Journey of Vampire Lord
Copyright© 2025 by Vamp
Chapter 22
“Sir Grandlph of Easel is inviting Sir Eugene.”
“Lady Martina, the successor of the Yingsman family, will prepare a banquet for Sir Eugene...”
Partec’s expectations were on point. The next morning, people from Maren’s noble and influential families flocked to the Heavenly Constellations to invite Eugene to various events of their hosting.
“Ha! The Yingsman family? A nobleman who only knows how to chase after the royalists would dare to invite a Sir Knight who responded to Maren’s recruitment notice? Do you have no dignity?”
“Doesn’t your master associate himself with the rebels of Carls Baggins? Do you really think a dignified knight who lives by the code of chivalry will clink glasses with the traitors of the kingdom?”
“What did you say!? Is that all you can say?”
“If you want me to, I can talk like this for a day without stopping!”
As a result, arguments broke out between families who were on bad terms. However, it did not matter to Eugene.
“Thank you for the invitations, but my injuries will prevent me from moving about. I must get some rest for the next few days, so unfortunately, I will have to decline this time around.”
“Ah...”
“I thought that would be the case. My master, Sir Rasnick, prepared the finest mana stone as a gift for you, Sir Eugene. It will be of great help for you to recover, Sir Eugene.”
Some even offered highest-quality mana stones, which were extremely expensive. However, Eugene turned down all of them.
“One of my ancestors is an elf, so I will recover just fine with three or four days of rest. I am truly grateful. Please let Sir Rasnik know that I am thankful for the gesture.”
“Ah ... I see.”
They nodded after hearing his explanation. His gorgeous appearance and outstanding resilience could be attributed to his ancestry. Moreover, elves would never consume a mana stone that originated from a monster, no matter how purified it was.
‘Mana stones are useless to me.’
Eugene was a vampire. Purified mana stones imbued with the sacred power of a high priest would restore energy and slightly increase the lifespan of a human, but it was no different than poison to Eugene.
However, those present did not know the truth. They were simply shocked that someone would refuse such an item, even if they did possess elven blood. In an instant, they felt admiration and goodwill towards Eugene.
‘I cannot believe that such a knight still exists... ‘
‘Sir Eugene is a knight who knows true honor!’
Such a knight was difficult to please, but once they made up their mind, they would never betray their lord.
‘I must bring him to our family... ‘
‘Only a knight like him can stand next to my master!’
Although Eugene had rejected their invitations, the desire to recruit Eugene in the hearts of these butlers and servants, who came here on behalf of their families, burned even brighter.
Three days later...
The plate armor produced by the Betissark Armor Workshop finally arrived in Eugene’s room. Usually, such a piece of equipment would take more than seven days to manufacture. However, the mayor had paid the enormous sum of 300 silver coins and personally placed the order. As such, the dwarven brothers were able to reduce the production time by a ridiculous amount.
“Kyahhh! Look at that glow!”
The plate armor produced by the Betissark Armor Workshop boasted a splendid appearance. Even Mirian found it hard to nitpick such an excellent plate armor. The plate mail worn by knights such as Galfredic and Madrica were formed from many pieces of iron plates that were connected by leather straps. Each plate protected different areas of the body.
However, Eugene’s plate armor was joined together with hinges and links, making it much easier to wear and remove. Above all, its defenses and durability were vastly improved by etching wave-patterned grooves and carving radial lines on the surface.
“This piece of armor is made from a special type of steel from our Betissark Workshop. We mixed iron from Elsik with ogre bones. I hope it will be of help to Sir Eugene as you practice your chivalry.”
Perhaps because it was a luxury product that the manager of the workshop personally delivered it. Eugene looked over the armor with a satisfied expression, then narrowed his eyes when he noticed something strange.
“What is this?”
Eugene asked while pointing at a small engraving. The symbol was located on the part of the armor between the neck and the chest.
“Ah, that is the symbol of Maren. The mayor specifically told us to carve it on the armor.”
“Hmm.”
He felt a little displeased, but he could not voice his discontent since he received it for almost free. He could not possibly complain about a tiny symbol of Maren. Moreover, the dwarven brothers also complied with all of Eugene’s special requests without fail.
In particular, the front section of the helmet protruded forward. Whether he raised or lowered the visor, it would perfectly shade the vampire’s eyes from direct sunlight.
“By the way, it seems Sir Eugene is quite fond of the color black.” The manager asked carefully, and Eugene nodded.
“That is true. In addition, it would be troublesome if the armor reflected light at night or inside a dungeon.”
It wasn’t completely true. He asked for it to be black because he did not want the armor to reflect sunlight during the day.
“As expected! The masters of our workshop also guessed that would be the reasoning behind Sir Eugene’s request.”
“They know a knight’s thoughts, as I would expect from excellent craftsmen. Anyways, I am grateful. I will be careful with it.”
“Thank you. Unless it is completely wrecked, we will repair it free of charge for three years. If you ever run into any problems with the armor, please visit the Betissark Workshop at any time.”
“I will.”
The manager and the workshop employees left, and Eugene exchanged his chain mail for the plate armor. It was definitely easier to wear, and there were almost no inconveniences in terms of moving around.
It was certainly a piece of armor created by the best dwarven craftsmen in Maren.
‘Since I have Black Scales, I will not need to wear extra armor inside either.’
Eugene was very satisfied. Not only was he able to dispose of the monster materials at a more generous price than originally planned, but he also received rewards from the battle as well as a high-end plate armor, which was no different from a verification of identity from Maren’s mayor.
‘I obtained Silion as well.’
Eugene left the room, certain that he had made an excellent choice coming to Maren. Even if he considered his plate armor as a reward for taking care of the roamer goblins and orcs, Silion was a different case. The warhorse even possessed an extraordinary pedigree.
Before he left the city, it would only be right to give his greetings to the one who showed him such favor.
“You still haven’t met that knight named Sir Eugene?”
“Not yet.”
Priscilla bowed her head while answering. Her grandfather was the head of Maren’s merchant guild and the former head of the Palin Association. He was well over 60 years old, but Priscilla still found it difficult to deal with his energy, even though he had retired many years ago.
“A pedigree horse from the Agiles Stables, a first-class room at the Heavenly Constellations. You showered him with quite a few gifts. It must be because he is worth the investment, right?” enquired her grandfather.
“Of course. If he yields similar results from the Tywin family’s dungeon one more time, we will fully recover the investment.”
“And you are satisfied with only recovering the investment?”
“How could I be? I believe Sir Eugene is a knight worthy of a solid investment from the headquarters.”
“On what basis?”
“Firstly, the boy who has been working as Bilmoa’s new assistant is Sir Eugene’s aide. He is also the younger brother of the new Lord Tywin.”