The vampire man looked Halinode up and down, finding him extremely strange.
Although vampires had lain dormant on the Elzeran Continent for many years, countless legends about them remained.
No one on the entire Elzeran Continent was unaware of this race that drank human blood.
This vampire man had been here for many days. Everyone who encountered him and heard his name fled in terror.
But the man before him was indeed different. There was not the slightest trace of fear in his eyes.
Moreover, as the vampire man watched the relaxed-looking man before him, he somehow felt that the other man was not his prey—rather, he himself was the prey.
The vampire man felt that he had been dormant on the Elzeran Continent for far too long, so he did not know many of its heroes.
Could he really have happened upon a major problem today?
The vampire man found that impossible. How could there be such a coincidence? The Elzeran Continent was so vast—why would he happen to encounter such a troublesome opponent today?
"Stop putting on a show. What kind of person are you? With these eyes of mine, I can see through you at a glance," the vampire man said.
"Whether I'm bluffing or not, you'll find out soon enough," Halinode said with a smile. "It seems my luck isn't bad. I actually ran into a vampire here."
"When I return, I can make a proper report to the city lord," Halinode said.
"If possible, we'll find a time soon to drive your entire vampire race completely off the Elzeran Continent," Halinode said.
"Stop talking nonsense. Who exactly are you?" the vampire man asked.
"Do you dare tell me your name?" the vampire man asked, looking at Halinode.
"Do you need to know my name? You'll