The Most Evil Kind.

—"Yes. Tanok has twelve daughters, and Falz has fifteen."

—"You need an older girl who can bear children right away! You're not a boy anymore!"

—"You're right. I'll ask my brother to find someone suitable."

The baron decisively stood up and headed towards the door. As he was leaving the bedroom, he quietly murmured words of gratitude. Clearly not expecting to be heard, he involuntarily flinched when the vampire bowed to him.

After looking at the closed door and making sure his guest had left, Alexander firmly closed the window curtains and went to sleep. The bright day would significantly alter his plans, but influencing the weather was beyond his power. So, he needed to get some rest and deal with whatever would come!

Morning in the castle began with unpleasant news. The baron's bride had died in her sleep. Servants hurriedly ran around the castle, whispering to each other. Alexander cursed himself. He should have supervised the entire process to the end, but he relied on the hosts, and this was the result. The death of a young girl and a knight spending the night in the castle all in one night!

The first gossipmonger who learns of these two facts will quickly connect them! They couldn't wait a day! Although blaming the baron was pointless. He was to blame himself; he should have not only matched new wives to the Savoyards but also inquired about the fate of the baronetess!

They left the castle in a regular group. The baron, his half-brother, and two knights. But today, Sir Blood and his men joined them. The man took the place of his half-brother to the right of the baron. They naturally headed to the church. They missed the sunrise ceremony for valid reasons, but this same reason required them to be at the church. They needed to arrange the burial of the deceased on the day of her death. But they could bury her whenever. Strange rules, strange world.

The bishop looked unfriendly at Alexander but said nothing. Then he took the baron's hand and led him to the wall to whisper. Fortunately, he "whispered" loudly enough for the vampire to hear most of the speech.

Of course, the priest expressed his suspicions about such a strange series of events, a guest at the castle and the sudden death of the girl. The baron tried to persuade the bishop that these two facts were in no way connected. The night watchman stood by the lady's bedroom door all night, and the magess found no traces of magical influence.

"She would have found them, and even I don't know what the greedy fool died of!"

Eventually, the bishop calmed down and believed that Alexander had nothing to do with the death of the baron's bride. By this time, the vampire had realized why death had occurred on that night! He really had nothing to do with her death and could swear by anything and pass any test. But everyone would be sure otherwise. No one would even think of the real culprit of the baron's death. Of course, the cunning ex-Savoyardi could not miss this chance.

"That's why they rushed to death. In the future, everything should be controlled to the end!"

Alexander even forgot the true purpose of their walk, immersed in gloomy thoughts; he paid little attention to the surrounding environment. The whistle of the arrow brought him back to reality. Reflexes worked faster than reason.

The arrow aimed at the baron was intercepted by the vampire in midair. The baron looked astonished. The knight was silent. And the two guards had already jumped onto the roof, pursuing the failed assassin. Soon, a shabby-looking peasant was thrown at the baron's feet.

"It wasn't me! It wasn't me! I was ordered!"

"Who ordered?"

"His Grace, Sir Bark," the peasant kissed the baron's boots, "It's not my fault, I was ordered! Have mercy, sir!"

"God, the idiot didn't even have enough brains to hide his identity from the murderer!"

After receiving witness statements in front of a large number of witnesses, the baron quickly galloped to the castle, where he was ready to leave the knights. The conspirator did not wait for all these people to reach his throat and left the city. They did not pursue him beyond the gates.

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