Chapter 18:
At noon, the caravan that had already departed from Morland Village towards the Foul Swamp was dead silent.
The thirty-odd Midnight Hunters summoned by Lady Femis had fallen into a blissful slumber in the luxurious coffins inside the ten carriages.
For these orthodox vampires, it was absolutely forbidden to go out under such damned sunshine.
The sunlight would burn their overly “delicate” skin. Although resistance to sunlight would increase with growing strength, the aversion to light was a tradition, and the more noble the bloodline, the stronger this aversion.
This formed a strange scene.
In the entire caravan, only the Blood Servants driving were active. The elite forces of the vampires were being led by a group of humans, even mixed with an outcast lurking in the last carriage, earnestly studying a handbook.
Murphy’s stubborn human habits allowed him to be energetic during the day, giving him the perfect opportunity to openly summon players for a meeting without his vampire peers noticing.
“Stop the carriages, eat and rest. We’ll depart again in an hour.”
The Blood Servant driving the carriage at the very front, a woman in an elegant maid’s uniform holding a black parasol with a cold expression but quite attractive figure, gave orders to the carriage drivers. The entire caravan stopped in the wilderness.