“Tell me, what exactly happened, big fox?” Vivian stepped forward with small, deliberate steps until she stood before Feilin.
“How did you get into a fight with Marco? Weren’t you partners? Didn’t you say you wouldn’t betray a client?” “And what was that rift just now?”
She bent down to pick up Feilin’s severed arm, intending to reattach it.
But the moment Vivian’s fingers touched the severed limb, it turned to ash and dissipated into the air.
She paused in surprise, then opened her empty hand.
“I can’t reattach your lost limb.”
Vivian’s blood magic wasn’t refined enough to handle more than minor wound repairs.
For something like a severed hand or foot, she was helpless—unless she called Marco over to treat Feilin.
“But since you can come back from the dead, regrowing a limb should be possible too.”
Vivian reconsidered. This fox had died and come back to life; such a small problem probably didn’t need her help.
“I can’t… do it.”
Feilin spoke with difficulty, using her remaining hand to press painfully against her forehead.
Her large tail pushed against the ground, helping her sit up.
She gasped for breath, as if every movement required all her strength.
It took a long while before she recovered.
Like a dog that had fallen into water, she shook her hair and tail, then brushed the dirt off her clothes.
Trying her best not to look so disheveled.
A beggar’s appearance was not befitting the image of the Deputy Guildmaster of the Scavenger Guild.
“Well, I guess you’ll have an easier time cosplaying as the Condor Hero from now on.”
Vivian said helplessly.
“What… are you talking about…?”
Feilin lifted her eyes, sitting weakly on the ground.
She had no idea what Vivian was muttering about.
“Nothing. Just think of it as my nonsense.”
Vivian quickly explained, then asked again.
“Why can’t you do it?”
“Because… my soul had its right-hand part taken away…”
She said this in a low voice, letting out a long sigh.
But then she adjusted her mindset, showing a relieved expression of having escaped disaster.
“Thank you, Miss Vivian. You saved me twice.”
Feilin forced a smile and sincerely expressed her gratitude.
“It was nothing. Don’t mention it.”
Vivian raised her smooth chin proudly and waved her hand casually.
She had long wanted to say that cool line, but never had the chance.
Today, I finally got to show off!
The feeling of solving someone’s life-or-death problem so effortlessly, then receiving their gaze full of admiration—
It was just too awesome!
“Alright, alright. Tell me what all this is about.”
Vivian said casually.
“Marco betrayed me.”
Feilin clenched her fist and spoke in a low voice.
“He suddenly attacked during our transaction and injured me.”
“But I don’t know why he did it…”
“Could it be he didn’t want to pay? That guy never looked like an honest person!”
Vivian immediately offered the most reasonable explanation.
“Maybe. When I return, I’ll have to call a meeting and adjust the guild’s fee structure.” “To prevent something like this from happening again.”
Feilin thought for a moment and agreed that was likely the reason.
“So then, you couldn’t beat him?” Vivian said.
“Yes. Somewhere along the line, he managed to turn Gavin against me.” Feilin nodded.
“Gavin stabbed me in the back when I wasn’t expecting it…”
“That strike pierced my heart and shredded it.”
“It brought me to death.”
Feilin’s tone was flat, as if she weren’t the one who got stabbed.
While Feilin was speaking, Vivian reached out toward her head.
She wanted to take the chance to pet that fluffy head!
Surprisingly, Feilin didn’t resist, and instead willingly leaned her head into Vivian’s hand.
She even rubbed her neck against Vivian’s palm, letting out a comfortable purr.
Is she tamed?
Vivian blinked.
But I still liked your old, rebellious attitude.
Being too obedient is boring…
After petting for a while and finding it dull, she withdrew her hand and asked again:
“And what about your resurrection?”
“It’s a ritual I stole from a necromancer.”
Feilin looked reluctantly at Vivian’s hand before speaking.
“A few years ago, when I was active in Highcastle, I encountered a mad necromancer.” “He was obsessed with seeking death, spouting nonsense about how death pleases the gods.” “He ran wild through the city, killing people, hoping someone would kill him.”
“Then I took him down and stole this ritual from him.”
“It’s a vampire transformation ritual.”
At this point, Feilin lifted her chin and slightly opened her mouth.
Revealing two sharp fangs on her upper jaw.
“The effect of this ritual is to die and be reborn, while transforming into a vampire.”
She then opened her claws and drew a long cut across her own face.
But in an instant, the wound healed.
“So you’re just like me now. From now on, we’re sisters.”
“I’ve never met another vampire besides myself!”
Vivian said with some surprise, then copied Feilin by cutting her own face.
“Haha, yeah…”
Feilin forced a weak smile. She didn’t want to be a vampire at all…
From now on, she’d have to live by drinking blood, going out during the day would be a huge hassle, and her combat power would take a serious hit.
I can never again run freely on the streets like before…
Though she was a thief, she still had a public social identity and lived like a normal person during the day.
For example, she would dig up carrots in the fields, pick berries in the forest, and sell them at the market.
She also used to chase and play with other kids in the alleys.
But becoming a vampire meant she’d have to hide in dark corners for the rest of her life, watching others live happily.
I hate this kind of life!
“And what about that rift? Why did a scythe fly out of it to cut you?” Vivian continued asking.
“Huh…?”
Feilin suddenly looked at Vivian as if she were an idiot.
But then she remembered Vivian’s vampire identity and asked cautiously.
“Um, Vivian, have you been out of the world for a very, very long time?”
“No offense meant about your age.”
“I suppose… you could say that.” Vivian thought for a moment.
A hundred or two hundred years? Five hundred? Even a thousand.
She didn’t know exactly how long she had been buried underground.
“Then that explains it.”
Feilin looked as if a lightbulb had gone off.
“This goes back to a long, long time ago.”
“Two thousand years ago, after the Grey March.”
“To reclaim her head, Death Archon Leila signed the ‘Ilimdo Agreement’ with Elios.”
“The agreement stipulated that the Eternal School would withdraw from the world of Kailan and that no undead would be allowed to appear in the world anymore.”
Feilin explained to Vivian.
This was common knowledge in the supernatural domain—a lesson every beginner had to learn.
Everyone knew it, except for old fossils like Vivian from some unknown era.
“Then why are there still necromancers and vampires in the world?” After hearing this, Vivian was even more puzzled.
“Because Elios died…”
Feilin stated a shocking fact without changing her expression.