Time flew by, and Yun Zhe hid in the shade of a tree, flipping through the book Ellie had bought for him. Meanwhile, the camp was already filled with the sounds of snoring.

Yun Zhe occasionally stole glances at the poet. At first, the poet sat obediently, but after a while, he began to stand up straight, muttering to himself and gesturing wildly, as if he were performing or reciting a poem.

"They're really diligent and hardworking," Yun Zhe shook his head, withdrew his gaze, and continued to wander in the so-called ocean of history.

Yun Zhe, with his sharp ears, heard someone walking in their direction. But the poet, completely absorbed in the world of drama, remained oblivious to everything else.

"Old Cat, are you really sure Tom and Jonkin died at the hands of vampires?"

“Jerry, you’ve asked this question ten times already. I know you and Barbaro are close, but facts speak louder than words. You saw it for yourself.”

"I still don't quite believe it..."

"What else do you want to believe?" The old cat's voice suddenly rose, then he sighed, "Those vampires are getting more and more despicable; they've even infiltrated the hunters' group."

"Hey, if you ask me, it's because the boss is stingy. If he had just hired a holy priest, things wouldn't be like this."

Old Cat didn't reply, but Yun Zhe was secretly delighted. This was another piece of knowledge he had learned. He would have to stay far away from so-called priests in the future.

The branches snapped with a crack. The two drew closer to each other.

"Old Cat, how long are we going to keep searching? Even if we find him at this rate, he probably won't be a match for Barbaro," Jerry said worriedly.

"They're all nearby, what are you afraid of?"

“Don’t forget, he can walk during the day, otherwise he wouldn’t have been able to fool us.” Jerry was still nervous.

Upon hearing this, Yun Zhe felt somewhat annoyed. He had been secretly pleased to have Barbaro take the blame earlier. Now, hearing that Barbaro could actually walk during the day, he was completely flustered.

At the time, I was so disgusted by that bunch of dark stuff that I didn't pay much attention to the rings on my hands, and I didn't even know there was such a thing as a sun ring. Otherwise, I wouldn't have gone through all this trouble.

“No, if such a ring really existed, wouldn’t they recognize Barbaro at a glance? How could they possibly think that he killed the other two people?”

"Who knows how he did it, or who he is!" the black cat suddenly shouted.

Yun Zhe was startled, thinking he had been exposed, and was trying to figure out how to fight his way out when he heard the two men shout excitedly, "You stop right there, you Aluru!"

Yun Zhe turned to look at the camp. A tall, thin Black man suddenly leaped, took two quick steps, and swiftly captured the poet. Another man peered into the camp, chuckling. Both men wore satisfied expressions, which made Yun Zhe frown.

The man who was peeking around had blond hair and was of medium build. He kicked over a pot in the camp and walked toward the tent with a lewd grin.

"Old cat! There really is a female here. All of you, don't the hell move!" Jerry drew two crossbow bolts and aimed them at the crowd from both sides.

A figure suddenly darted out from under the tent, darting left and right, heading straight for a large tree behind him.

The bowstring twanged, and an arrow pierced his back. The man suddenly collapsed, convulsed twice, and then fell still.

The old cat, holding the poet in one hand and putting away the crossbow bolts with the other, slowly walked over.

Yun Zhe looked over and saw that the one who had fallen was the blacksmith.

"Hehe, see that? This is what happens when you run away!" Jerry said smugly, his voice growing louder.

"You, tie them all up!" Old Cat shoved the poet in front of the group. "Quickly!"

Yun Zhe slowly climbed down the tree, sensing that something bad was about to happen. However, it was already broad daylight, and there were very few places in the woods that offered shade, which somewhat hampered Yun Zhe's movements.

There was another reason, one that Yun Zhe himself hadn't even noticed: he was actually somewhat afraid when facing vampire hunters. He just hadn't realized it at the time.

The poet stood there, motionless.

"Hurry!" Jerry aimed his crossbow at the poet's heart.

The poet remained motionless, simply standing there, his head gazing at the ground, without uttering a word.

"Damn it!" Old Cat slapped the poet to the ground, then paused, clearly not expecting the poet to be so weak. He picked up his crossbow, intending to shoot the clueless man dead, but found that he was out of bolts. "What luck!" he thought, and then kicked him again, knocking him unconscious.

"Just kill all the males and leave these two females," Jerry said impatiently, glancing at the poet lying on the ground.

"No, no!" a farmer's voice rang out. "We'll tie it ourselves, we'll tie it ourselves!"

Yun Zhe slowly approached, but found an open area near the camp, bathed in bright sunlight, which he could not cross.

"Hahahaha!" Old Cat and Jerry laughed heartily.

"You old fool, you'll be spared your life later." Jerry brazenly scanned the two women, but the old cat beat him to it, grabbing the silent girl and running behind a tree. The girl struggled and cried out, but seeing the crossbow bolt pointed at her head, she deflated.

Seeing that Old Cat had succeeded, Jerry couldn't help but curse, "Old Cat, if you're in such a hurry, you'll die on a woman's back sooner or later."

"Damn it, she's mute, what bad luck." Old Cat didn't answer, leaving the woman behind, then picked up another, the crossbow bolt pointed straight at her forehead, "Speak!"

The woman's chest heaved, but she didn't speak.

"Oh, who cares if she's mute or not, as long as you've had your fun! Both of them are worth their weight in silver!" Jerry was delighted to see Old Cat put down the woman he had chosen, and his words became more reasonable.

"Pah, you want a silver coin? I'll give you a copper coin at most. Damn it, come with me."

The black cat dragged the woman behind a tree, and then heard her groan.

Jerry's gaze swept over the others. The farmer had already tied up the blacksmith and the remaining girl, and they squatted meekly to the side, saying nothing.

Jerry's eyes lit up. "You, hang that corpse up the tree, go, go now!" With that, he kicked the farmer.

The farmer rolled a few steps, then stood up and slowly walked towards the corpse.

Jerry then looked at the miner and kicked him to the ground. He cursed, "Damn ugly!" The miner didn't dare move, lying on the ground in that position.

Jerry was overjoyed. Normally, when he encountered these Aruru people in the city, while he didn't need to be polite, he couldn't be so unruly. After all, those Aruru people might be someone's slaves or laborers. Killing them wouldn't be fatal, but paying compensation would be a huge hassle, since hunters didn't have much money. But today was different. This forest, this camp, this pack of stray dogs—he could do whatever he wanted, and there were even two females in good positions. This was paradise!

Jerry pointed his crossbow at the mute girl and asked, "Are you going to take off your clothes yourself, or should I do it for you?"

The girl shook her head, her face covered in tears.

"Hahaha, I forgot you're tied up and can't take it off yourself, so I'll help you take it off, brother. Hahahaha." Jerry lewdly pounced on the girl.