A dim light spread in Erika's room. With the magic stone in hand, she activated the communication device she had received from Volfram, and the old general's face appeared in the orb.
"The deal will continue. My men are already present there. Do the exchange at the break of dawn day after tomorrow. The crowd from the festival will make it easier to handle."
"And the festival will continue? There's a vampire here, we have to stop it at all costs—"
"You don't worry about that, hero Erika."
Volfram's cold, indifferent voice was the same as always.
"I have already sent my knights. They will handle the situation. There is no need to inform a city that can't figure such stuff on its own. Anyway, didn't you say it refused to drink blood? The vampire's miasma can only cause so much trouble."
"But it can be pushed over at any time—"