CHAPTER 30: HELLO, TOMB OWNER, I AM YOUR GRAVEDIGGER

In the gloomy darkness, a strange light sound came from inside the coffin.

(Click.)

It seemed like someone was gently tapping, or perhaps someone was feebly scratching with already worn down nails.

Inside the coffin, there was someone.

There was still a living person!

At this moment, under the influence of the surrounding environment, Herbert couldn’t help but raise his eyebrows, taking a sharp breath in.

"Hiss!"

He swallowed and whispered tremblingly, "There’s... there’s a mummy."

Uh-oh.

Tomb raiding and encountered a mummy!

Herbert wished he could just turn and run... but of course, that wasn’t going to happen.

There was definitely something alive in the coffin, or perhaps dead?

Who knows how vampires should be classified, right?

By now, Herbert could easily guess that the coffin before him belonged to the second prisoner held in the Prison of Darkness.

Clearly, Svanni the Grand Mage, who secretly controlled the paths of the Prison of Darkness, did not wish to see him.

Compromise.

But without fully conceding, just compromising a little.

Svanni herself didn’t want to see people, so she pushed out the other roommate as a shield.

[Bloodfaller], [Patricide], [Prince Blood] - Eliza Fat

A fierce alien race imprisoned simply for the title "Vampire Prince," with no famous battle achievements or records in the human world.

Herbert looked at the gothic-style black iron coffin, feeling a bit sentimental: "Vampire Prince... just hearing the name gives a feeling of a fantasy world."

Like "The Hero Who Was Forced to Leave the Party and Awakened the Blood Race Princess Sleeping for Three Hundred Years in the Underground City," or "Being Smitten by the Vampire Prince, I Can’t be the Hero"...

Whether the content is reliable or not, as long as the name is long enough, someone will want to read it—I just want to see what kind of stuff is written with such a long name!

(Click.)

"Well, it probably won’t unfold as ridiculously as those novels, and I wonder what her personality will be like. Is she easy to trick... easy to talk to?"

(Click!)

"What if she’s also an autistic child like Svanni? Then wouldn’t I find it very difficult to conquer this area?"

(Click, click...)

Herbert thought for a while, suddenly realizing something, and turned back to look at the unmoving coffin with some puzzlement, tilting his head.

"Eh? So slow."

"I’ve been waiting for her all this time, why isn’t she coming out yet? She wouldn’t be shy, would she?"

He watched silently for a while, and only after the sound from inside the coffin completely disappeared did Herbert confirm a very important thing.

It seemed like the vampire didn’t want to come out, but couldn’t actually do so.

Was she too weak?

Knock, knock.

Herbert knocked on the coffin again, asking tentatively, "Um, need any help?"

What responded to him was a succession of knocks.

(Click, click, click...)

From the frequency of the knocks, it was clear that the person inside was really anxious.

Even though the vampire didn’t speak, Herbert could already hear a string of phantom calls—help me! Help me! Help me!

"Alright then."

Given the current situation, their first meeting might not be as legendary as in fantasy stories.

But from another perspective, it was indeed quite legendary.

Have you ever seen a story where the male protagonist helps the female protagonist dig a grave?

Hello, young lady, I am your gravedigger!

Herbert did intend to help, but a new problem arose.

"Speaking of which, how am I supposed to help you?"

He looked at the black iron coffin, which was at least three meters long and two meters wide, then looked at his own small arms and legs, his mouth twitching slightly.

"Is it push, or pull, or lift?"

Friend, is your coffin sliding lid or flip lid?

Herbert struggled for quite a while before the coffin lid barely moved, revealing a very tiny gap.

The gap was really small, probably only a few millimeters wide, just enough to fit a sword blade inside.

Herbert hesitated for a moment but did not use his sword as a lever.

Such an operation was still a bit too extravagant.

Better wait for me to find a real Physics Holy Sword...

And just when Herbert was about to leave to update his equipment, the vampire, silent for a long time, finally spoke:

"...Blood."

"Give me... blood."

The extremely weak voice floated out from the gap in the coffin, hearing it alone made Herbert get goosebumps.

"Help me, give the blood to me..."

An ancient presence in the coffin softly called out, trying to get the outside person to give her some help.

"Help me!"

"Drip the blood on top!"

"Save me!"

"I will surely repay you..."

The voice of that woman was ageless, the only thing lingering in the ear was hoarse and rough, like two sheets of sandpaper constantly rubbing, making one’s heart feel eerie.

Yet at the same time, the voice seemed to have a strange magical power, making Herbert irresistibly want to follow her words.

[Draw your sword!]

[Drip the blood into the coffin!]

The vampire didn’t explicitly say it, but these three voices kept echoing in Herbert’s heart, tempting him.

"..."

Gradually, all expressions disappeared from Herbert’s face, his eyes dull and lifeless.

He raised his hand to the sword hilt, slowly pulling it from its sheath.

Swish—

The vampire seemed to hear the outside sound, knowing it was the most critical moment, increased the intensity of the call.

"Come!"

"Come help me!"

"Good kid, quick come... ah!!?"

The person in the coffin let out an exclamation of surprise.

Because the mortal did come to the coffin as she expected, but did not follow her instructions to cut his wrist.

Instead, he... stabbed a sword into the gap of the coffin!

Clang—

The sharp sword blade without any deviation pierced straight into her chest!

"Cough!?"

With the unexpectedness, the little remaining blood coughed out from her mouth, hastily sucked back by Eliza as it scattered.

My blood!

The vampire, already weak, became more feeble, her mind full of question marks.

No, how did he do that?

The vampire couldn’t help but quickly ask, "What, what are you doing?"

To this, Herbert smirked and naturally responded: "Don’t you need blood? Isn’t this me helping you?"

Damn it!

I want your blood!

Not for you to help me like this!

Until this moment, Eliza never doubted her hypnosis ability, only thinking that the mortal’s thought process was a bit abnormal.

But Herbert did not intend to continue the act.

Enough playing along, acting too much becomes boring.

He spoke directly: "Vampire lady, do you know that we could have communicated nicely, but you chose to provoke me instead."

Herbert currently hated "others trying to spiritually control him" second, only after "being crushed."

No more toleration.

While Eliza hesitated, Herbert said indifferently, "By the way, didn’t you want my blood?"

"Alright."

"I’ll give it to you."

Herbert grabbed the sword blade stuck in the gap!

Slit—