47 The City

Inside the city, Farsian stood at a counter in a bar. Next to him were the mercenarys and the merchants were further back at their own table. Having reached a city the two groups started to walk separate paths as the merchants were very unhappy about being at the wrong place at the wrong time. Some of them even tried to get the local guard to imprison them altogether. Luckily though the guard had other problems to attend to and didn't care about delicts that happened outside the city.

"So watcha wanna drink?" The barkeeper said as he polished some glasses.

"Beer for me and my friends." The leader of the mercenarys said. Farsian could see what he was trying to pull of.

'So he is trying to seem strong and united by giving us free beer? What a joke as if we could be bought that easily!' Farsian laughed.

"Leader you are the best!"

"We will forever follow you!"

"Together to the end of the world!" The other mercenarys that were toasting to one another were instantly won over.

'Well that went differently from what I thought.' Farsian had to admit that he underestimated the leader of the mercenarys. Or maybe he had overestimated the other mercenarys?

'Who cares about the small things anyways? As long as I get to Michelle she will fill me in on what is happening here and together we will return to the village where I still need to rule over the mortals.'

Farsian made plans for the future.

While they were drinking for a while, the light outside slowly faded.

"I need to take a piss, watch out for my drink!" The leader of the mercenarys said and left for the toilet.

'I should follow him.' Farsian decided on the spot to follow another male into the toilet.

When he reached the door leading to the toilet he stopped however, much to the disliking of other people that were queued behind him.

'Maybe I should give that man some privacy?' He turned around and sat back down.

*Knock, Knock!!!

The door to the toilet shock like something from the other side was trying to escape.

"Did someone fart in there?" Some people made jokes as they watched to door rattle.

*Pow!

The entrance door was flung open as the knight that previously welcomed them appeared and stormed in the bar.

"Has someone seen a ugly blood sucking creature?" He inquired as he draw his sword.

He stood there in golden plated armor with a regal red cape with golden insignias woven into it. His blade drawn like he was ready to do battle at any moment. Everyone in the room turned silent and as if on comand all looked towards the toilet door that had previously shook.

"They a-are in t-there" Someone stammered and pointed towards the toilet sign.

"Ugh. Darn it. It probably had to feed after being injured by me so heavily." The knight sighed and turned towards the door.

When he reached the door he casually swung his sword, obliterating the door to the toilets in one fell swoop.

"Come out there foul creature!" He screamed and entered the toilets.

Interestingly the back wall was completely missing as if his attach had reached the other side of the room effortlessly. Among the debris and rubble a man lay still, next to him something moved and quickly ran away after being spotted.

'Was that one of my kind? Why was it here, was Michelle responsible for this? I need to catch it and ask it some questions.' Farsian quickly decided to give chase as well. When he went past the leader of the mercenarys that lay still on the ground he discovered that he was still alive.

"Rest in peace! I will take your sword to enact vengeance on the creature!" Farsian shouted, knowing that he was still alive.

'I will just take your sword and keep it for myself.' As he bowed to take the sword cheers and praise could be heard from his fellow mercenarys and other customers of the bar.

"Thank you all! I will be sure to return with its head!" Farsian promised grandly.

"You sure talk big for someone your size." The golden knight said as he looked down on Farsian.

Farsian wasn't tiny at 1.83 meters height, but the knight was almost two heads taller than him.

On the chest of the knight the symbol of a lions head was engraved. Together with the golden armor and the grand cape it made for a perfect look of how people would envision royalty.

Tall, rich and very proud.

'Tsk and he even has blond hair and blue eyes. How lucky can one person be?' Farsian cursed silently as he stared at the knight.

"My name is Farsian. I am not someone you can belittle." Farsian announced.

"Oh, my pardon. I forgot my manners. I am prince Leon, leader of the defense force." The knight replied and completely ignored the vampire that was running for its life.

Leon sheathed his blade and pulled at a rock the size of an adult. Quickly a set of "Chairs" and a "Table" was placed down.

"I saw you enter together with the other mercenary and merchants. Are you able to swing a sword? I have only ever seen you using your two daggers as weapons." Leon calmly stated as he eyed the sword in Farsians hands.

"I am proficient in most arms." Farsian calmly replied.

Truth be told he wasn't really proficient in any weapon at all. But because of his great strength and his fast reflexes he could handle every weapon to a decent standard.

"Is that so?" Leon was focusing on Farsian.

'What is he thinking? Wasn't he about to chase the other vampire?' Farsian wondered as he simply stared back at Leon.

"My army is lacking in strong fighters. Join me!" Leon proclaimed out of the blue and stood up, reaching a hand out to Farsian.

'Is he mental?' Farsian stared at the prince in front of him like it was an alien trying to kill or eat him.

Leons hand reached farther untill he arrived at Farsians shoulder.

"You don't have to answer me now. Whenever you are ready come and see me." Leon said and Farsian could feel the weight on his shoulders slowly starting to increase.

"But know that I will not let any of these creatures escape." The prince said in a menacing tone.