Chapter 67: The Ancient Scroll and the Dark Castle

*Weapons made of silver!* 

If fire was something vampires feared, silver was downright deadly to them! 

While the "devil" was still reeling from the shock, another arrow struck its body, sending blood splattering. 

The "devil" roared in fury, its rage spiraling out of control. As it dodged the silver-tipped arrows, it rammed into the bikes, forcing the torch-wielding riders to keep their distance. 

Finally, it shot a hateful glare at Wild Wolf, who sat astride his crimson motorcycle, and seized an opportunity to break free from the encirclement. 

With speed like the wind, it raced into the night, its dark figure quickly disappearing into the shadows. 

Wild Wolf didn't order a pursuit—it would have been a reckless move. 

The Night Clan erupted into cheers, celebrating their successful repulsion of the "devil." 

But Wild Wolf felt no joy. Not only had they lost a comrade, but he also realized that the ** "devil" was undeniably a vampire. Yet, for years, Rosewood Town had been free of vampires who hunted humans so brazenly. And this one hadn't even used its supernatural abilities, suggesting it wasn't particularly powerful. 

After the initial excitement died down, the Night Clan members sobered up. The victory couldn't mask the grief of losing a friend. This was, after all, their first true battle. 

Blondie, holding a ** , asked, "Boss, what do we do now?" 

Wild Wolf thought for a moment before replying, "Prepare garlic wreaths. Have the women hang them at their doorways. Everyone with silver—whether it's jewelry, utensils, or candlesticks—melt it down and craft it into weapons. Collect axes, bows, knives, and coat their sharp edges with silver. We need to be ready for anything." 

"Boss, do we need crosses too?" Blondie asked. 

" ** ! Rosewood doesn't have priests or pastors. Unblessed crosses are just decorations. You've been watching too many movies! Stick to the old methods!" Wild Wolf snapped. 

"Yes, boss!" Blondie replied respectfully. 

Wild Wolf recalled the teachings of his father and the ancient scrolls passed down through generations. 

He had never thought he'd actually need this knowledge. When he formed the motorcycle gang and trained its members in formations, he'd drawn from those ancient notes on cavalry tactics, simply replacing horses with bikes. At the time, it had felt like an experimental game, nothing more. 

Who knew it would prove useful today? 

As he thought about the young girl in his arms—facing a ** vampire at such a young age—Wild Wolf's eyes darkened, and he made a decision. 

"Get to work immediately and strengthen patrols moving forward. I'm heading to the castle," he ordered. 

With that, Wild Wolf revved the engine and sped off toward the castle, the girl still cradled in his arms. 

It was only then that Blondie, slow on the uptake, noticed the figure in Wild Wolf's arms. *Isn't that Streamlight? Why is the boss taking him to the castle?* 

Scratching his head, Blondie gave up trying to figure it out. 

*Whatever the boss says is right. Whatever the boss does has meaning.* 

Above, the moon hung in a crescent. 

Beneath its pale light, the crimson motorcycle raced through the night. 

Soon, it left the residential area of Rosewood Town. In the distance, Wild Wolf could see a mountain peak where a dark castle stood, a place he had always known existed.