The Original Vampire

Under the guidance of the butler Yimen, a young troll walked through the long corridor to the inner courtyard of the Red Fort.

This troll seemed to have entered a human castle for the first time, and looked around curiously along the way.

Yimen stopped outside a room, nodded slightly to the young troll, and made a gesture of invitation: "Mr. Messenger, the Lord Viscount is waiting for you in the study."

"Okay." The troll slightly smiled, adjusted his collar, and pushed the door in.

Colin inside the room just raised his head, but he didn't get up. He just smiled and said, "Welcome, Mr. Messenger, please sit down."

"Dear Viscount Angele, thank you for your hospitality!" The young troll was also not concerned about Colin's little rudeness, still smiling.

The maid walked in, delivered a cup of coffee to the table in front of the troll, and backed out.

"Taste it. The coffee treasured by the Sudor family." Colin made a please gesture. "This is one of the few things they left that I like."

The troll first picked up the mug, close to his mouth and nose, sniffed it a few times, and then he drank it, closed his eyes, and slowly aftertaste.

The whole process was elegant and calm, and it seemed that he was a troll noble in a high position.

"Heavy fruit fragrance, rugged acidity, this should be a special Yega coffee from Hidamo area."

Colin was stunned, obviously not thinking that this troll turned out to be a coffee expert.

"You're really amazing, you can taste it!" Although he didn't know if the troll was right, he couldn't show his timidity at this time, and Colin immediately pretended that he knew it well.

At the same time, confessed inside his mind - isn't it that all trolls are savages who only know how to fight and kill?

How can they be like this one in front of him?

The young troll took another sip of coffee, with a trace of nostalgia in his reserved expression:

"More than a thousand years ago, the Hidamo area still belonged to our family's territory, ho ho, it has a taste of hometown."

Colin was slightly startled and curiously asked: "What is your name?"

The young troll stood up and performed a standard human noble ritual: "My name is Okamoto Volkin, the son of Gambik Volkin, the southern prince of the troll empire..."

 "Puff!"

Colin, who was drinking coffee, spit out.

"Ahem, sorry! I choked..."

Colin picked up the handkerchief and wiped off the water stains on his body by lowering his head, preventing the other person from seeing the unconcealable smile on his face.

Okamoto?

Why are you not called Durex?

After wiping, Colin finally controlled his facial expressions and sat back again.

Although Okamoto wondered why Colin would suddenly lose his attitude after hearing his name, he was also embarrassed to ask.

"Thinking that it was His Royal Highness who was actually going to the North Territory in person, I was really negligent, negligent..."

Colin was talking about being negligent, but his body was still leaning loosely on the back of the chair, completely without the feeling of putting the opposite troll prince in his eyes.

Of course, Okamoto would not be angry, at least he would not show it.

After all, the anger of the loser is totally meaningless in front of the winner.

"No, this is what I should do. Over the years, there have been more and more battles between the Troll Empire and the Northern Territory, resulting in heavy losses for both sides. Every time I think of those compatriots who died on the front lines, I feel heartbroken!

Why!

Presumably you, and the Duke of St. Hilde, are like me, and don’t want to see the war go on!

Peace.

Therefore, I came to the North this time with a longing for peace and longing for the friendship between the two sides..."

Okamoto was still speaking impassionedly there, and Colin had understood what the other party was coming from.

Don't look at the high-sounding words of the new Southern Prince of the Troll Empire, why doesn't he want to see the war continue...

In fact, he just couldn't fight, so he came to seek reconciliation.

Colin rubbed his chin, wondering if the Duke of St. Hilde would agree to the other party's request for peace?

Now that the main force of the trolls was wiped out, they can no longer resist the invasion of the North. With such a good opportunity to win and pursue, will the Duke give up?

Even if there is no value in the northern ice field, you can still take this opportunity to plunder in the Troll Empire and prevent the opponent from taking a good rest.

Just as Colin was thinking about it, a name that came out of Okamoto's mouth suddenly pulled him back.

"What? Vera? Did you just talk about Miss Vera?" Hearing Vera's name, Colin suddenly came back to his senses.

"Yes." Okamoto lowered his head and said solemnly.

In front of him, the Viscount was rude to himself several times, and he was about to lose control of the anger in his heart.

But he took a deep breath, smiled again, and patiently explained:

"I just said that I heard that Miss Vera, the Duke's adopted daughter, is about to hold a coming-of-age ceremony, so I also prepared a gift by the way. I want to take this opportunity to get to know Miss Vera."

Colin squinted his eyes, he was keenly aware of something wrong.

"Oh? Really? I also received an invitation letter for Miss Vera's coming-of-age ceremony two days ago, so let's set off for Winter City tomorrow together."

"It's my honor."

Speaking of this, Colin was already wary of the young troll prince.

Because he thought that the other party might have some ideas about Vera.

Is this guy here for peace talks or for marriage talks?

Just as Colin was about to issue the order to dismiss the guest, Prince Okamoto suddenly noticed the [Judgement Blade] hanging on the wall.

He stared for a long time, and an expression of disbelief flashed in his eyes: "Master Viscount, take the liberty to ask. Is that knight sword [Judgement Blade]?"

"Yes. It was given to me by the Lord Duke."

The expression on Prince Okamoto's face suddenly became strange.

There is envy, admiration, and sympathy...

Just when Colin felt that the prince saw something wrong with his gaze, Prince Okamoto suddenly smiled and said: "Lord Viscount, I don't know if you have ever heard of His Highness Otto Volkin."

"Otto?" Colin shook his head.

He has never heard of this name, but you can tell from the last name that this is also a troll royal family.

"His Royal Highness Otto is my uncle and the northern prince of the Troll Empire. He has just successfully entered the sanctuary recently!"

Colin frowned. He didn't know why the other party mentioned this, but he congratulated him perfunctorily: "Oh, really? That's really good. The Troll Empire finally has another paladin."

"Yes! After a hundred years, the empire finally gave birth to a paladin!" Okamoto's smile became brighter, "However, the clan uncle once said after he successfully promoted to the sanctuary, that he will ask for a duel with the master of the [Judgment Blade].

Wash away the disgrace of the beheading of His Majesty Leo the last emperor! "

"..." Colin was dumbfounded.

Does a paladin want to duel with him?

Could it be that the Duke of St. Hilde threw this sword to him because of this?

This is throwing trouble to him!