Seeing their actions, Flandre gave a thumbs-up in approval.
She then stood in place, waiting for the two of them.
"Father... is she looking for the people from Reunion Movement?"
Peter asked uncertainly.
Old Peter nodded, while he wondered what a Sarkaz Vampire was doing coming to Ursus to find the Reunion Movement.
He quickly thought of someone: Boczkowski, known by many in Ursus as "Patriot," a Wendigo and one of the Reunion Movement's cadres.
Old Peter couldn't find any reason for her to come other than to look for him.
"So, are we going to help her?"
Peter looked at the girl not far away, who had been standing there quietly smiling at them, yet making his skin crawl; he whispered to ask his father's plan.
"Where do you come from, Your Excellency?" Old Peter asked after thinking for a moment.
Hearing the older man speak a bunch of gibberish to her, Flandre felt a bit helpless and opened her mouth to respond in several languages she knew.
"I don't understand what you're saying. If you can understand me, please switch languages."
But clearly, both Old Peter and Peter himself only spoke the Ursus language, so they felt a sense of bewilderment after hearing Flandre's gibberish.
They immediately understood her meaning: there was a language barrier.
"What should we do?" Faced with this situation, the two were momentarily stumped.
"Let's take her with us; after all, she saved us," Old Peter said, gritting his teeth after thinking it over.
He didn't agree because he trusted Flandre, but because he had no choice.
Without a common language, he couldn't understand what she actually wanted to do.
Moreover, Vampires were recorded as being temperamental and extremely cruel.
What if she turned on them immediately if he refused?
Considering the reputation of Vampires on the continent of Terra...
Old Peter couldn't guarantee the outcome if he refused, so he ultimately chose to agree.
Once they found the organization, even if the two sides fell out, they could escape the Reunion Movement's punishment by using the language barrier as an excuse.
Seeing the old man point at her and then at himself before he and the youth began searching the bodies of the Reconnaissance Squad for items, she nodded.
The two found some thick undergarments from the corpses to put on, covering their scars and the exposed marks of Originium.
Then they packed up all the hand crossbows and short knives, picked up the men's water canteens and the Khleb they carried, and had a simple meal.
After eating, they nodded awkwardly at Flandre's speechless expression, shouldered the remaining supplies, and headed in another direction.
Because both were injured and carrying heavy loads, they didn't walk very fast.
However, Old Peter was clearly an experienced hunter; he led them to a hollow on the leeward side of a mountain.
Sitting there, their tracks wouldn't be easily discovered, nor would they be hit directly by the north wind; with the concealment of the forest and high mountains, it was a rare and safe spot.
Old Peter took out a lighter he'd swiped from a corpse to start a fire, then used the free coats they'd also swiped to shield the perimeter.
This not only made it warmer but also made it harder for the firelight to be spotted from a distance.
Seeing Flandre just sitting there motionless, Peter subconsciously handed over a piece of Khleb.
Looking at the dry bread that suddenly appeared before her, Flandre shook her head.
She had drained two people of blood yesterday, which was enough to sustain her without needing to eat for a long time.
Seeing his puzzled look, Flandre suddenly flashed a smile, then stared at his neck and deliberately gulped.
Remembering the stories about Vampires, Peter's face instantly turned white with fear; he trembled as he walked back to his father's side before feeling a bit more relaxed.
"Father, do those Vampires really drink blood?"
Peter asked after sitting down properly.
Old Peter had seen the scene just now; he could sense that the girl didn't have any malicious intent. To be precise, at the end, she looked like she'd pulled a prank and succeeded, very much like Peter's mischievous behavior when he was a child.
This put his mind at ease considerably.
"I don't know, but there have always been legends about Vampires drinking blood. I don't think it's baseless."
"Don't look at how small that girl is; neither her means of flight nor that Originium Arts that crushed people out of thin air are things an ordinary person can do."
"Don't think too much just because you look a few years older than her."
After Old Peter finished speaking, Peter couldn't help but blush.
He had indeed felt that her quiet appearance while sitting there was somewhat cute, which was why he'd dared to approach.
"Besides, we need to hurry and rendezvous with the Reunion Movement's group. George and the others are still over there; we have to find people to save them."
Old Peter's words made Peter's expression turn grave again.
Although they were incredibly lucky to have escaped and been saved, the others who went to the mine with them were still imprisoned.
Thinking of the miserable state of his comrades in that prison, he knew he couldn't stop yet.
After resting for the night, the three set out again the next morning.
Along the way, except for a few words exchanged between Old Peter and Peter, Flandre didn't say a single word the whole time.
It wasn't that she didn't want to chat, but she couldn't do anything about it until the language barrier was resolved.
At night, the three stopped again, but this time Old Peter didn't use any concealment like before; instead, he left the fire out in the open.
"We're only twenty kilometers away from the Reunion Movement's base. Logically, there should be outposts here; our fire will attract them."
"Regardless of what this Vampire wants, it's best to resolve it here."
Old Peter didn't want to be ungrateful for the girl's life-saving favor, but he also didn't want to bring an outsider into the Reunion Movement's base just like that. So he deliberately used this method, hoping to be noticed by the Reunion Movement's people.
Just as he said, the fire quickly alerted the nearby scouts.
The configuration of two men and one girl also quickly caught their attention.
"I know those two; it's the father and son, Old Peter and Little Peter. Didn't they go with the others to the mine to rescue the Infected? Why are only the two of them back, and why did they start a fire here on purpose?"
"I don't know about the one next to them, but what are those things sticking out of her back? They look quite pretty."