Chapter 94: The Anti-Undead Town (3)
Supported by Senri, I walk through ‘Dessend’ at night in my human form.
This was my selfishness. Know thy enemy, know thyself, and know the earth. That’s how I’ve been surviving ever since I was revived by the Lord.
The townscape of Dessend was clean and beautiful even at night, and had a historical atmosphere. This town probably shone the brightest when it was fighting against the undead. The waterways and the symbols of crosses inlaid all over the place must be the remnants of that time. There were many doors at the inn too. Wooden doors are unreliable enough that even slightly strong humans can break them down. Though, it’s different for vampires. The door symbolizes a boundary. I’m a lower rank, so I have a few restrictions, but this down is really hard for vampires to live in. The Mirage Demon King was said to be a Skeleton, so I really can’t understand why there are so many measures against vampires here.
It’s been a while since the Sun went down, but there are still many people on the main street. The lined up street lights repel the darkness and look peaceful at the first glance. I mingle in with the crowd while walking around, but nobody realizes my identity. Sometimes people would look at Senri, but they wouldn’t even spare a glance at me.
Only those who have undertaken training can identify an undead that closely resembles humans. People with good intuition might look at me and be instinctually struck with fear, but when I was going around and crushing the Mafia and bandits, nobody realized my identity either. When it comes to sensing me from afar, only Death Knights and Necromancers are capable of doing that. Due to blood power, the negative energy I give off is considerably repressed.
I took a quick look around the town and didn’t see anything strange. There are no mercenaries around, and of course, neither are there undead. Just like Senri, I can also sense negative power. There’s also a way to discern them by the smell. If anybody’s walking around smelling like a corpse, they’re undead. But I can’t feel either of those.
After patrolling the town for a while, we entered the least garlic smelling fancy restaurant. We’ve only walked for a while, but I’m already feeling pretty sick. It’s because of the garlic, the crosses and the flowing water. It’s far better than what I was feeling when I was alive, but since it’s been a while since I’ve had to experience the long-standing pain, I have to put up with it. As we go to the table in the back of the restaurant, I verify with her while checking the surroundings with caution.
“Any chances that the undead you sensed were strays?”