The dappled light filtering through the leaves cast the shadow of the trees on the ground into fragments, and large patches of grass and moss filled in the gaps between the trees. Cynthia was temporarily bewildered by these mysterious and beautiful scenes.

  As it continued to deepen, the sky gradually darkened, and the afterglow of the setting sun was like a burst of tomato red that dyed the entire sky.

  The light in the eternal forest gradually dimmed, Cynthia put her fingers on the window and looked at a withered tree not far away from the grassland, its body was all decorated with green moss, wild mushrooms supported above, and further back was a wild deer eating grass.

  This close contact with wildlife in nature has relaxed Cynthia a lot.

  She sat in the carriage with her gaze fixed on the adorable deer, her gentle eyes shattered when its head was suddenly bitten off by a fleeting black shadow.

  The last ray of sunlight sank into the forest.

  "Joyce!" Cynthia's face crawled with a look of panic, "Joyce! There are wild beasts!!"

  Joyce, who was leading the way in front, of course knew that there were beasts. He tried to tighten the reins to prevent his anxious horse from throwing him off, drew out his silver sword and shouted at the carriage: "Don't come out!"

  "Light! Light! It must be those disgusting vampires! Light!"

  Joyce shouted loudly, and the knights behind him lit up the gas lamps that had been prepared long ago.

  A faint beam of light happened to shine on the spot where the wild deer was killed, and Cynthia saw a figure wrapped in black robes crouching at the deer's neck, several meters away, she could still hear the sound of swallowing blood.

  Cynthia's blood almost froze, and she subconsciously grasped the gold coin pouch hanging from her waist.

  If her ears didn't deceive her, that was a vampire breed. Because they always broke the law and hunted everything that could be sucked dry, in her birth year they were basically cleared out of existence.

  Three thousand years ago, vampires still existed! That textbook undead, skin as pale as white chalk, beast!

  A knight guarding the iron cage at the back was slow to react due to his trembling hands, and before he could open the lantern, a dark shadow pounced on him from horseback, followed by a loud and mournful cry, as the smell of blood spread.

  Curtis, cowering in his cage, wet himself.

  Cynthia crouched in the middle of the carriage, only daring to look out through a small square window at the front, praying that Joyce wouldn't get into trouble.

  "What a fragrant smell."

  It's unexpectedly pleasant to listen to, low and elegant.

  "What's that delicious seasoning you've applied on yourselves? It's making me feel like eating."

  A person wearing a hooded hat on top of an extremely tall iron fir tree jumped down, standing stiffly like a corpse, with both hands covering his back, and a strand of honey-colored hair exposed from the hood.

  Joyce gripped the silver sword in her hand, warning vigilantly: "Don't cross the line! We are the children of Rhedania, under the protection of the God of Light. If you don't want to start a war, back off!"

  "My children never crossed the border." He stretched out one hand, pointing at Joyce, "It was you who crossed the border, Eternal Night Forest has always been our hunting ground."

  "Tamriel is a province of Cyrodiil! The land of the humans! Take back your insolence! Filthy vampire! Dark servant!"

  By Joyce's side, a young and arrogant knight spoke loudly without hesitation.

  Cynthia wanted to go up and shut his mouth after hearing what he said.

  One is disgusting and another is filthy. Isn't this deliberately provoking the vampire who looks like a lord at first glance?

  "Filthy? What a wonderful adjective." The man burst out laughing, his face hidden in the darkness except for the chin and that mouth with razor-sharp white teeth.

  No one saw how he moved, but in Cynthia's blink of an eye, a row of neat blood spots exploded on the glass window.

  The vampire's toes tapped on the horse's back, his crimson tongue licking the blood-stained fingers as his rose-colored, narrow eyes caught Cynthia, and his nose sniffed lightly.

  He soon discarded the corpse, and the corners of his mouth under the hood rose up.

  "The flavor is here."

  Joyce knew the negotiation was ineffective and raised his silver sword to stab at him, "Leave her!"

  Outside immediately became chaotic, the vampires moved too fast, and the knights held up their silver swords to wrestle with them.

  Horses were knocked down one after another, the cries of agony and slaughter rose to a high-pitched crescendo that seemed never to stop echoing in Cynthia's ears.

  A dark shadow crashed onto the carriage with a loud thud, his pale face devoid of any color plunged into Cynthia's window, his red eyes stared at her with a mesmerizing gaze like blood tears, his hands tried to reach in from outside to grab her.

  "What the master said is right, you smell so good! I smelled your scent from a mile away."

  This was a male vampire with burgundy hair and a ferocious face, Cynthia didn't think twice before grabbing a handful of gold coins from her bag and throwing them at his face.

  The blessed gold coin emitted a bright light in an instant, burning that sickly face.

  "Ahhhhh!"

  Cynthia kept shrinking back until a silver sword pierced the vampire's chest from outside, and he began to disintegrate bit by bit.

  Joyce lifted Cynthia out of the carriage with one hand.

  He tossed her onto the last remaining horse that had not been bitten to death, mounted it with a somersault, and galloped forward with all his might.

  Cynthia's last sight was of the knights and vampire corpses littering the ground, Curtis' cage had been smashed open and he was being held aloft by the throat.

  Those eyes seemed to be staring at her with hatred all along.

  The horse ran very fast, blowing up Cynthia's long hair, she clung to Joyce's chest, riding the wind and said: "What scent do I have on me? They must have smelled my scent and followed me!"

  "I can't smell anything, perhaps you've come into contact with something before leaving the palace."

  Joyce kept looking back, he couldn't see the vampire's figure anymore, but he was sure they were still following behind.

  Cynthia forced herself to calm down first and sifted out what she thought was most likely.

  Apart from Luojia, no one has had close contact with her. The luggage and clothes were all prepared by Luojia's people. With that brother's special feelings for her, there will definitely be no problems in this regard.

  The only thing left was Minnie's hug before parting ways.

  She also dislikes the strong perfume smell on her body...

  "It's Minnie!" Cynthia shouted.

  Joyce, with his incessant traversing through the cedar forest, felt a chill wind coming from behind him and quickly said to Cynthia: "Ride your horse all the way north, and when the first ray of sunlight appears, you will arrive at Temolia."