately, he could tell from the flow of blood that it wasn't fatal.

More surprising to him than the wound was the name the female vampire spoke of.

"You mean Clayton Bello?"

Upon hearing this name, the vampire seemed less absorbed in his own world, and the speed at which he released his chilling aura slowed down: "Mr. Bellow is a friend and teacher I respect. However, he has nothing to do with my purpose." The High Rock Knight's Crossroads [Rock Body] began to take effect; the blood vessels at the wound contracted forcefully, and the blood stopped flowing.

Rocks don't bleed.

“I recognize him too. Perhaps we can talk. What should I call you?”

"Barbara." The female vampire actually stopped and even used her mutilated hand to lift her skirt in a gesture of respect.

Seeing this, Franklin breathed a sigh of relief, even though he was still able to fight.

Since the person he was talking to was a vampire, he didn't bother with nonsense like "You just scratched my neck and I blew off three of your fingers," but went straight to the point.

“Very well, Ms. Barbara, are you aware that you have just killed a crucial witness needed by the Knights, thus obstructing my law enforcement?”

Barbara shook her head: "I don't know. As I just said, I've never met you, so I didn't know you needed him."

"So you admit you killed someone?"

"He's a tomb raider." Anyone can kill a tomb raider—legally speaking.

"How did you know?" the knight asked again. As the vampire withdrew his chilling aura, the tip of the knight's longsword also dipped towards the ground. The two were at peace, as if the battle just now had never happened.

“I can taste it.” The female vampire’s eyes were like a cold tongue “licking” Jazz’s wounds; clearly, she also wanted to taste him.

Ordinary questioning and guidance were too difficult to deal with non-human beings, so Franklin simply gave up on doing so.

"Please tell me, who are you representing here on business?"

“Sir, please consider this a personal matter.” Barbara’s tone was elegant, and she didn’t sound like a local.

"No, you're not. I can tell."

The female vampire fell silent, seemingly pondering how to respond to him.

Franklin now knows she knows Clayton Bello, but he doesn’t consider that Bello is the man behind her, which is completely unnecessary; otherwise, why would he have suggested that she come to investigate the Earth Mother Cult?
However, they may have the same source.

“I’m looking for a book, don’t tell me you are too,” he asked again.

“I have to keep it a secret,” Barbara said, clearly still not used to this way of communicating.

"To keep it a secret means 'yes'."

The knight raised his sword again. Since the female vampire in front of him was not only refusing to reveal her backers but also interfering with his official duties and robbing government property, he had no reason to continue avoiding the fight.

"Vampire, you are indeed very strong. Perhaps I will die here today. But please remember, this evil power is not omnipotent. No matter where you are, the Knights of High Rock will come after you."

This was just a routine threat, and Franklin didn't expect it to have any effect, but after he finished speaking, he saw hesitation on the vampire's face.

This vulgar reaction weakened his resolve to sacrifice himself.

"If I don't kill you and only take those three people away, will the punishment be lighter?" Barbara asked earnestly.

Franklin's breathing became heavy.

"Do you think you're doing business with a small vendor and can negotiate prices?!"

"Why not?" the female vampire looked confused.

The knight could not contain his anger; he had just fought with this very person and had almost been killed by her!
He was furious, but he no longer had the will to attack and fight the female vampire to the death. It would be a huge joke if he were to die at the hands of such a vulgar guy.

"Hmm—" The female vampire stopped talking, but she didn't leave either.

She stood opposite the jazz, scrutinizing him with a persistent green glint in her eyes, creating a stalemate, and occasionally stamping her foot. This strange behavior made Franklin afraid to look away.

Barbara was the strangest enemy he had ever encountered, and he wasn't sure if she might suddenly change her mind.

It's dangerous to let a highly threatening presence out of his sight; as long as she's still there, he'll have to keep an eye on her.

Five minutes later, she not only didn't give up, but also started singing.

This is a folk song from the countryside.

"I stand atop a high mountain, walking stick in hand, while below, flocks of sheep drift like white clouds."

Franklin felt increasingly uneasy. He completely ignored the lyrics, focusing only on the vampire's limbs, paying attention to her recovery, and preparing for a sudden attack later.

But the anticipated blow did not come.

After Barbara, the female vampire, finished singing, she actually turned around and left.

The knight's curiosity prompted him to abandon his strategy of silence and call out to her, "What were you doing just now?"

“I’m singing,” Barbara said honestly.

"I mean, why are you singing at me here?"

"To wait for them to wake up."

Franklin's expression changed drastically at the vampire's words. He turned around abruptly and saw that the three people who had been lying unconscious on the ground had disappeared. They must have woken up and found him engrossed in confronting the vampire, so they took the opportunity to sneak away.

When he turned around again, Barbara was already standing outside the door.

“Alright, I still remember the smell of their blood. Now I’m going to find them. As for you, I don’t think you have the ability.” The female vampire sincerely offered her advice: “You must be of noble birth. I believe that if you work hard, you can definitely find a more valuable job.”

After saying that, she closed the door.

Sir Franklin stared blankly at the closed door for a moment, then turned around and kicked over the table next to him.