Midnight had passed, yet the lights remained brightly lit in a small, unassuming two-story building in Balin City. The interior, however, exuded a lavish and opulent atmosphere entirely different from its exterior. Among the various pieces of gold-plated and diamond-encrusted furniture, the most eye-catching was a massive black-gold wood bed on the second floor, with a blue steel stone pillar at each of its four corners. This bed occupied the central position of the second floor, its four pillars reaching towards the ceiling, seemingly supporting it or perhaps trying to pierce through it. The bed was crafted from a single piece of black-gold wood, the kind reserved for chieftains of orc tribes, and was over two meters in length and width. Embroidered sheets from the Eastern Continent, a cashmere mattress from the West Coast, and a velvet quilt identical to the current Empress's.

On one side of the large bed lay a muscular, handsome man, completely naked. One hand was inside the bright blue down comforter, kneading it incessantly, where the body of a stunningly beautiful elf lay. The elf, also completely naked, with white hair and blue eyes, writhed on the bed, seemingly both coquettish and showing off her exquisite figure.

"Ugh, let me sleep a little longer... um..." The woman's voice was soft and seductive, and with a soft moan, the man jumped up and pounced on her again.

Sudden.

Bang bang bang, thud thud thud, boom boom boom!

The knocking grew more urgent and louder, interrupting the man and woman's good mood.

The man's face turned fierce. He suddenly jumped off the bed and appeared at the front door of the small building.

As the man approached the door, he was about to scold her when he suddenly froze.

The door was blasted open with tremendous force, and the man's anger surged up, only to recede like a receding tide. For the person who had entered was none other than his mother, Hamelin.

Hamelin was dressed in a form-fitting black evening gown today, as if she had just come from some banquet.

The man was taken aback, but Hamelin looked him up and down, still naked, and slapped him hard across the face.

The man was terrified and ran back into the house like a gust of wind. He put on some simple clothes and stood respectfully at the door on the first floor.

Hamelin didn't approach. She stood in the middle of the courtyard, saw the elf peeking out from the second floor, and snorted coldly. The elf was so frightened that it quickly withdrew its head.

Where is your brother?

"Rosen took his newly transformed vampires out hunting. Lately, all the vampire hunters in the city have inexplicably gone out, and Rosen wants to take this opportunity to have a good meal..."

"I don't know why?" Hamelin raised his eyebrows, his tone quite unfriendly.

Cold sweat beaded on the man's forehead, while the elf on the second floor had already wrapped herself tightly in the blanket, curled up on the bed, head down, trembling.

"It's said that... it's about hunting down a vampire who's disguised as a vampire hunter..."

When a woman narrows her eyes, a man knows it's an extremely dangerous sign.

The man suddenly knelt down, gasping for breath, and cried out, "Mother, Mother, I will investigate and find out the truth right away. Please give me a chance."

Hamelin suddenly gave a sad smile, "Alright, alright, it just so happens that your brother is already dead, so naturally I'll give you this opportunity."

The man shuddered, staring at his mother in disbelief. Rosen's brutality and bloodlust had forged his immense strength; even his mother might not be a match for him. How could this be…?

There is a slight connection between the vampire who transforms and the one who is transformed, but female vampires are generally more sensitive and intense to this connection.

At the banquet today, Hamelin was joking with several ladies when she suddenly felt that she had lost contact with one of her sons. Realizing something was wrong, Hamelin quickly left the banquet under the pretext of feeling unwell and went straight to her eldest son, Debenny.

"Do you know where your brother went?" Hamelin asked.

Because he was busy with the auction house, Debbie rarely paid attention to his brother's vampire army, and was completely clueless when suddenly asked.

"I'll go find my brother right now." Debini saw Hamelin's eyes narrow again, hurriedly stood up, and rushed out of the yard.

Debbie was a lucky man. His parents died in the war when he was young, and he was taken in by his uncle who worked in a circus. He worked and learned in the circus in his early years, but he didn't learn any magic tricks. However, he developed well and gradually became a charming man who could warm up the audience with his muscles and blond hair. As he grew up, he made full use of his physical attributes, spending his free time mingling with wealthy women with some spare cash. He lived a carefree and happy life.

Until one day, he mistakenly seduced Hamelin. When he woke up, he had become Hamelin's "son".

After being transformed, Debini initially believed that his masculine charm had conquered this noblewoman who appeared to be around thirty years old. However, the reality was incredibly cruel. For fifty years, Hamelin used the power of bloodline suppression to control, torture, and train him, turning him into her completely loyal servant, both physically and mentally.

Those days were actually very difficult. But Debbie was an optimistic person, and he later realized that the most important thing in life is to live easily and freely; dignity and shame are all superficial things. So he not only fully adapted to his role, but was even able to exceed expectations in his performance.

Debbini went to the bar where his brother often hung out. Usually, his brother would leave one or two henchmen there to keep watch, and they would never leave, no matter how late it was.

Today was a little different; the bar was already closed, which was quite unusual. Usually, Rosen's underlings would be running the bar late into the night, while the real bartenders would go to sleep early. If there were customers, someone would serve them, and they wouldn't get paid a penny—they were working purely out of love. Naturally, people were happy to let them handle it.

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