Isn't this little guy adorable?

In human terms, how would you say it...right, male concubine!

Dracula carefully organized his thoughts and said...

"You killed a duke, which will surely alarm the higher-ups of the vampire clan, and they will send people down to investigate..."

Lilith said coldly,

"Who will kill whom?"

She was worried that the enemies around her were too weak and that her progress was too slow.

Dracula was both amused and exasperated, and earnestly advised...

"That makes sense, but what if the other side doesn't have any martial ethics and directly sends dozens of dukes, or even princes and elders, to besiege you?"

"escape."

Lilith's answer was simple.

"Escape, become stronger, and come back to fight."

Dracula: ......

"If you hadn't escaped, wouldn't you be dead?"

"I will not die."

"I mean, if! If! Suppose you encounter an ultimate powerhouse, you encounter the most forbidden prince among forbidden princes, Prince Cain, the Shadow Blood Ancestor, could you escape?"

"I've never played it, so I don't know."

"If you hadn't escaped and had died, wouldn't that be a huge loss?"

"...That makes sense, please continue."

"You're a genius, a genius among geniuses, even more brilliant than Cain. So time is on your side; you need to play it safe and develop your strength..."

"That sounds like a lot of trouble. Can't we just fight our way up to the strongest expert?"

"...Our vampire clan has no supreme powerhouse."

"I will be the first."

"Then you should cherish your life even more!"

"Using your brain is too much trouble."

"......"

"You tell me, I'll do it."

...

at the same time.

At a top-secret location, countless powerful figures were moving materials like servants, seemingly building something.

From the bottom, it should be the base of the tower.

However, it takes so many materials to build a tower.

Just how powerful is this tower?

Not far from the tower, a man of exceptionally handsome appearance, with a languid air that was both feminine and effeminate, sat on a throne, looking ahead with boredom.

He slightly opened his mouth, and with his slender hands offered a blood grape, which he then put into his mouth.

It melts in your mouth; it's the blood of the God of War who reaches the heavens.

The man shook his head, somewhat dissatisfied.

"It is far inferior to the blood of God."

Just when the man was incredibly bored, a message was delivered to him.

"Your Highness, a mysterious powerful figure has appeared in the northern forest, indiscriminately slaughtering powerful individuals from various races, including killing one of our clan's dukes..."

After glancing at the documents, the man raised his long eyebrows slightly, finding them somewhat interesting.

"Pass down the order."

The man's lips curled slightly upwards.

"Gu, Bei Shou."

......

(Bonus Chapter: The Old Thief wishes everyone a Happy Mid-Autumn Festival!)