Just as he quietly awaited death, a sharp shout suddenly came from outside: "Vampire, get out here!"
"Oh... what a spoilsport!"
Rosen heard a low curse behind him, then felt a sharp pain in his neck as the two 'daggers' were removed from his neck.
"What's going on?" Rosen immediately clutched his neck. "The voice sounds like a girl of eighteen or nineteen. Judging from her tone, she doesn't seem afraid of vampires at all. Who is this girl?"
A glimmer of hope rose in Rosen's heart. He immediately pulled out the sea urchin extract from his pocket, drank it all in one gulp, and then struggled to find a clean cloth, pressing it forcefully against the wound on his neck to stop the bleeding.
Just then, Viken's voice came from outside the window: "Beautiful girl, didn't your mentor tell you never to accept a commission from a high-ranking vampire?"
Rosen's heart skipped a beat: 'Commission? Mentor? Could it be the Hunter?'
He struggled to his feet and walked towards the window. After a few steps, he felt weak all over, his hands and feet were cold, and his heart was pounding rapidly, but his strength was weak. Fortunately, his vision was clear, and his head wasn't too dizzy: 'Judging from these symptoms, I'm probably missing about 1000 milliliters of blood. If no other infection occurs, I shouldn't die.' Assessing blood loss symptoms is basic first aid knowledge. Rosen had specifically learned this during a fire drill at school, so he could roughly assess his own condition.
His steps were unsteady; he almost floated to the window. After steadying himself by the windowsill, he looked outside. In the moonlight, he could vaguely see a tall, thin figure standing in the shadows of the manor's outer gate. The person carried two swords, one slung over their back, the other already in their hand.
'Two swords, one steel for killing, the other silver-plated for killing monsters—definitely a hunter. Judging by the size of the swords, each weighs at least 30 pounds. With such good stamina, they're most likely a mutated hunter.' Rosen also saw Viken, standing beside the flowerbed in the yard, wearing an exquisitely tailored pure black evening suit, holding a red rose freshly picked from the flowerbed. He seemed to have calmed his anger, a wicked smile playing on his handsome face: "Beautiful lady, I was merely passing by this manor when my bloodlust kicked in, and I drank a few extra sips. Why are you so petty?"
The figure at the door took a few steps forward, his sword pointed directly at Viken, demanding, "A few extra sips? There are over 100 people in this manor. You've drained the blood of all 100 of them, and you call me petty! What do you take us humans for? Animals?"
Viken smiled and said, "Animals? No, no, no, how could I? To my people, blood is fine wine, and you humans are merely the containers. The ugly and lowly are the coarse oak barrels, the exquisite and beautiful are the finest crystal goblets. Tell me, what's the big deal about losing a few barrels? Ah~ let's not talk about that, beautiful lady. I'm on my way to a party and I'm in need of a companion. I formally invite you now." The female hunter roared, "Bullshit! Die!"
Viken shook his head repeatedly, "Tsk tsk tsk, so annoying. Beautiful lady, I want to tell you that my invitation was merely out of gentlemanly courtesy, but you cannot refuse me."
"Gentlemanly nonsense!"
The female hunter twirled her sword and charged towards Viken.
Up in the wooden building, Rosen, seeing the female hunter's sword-wielding posture, saw the glimmer of hope that had just risen in his heart vanish: 'Sigh~ this girl's swordsmanship is mediocre.'
In the game *The Hunt*, Rosen controls the Hunting Master. Although he specializes in alchemy, the game strictly prohibits guns for balance, so playing alchemy requires combining it with swordsmanship. Reluctantly, Rosen could only devote some of his energy to swordsmanship. Because he killed many monsters and had many free talents, his swordsmanship was also very strong. Among players, he was known as the number one swordsman in the North.
Although Rosen himself had never practiced swordsmanship, he had developed a keen eye after controlling the character for so long. His character's sword strikes were a seamless blend of offense and defense, exuding a ferocious aura that was intimidating to behold. In contrast, the female hunter before him, while her swordplay was technically correct, lacked any real power, clearly indicating a second-rate player.
What happened next was exactly as Rosen had predicted.
Viken, without even revealing his monster form, stood still, raised his arm, and swung it outwards. A sharp clang, like metal clashing, rang out, striking the female hunter's sword.
The female hunter immediately lost her grip on her sword, her steps faltering, and she stumbled past Viken.
Viken didn't pursue. He spun halfway around, his gaze fixed on the female hunter's exposed back, and sighed deeply: "Newborn lambs, always unaware of the dangers of the world."
Meanwhile, the female hunter seized the opportunity to charge forward a few steps, then suddenly turned around, a crossbow appearing in her hand, the bolt pointed directly at Viken.
"Bang!"
A flash of silver light, and the crossbow bolt flew straight towards Viken, its speed like lightning.
This was a brilliant move. Feigning weakness, she took advantage of her opponent's carelessness to launch a sudden attack. If the opponent were an ordinary monster, they would surely be defeated. Unfortunately for her, her opponent this time was a high-level vampire.
"Clang!" A crisp sound rang out as the crossbow bolt was blocked—or rather, caught by Viken with two fingers.
The instant he caught the bolt, Viken immediately flung it away, his face turning extremely ugly: "A silver arrow! And it's laced with wolfsbane! Good, very good, you've successfully enraged me!"