I Became the Progenitor Vampire

Chapter 109: Chapter 109: Oh My Goddess, I’ve Encountered This Race Again!!
 

Yisha sat inside the carriage, her small hands tightly grasping the corners of her own clothes, her eyes filled with intense curiosity as she sized up the outside scenery through the glass windows on either side.

The streets of Green City were far from as clean and tidy as those of Dawn City, with even the air slightly permeated by a hint of the sewage’s odd smell.

But even this scene was enough to pique the girl’s curiosity.

Through the glass window, the outside scene reflected into those red pupils.

Stores with their doors wide open on both sides of the cobblestone-paved road sold all sorts of items, both common and exotic—fruits, delicacies, clothing, and even weapons and armor.

The peasants walking by in their burlap clothes looked at the carriage with profound awe, not daring to come close.

Even as Frost Month approached, and the temperature plummeted, beggars in threadbare clothing still knelt on the street corners, pleading. The stench of their bodies instinctively repelled the people around them, and the broken half of a dark gray bowl contained only a lonely copper puck or two.

Accompanied by the clop-clop sound of the carriage moving, everything that just entered her eyes quickly receded into the distance.

For a girl who’d grown up amid hardships, the quick glance of these scenes was an undoubtedly novel experience.

She too often saw the noble lord’s carriages on the road but never dared look up, only stealing glances when no one was around after the carriages passed by.

The girl had fantasized countless times about what it would be like to sit in a carriage and look outside, and now that this fantasy had been realized, her initially shy eyes had become much bolder.

Lide watched Yisha leaning on the window with a faint smile and did not stop her, closing his eyes to enter meditation.

The Meditation Skill was a fascinating spell; this essential spell for all Mages can’t be solidified into a Magic Model, and it even isn’t listed on his attribute panel.

To meditate, one could only reconstruct the Meditation Skill’s Magic Model over and over in one’s mind.

Although it’s called meditation, in Lide’s eyes, it was more about exercising his spiritual power by constantly reconstructing the Magic Model, ultimately achieving the effect of boosting his Magic Value.

Somewhat similar to a warrior exercising muscles… Of course, Mages would never admit to such a vulgar comparison.

After a while, Yisha’s curiosity was satisfied. Feeling that Lide was meditating, she sneakily turned her head, resting her chin on a small hand and staring intently at the face she could never forget.

The clearly defined features of the face, impeccably handsome, blushed little Yisha as she gazed.

A deep sense of satisfaction shone through those ruby-red eyes.

Perhaps, the luckiest thing in her life was meeting Lord Lide.

Yisha would work very hard, hard enough to one day protect her teacher~

When Lide emerged from the meditation state, Yisha was already dozing off, her head resting on his leg.

Seeing the little girl with her mouth slightly open, Lide smiled softly and pinched her nose.

After the girl could not breathe properly, she quickly opened her eyes, her body immediately sitting upright, and with some panic in her voice, she said, “I’m sorry, Mom, I’ll get to work right away…”

Lide looked at that flustered face with a pang in his heart.

“Yisha~”

After hearing this call, Yisha finally woke up, and upon seeing Lide’s face, she gradually calmed down from her panic.

Her heart once again filled with warmth; Yisha wasn’t dreaming after all, she had met her teacher.

“Teacher, I’m okay, I just dreamed of Mom.”

Lide touched the girl’s head and said softly, “From now on, Yisha won’t have to live like before, not with your teacher here.”

Yisha stared at Lide, her eyes reddening, and nodded firmly.

When Lide took little Yisha down from the carriage, they happened to meet Spark, who was returning from outside.

In front of the White Tower, a group of nobles in lavish attire clustered around Spark, with seven or eight luxurious carriages parked by the road, clearly having just alighted.

At the center of the crowd, Spark, dressed in a black Mage robe, appeared completely different from a few days ago when he had met him.

His graying hair was neatly groomed, he wore a clean, tidy Mage robe, and his presence was impressive, even dazzling among the group of nobles.

This appearance was more in line with how Lide imagined a Great Mage should look, but having seen the elderly Spark at the Mage Tower, that image had long since crumbled in his heart.

No matter how dazzling the get-up, it was irreparable.

Sharp-eyed Spark spotted Lide leading Yisha down from the carriage.

“Kachar, come here!”

The surrounding crowd turned their attention to Lide at once when they heard Spark’s shout.

Everyone’s eyes were drawn to the semicircular embroidery on Lide’s Mage robe, indicative of the Advanced Mage status.

Advanced Mage?

How many Advanced Mages are there in Green City?

And who else could make Master Spark shout so rudely but one person?

Clearly, there was only one person, the genius mage who had recently become the talk among the Nobles of Green City—Lide Kachar.

This genius mage, who was said to be extremely disinclined to socialize, had decided to rebuild his family’s town… and that too during an orc invasion.

The news that came from the mouth of Rom, the steward of Alex Chamber of Commerce and the son of a Marquis, made many people take an interest in this Mage.

In fact, many were waiting to have a good laugh at him, thinking it a foolish decision to establish a town during an orc invasion.

What made Lide even more famous was that a few days ago, Master Spark, who had secluded himself for a long study of magic, suddenly announced that the Crimson Mage Tower would resume the production of Magic Scrolls under his directive.

This aroused the interest of many Nobles, who began to inquire about it everywhere.

Spark had once run a large-scale commerce operation specializing in the sale of Magic Scrolls, and he had established cooperation with many Nobles.

But twenty years ago, he abruptly closed his business and declared that he would no longer sell Magic Scrolls, perplexing many.

At that time, as Spark was already a Great Mage, no one dared question his decision, leaving the matter unresolved.

Yet unexpectedly, after twenty years, Spark decided to have his disciple restart the production of Magic Scrolls.

This news, doubtlessly, caused quite a sensation, and Lide, the direct creator of the Magic Scrolls, became the honey bread in the eyes of all Nobles.

No one dared to mess with the Crimson Mage Tower with a Great Mage as its patron, but cooperating with Lide was a different story.

Who was Lide? He wouldn’t show weakness in such a small situation, leading the slight-framed Isa forward with a faint smile.

He bowed.

“Good day, teacher,” he said, followed by a light smile to all the curious-looking Nobles.

“Good day to you all,”

None of the surrounding Nobles dared to be presumptuous and returned the gesture, pressing their hands to their chests.

“Good day, Mr. Lide,”

Spark saw this scene and scoffed contemptuously.

“Boring Noble games.”

After saying that, his eyes suddenly brightened.

Isa, lowering her head, came into his view.

“Who is this?”

His face then lit up with surprise.

“Such strong Magic Affinity, is this a giant dragon??”

“Kachar, who is this little girl?”

Hearing Spark’s exclamation, the group of Nobles shifted their attention to Isa, who had been looking down all this time.

Seeing this, Lide raised an eyebrow, turned his head, and smiled at Isa.

“Isa, don’t be afraid. With the teacher here,

you won’t need to look down when facing anyone in the future.

Trust me, lift your head.”

Lift your head.

The gentle words instantly gave Isa boundless strength; her gaze was lowered because of her red eyes. Her mother had repeatedly warned her never to look up.

That shallow-minded woman always believed that red eyes signified a Demon.

But now, another had told her she wouldn’t need to lower her head in the future.

Encouraged by Lide, Isa pursed her lips, her gaze a mix of timidity and firmness as she lifted her head in front of everyone.

The first thing she saw was Lide’s comforting smile, easing her heart.

She turned her head to look to the side, at a group of Nobles in splendid attire. She didn’t avoid their astonished looks; the figure at her side gave her infinite courage.

At this moment, the girl was no longer timid; she lifted her head just a little more.

What intrigued her was the odd expression in the old gentleman’s eyes before her, as if he had seen her before.

Isa felt a little nervous and instinctively grasped Lide’s hand tighter.

Upon seeing those ruby-like eyes, Spark’s face was utterly astonished.

“By the goddess above!! I can’t believe I have encountered this race again!!”