After reading the poet's thoughts, Yun Zhe stopped struggling with the question of whether he was a vampire.
"Why did you come back?" Yun Zhe asked, his tone much gentler.
The poet sensed no malice from the vampire before him. "Could it be that he's too full to eat me anymore? Or perhaps we're both Aruru, so he doesn't want to eat me?"
After thinking for a long time, the poet lowered his head and slowly said, "I came back to pack my things."
Yun Zhe blinked; he already knew how the poet had been sent back. "How come you're all alone? Can you manage?" Knowing the truth, Yun Zhe couldn't help but feel sympathy, and his tone softened.
"Nothing much," the poet sighed, but he remained standing motionless in the sun.
Yun Zhe smiled. He figured the chances of gaining this Aruru man's trust today were practically nil. So he straightened up to make way, but then remembered what he'd just said about his leg injury, and awkwardly limped to another shady spot.
The poet watched Yun Zhe's retreating figure, rubbed his eyes, and said, "Um..."
"What?" Yun Zhe turned to look at the poet.
"Can I take a look at that sword?"
Yun Zhe chuckled. This poet was truly amusing. Even at a time like this, he was still thinking about my sword? Didn't he just call me a vampire? Then he remembered the song he sang this morning and thought it would be a good time to see what he would say, maybe he could come up with something explosive. He couldn't help but laugh and said, "You come and get it, it's too much trouble for me to go."
A fierce internal struggle ensued in the poet's mind, but in the end, curiosity about the ancient artifacts overcame his fear of vampires. The poet slowly walked towards Yun Zhe, who then untied his sword and handed it to the poet.
The poet took the sword, and just as he had expected, it bore the legendary feathered arrow mark. He struggled to pull it out and gasped.
"The Sword of the Elf King! This...this is...you are a descendant of Tanras Tesogor?!"
Yun Zhe shook his head. "You know this sword?"
The poet then carefully examined the hilt and scabbard, noting that "all members of the Elven royal family could wear the Elven King's Sword, but when Tanras left the Elven Forest, he appointed many kings, so it's possible that the sword wasn't from the direct line of kings."
"Offering official titles and making promises is to be expected," Yun Zhe said calmly. The poet was taken aback, wanting to say something more, but held back. He looked at the sword in his hand, thinking that the King's Sword was made of mithril and must be effective against vampires. Now that he had the King's Sword, should he give it a try?
Yun Zhe saw through his thoughts. At this moment, he could still think of these things. This poet was not as simple as he seemed.
But he still returned the sword to Yun Zhe. He looked at Yun Zhe holding the sword, and Yun Zhe smiled back at him. He stood there for a while, then began to pack his things.
"What's your name?" Yun Zhe finally became interested in the poet in front of him and asked with a smile.
“I have no name. They call me Bamboo Pole, Poet, but I prefer the name Poet.” The poet paused, refraining from uttering some more insulting words.
Yun Zhe nodded. "I'm also an Aruru, my name is... Yu... Zhe, they also call me Assassin." Yun Zhe's name was on the tip of his tongue, but he changed his pronunciation. Based on his observation, his name had a noble connotation, especially considering he possessed the Elf King's Sword, making it sound even more prestigious. Yun Zhe didn't want to frighten the poet he was interested in, so he finally changed his address.
The poet paused, recalling the corpses he had seen along the way. He swallowed hard. "You killed them all?"
Yun Zhe nodded.
The poet shivered and packed his things even faster.
Yun Zhe watched the poet packing and couldn't help but laugh. He moved to a shady spot under a tree and sat down, watching the poet bustling around.
"You said you saved the prostitute Rose?" the poet asked.
"Ross? Is that her name?" Yun Zhe thought to himself, "This name is really a bit cheesy."
“The prostitute is alright, at least she has a nickname. The other one is called Jessie,” the poet said as he began to dismantle the tent.
Yun Zhe thought of a detail and shifted to a more comfortable position. "When that hunter threatened you to tie up your companion, I noticed you didn't move at all. Were you frozen in fear?"
The poet didn't speak, but Yun Zhe understood his thoughts perfectly.
"So he didn't want to be tied up, huh? I didn't expect him to have such backbone." Yun Zhe couldn't help but look at this poet with new respect; he was actually a poet of great integrity. This was quite different from the poets Yun Zhe had encountered in his world.
The poet finished packing, struggling to carry the large bag on his back. He glanced at Yun Zhe, wanting to invite him to come along, but then stopped himself. The poet hesitated; he felt he should say goodbye before leaving, after all, he had saved Rou Si and everyone else. But he was genuinely afraid. Although the person before him had a gentle voice and a friendly attitude, his behavior was too much like a vampire.
But the poet also felt that he was not a vampire; his behavior was vastly different from that of the legendary vampires.
But as an Aruru, caution was ingrained in their very bones. So the poet mechanically waved his hand, lowered his head, and quickly walked away.
"Wait a minute," Yun Zhe called to the poet, tossing a short sword at his feet. "Take a weapon with you, so you'll have something to deal with if you encounter humans again."
The poet hesitated. He didn't know how to use a sword, but thinking of the humiliation he had experienced that morning, he picked up the short sword, tucked it into his waistband, nodded in acknowledgment, and walked away with heavy steps.
Yun Zhe watched the large package disappear from sight, then glanced at the bright sky and could only sigh.
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