"Ha, ha."
Little Ashina ran through the night.
She gripped two crimson handguns, ready to fire at a moment's notice. Twelve Vampire's Laments were loaded in their chambers. For this elite hunt, she had not only spent every last penny in her pocket before setting out, but had also flexed her "money power" to buy some gold coins from other players.
That was right.
Like Murphy, she was a little rich girl too.
And judging from what Lumina and Orchid had privately let slip, the kid's family was far more powerful than Murphy's.
"Madam Triss charges way too much. She's the perfect example of a greedy vampire!"
As the petite gunslinger made her way through the darkness, she grumbled furiously to herself:
"If I fail this time, not only will those three annoying jerks laugh at me, I'll be completely broke! But, hey, whatever. I'll give it a shot first."
She soon reached the spot where the female vampire had fallen. Warily scanning the surroundings, she quickly found the bloodstains on the ground, thanks to the scouting specialty granted by her gunslinger class.
But she didn't rush forward. Instead, she pulled three scrolls from her psionic pouch, tore them open, and slapped them against herself.
Night Bat's Senses, Leopard's Grace, and Monkey's Protection.
They were all combat scrolls that boosted agility. The glowing motes of psionic energy gave her a little more confidence. She also activated the protection on the psionic ring she'd won in a lottery before finally stepping into the eerily quiet night ahead.
She was sure that shot had left the elite vampire weakened.
Madam Triss's creations were unquestionably effective, but even a weakened elite vampire still fell under the category of "touch it and die" for her.
So what came next was a dance on the