Chapter 32

Hero without Blood or Tear Chapter 32

level of experience with the tracking skill.

No matter how small the trace was, as long as they did not disappear, using my Monster Tracking skill, I could always find it. Furthermore, if there were hoofprints on the ground like this, to me, they might as well be road signs.

“Follow me.”

I took the lead with confidence, using one of my monster hunter’s skills, for the first time in a long time. Thanks to my skill, we were able to remain undetected by our prey, and catch up with the fugitives. Then after four hours, we finally sighted Philip’s minions.

“We’ll pursue with full speed!”

We were elated at having found our preys. On the flip side, the runaways were surprised and shocked. Although they might have anticipated hunters to come after them, they probably didn’t expect a pack of undead.

No matter how tough one might be, if late at night, the dead monsters were to come after you with ghastly screams, you too would definitely lose your mind.

“Vampires!”

“Aaaahh! What the he!! is this?!”

A pursuit ensued. They shot their guns, backwards without much aim.

Baang! Bang! Bang!

Clearly visible muzzle flashes were ahead of us, in the deep evening. Although the crack of the gun’s firings were loud, the smoothbore wheelock pistols were of no use.

“They are slowing down! Let’s overtake them!”

Their horses were exhausted after several days of running. On the other hand, the undead had supernatural stamina. Although some of them were tired, they soon exploded with energy after I placed a recovery spell on them.

“Thank you for your graciousness, My lord!”

Finally, as we closed in on them to within 15 meters, I extended my arm then used Harvest of Blood. With that, several fugitives in the back of the pack fell down to the ground, all dried and twisted up like mummies.

“Kwaaa!”

Upon looking at their comrades whose lives were being sucked out of them and screaming in horror, they had no other choice but to turn-around. Perhaps, they rightly concluded that they would just die unless they did something. Just by me reaping them with my magic from the back, their demise would be most certain.

“You, wicked spawn of darkness! Why do you chase us!”

A man in the prime of life, looking to be in charge, came forth and angrily shouted. Wearing a fashionable long mustache, he appeared to be in the nobility.

“Who are you?”

“I’m Count Hanau!”

Hm… Hanau. He must be no one as I do not know his name.

“OK. Count Hanau. Our message is simple. Pajemut, the demon lord, wants the Golden Bull.”

I lied with a straight face. I commit the crime, and then blaming Pajemut was the plan. I really enjoyed doing such things. There is someone who sh!ts and another one who cleans it. How wonderful was this.

“I don’t know what you have heard, but we have no such thing!”