On the way back, Ye Bai didn't rest either, thinking about the precautions for passing the level.
Today, although his bloodline is still human, he has exploration progress in three factions.
"Something's not right. Since there's a human faction here, there should at least be human people in the castle, right?"
Ye Bai has been active in the castle for so long, but he hasn't seen any human NPCs!
There are no NPCs, yet a human faction exists; this is illogical.
Ye Bai was taken back to the hall where he had been waiting.
A maidservant rushed out, looking flustered, and said quickly,
"His Excellency the Duke said he would meet with you after the banquet begins."
"I have something very important to report to His Excellency the Duke."
With that, Ye Bai strode into the hall.
"Those who disobey orders will be killed!"
In an instant, the gargoyles on the wall came to life, flapping their wings and stirring up a whirlwind. The empty armor on both sides creaked and raised its weapons. The maids and guards' pupils narrowed, their eyes glowing red, as they stared intently at Ye Bai's neck.
This guy is a human, and he exudes a sweet and alluring scent.
They've been patient for a long time!
If it weren't for the Duke's orders, they would have devoured Ye Bai completely.
Now that Ye Bai has brought this upon himself... perfect!
Ye Bai raised his staff slightly, casting spells with incredible speed, and casually threw out two skills.
"Wind Fury".
"A single spark can start a prairie fire."
Sparks flew from a gargoyle's body, and before it could make any further moves, its health bar was emptied, and it exploded into countless fragments!
And those scattered sparks spread out like waves, just like the autumn wind blowing down a wheat field!
boom--
boom--
Ye Bai walked rhythmically into the hall where the Duke was.
Behind him, a series of explosions rang out, and the castle's most elite guards perished in the flames. The handsome man never looked back at the explosions.
No one survived.
They weren't even human to begin with.
That's alright then.
When Ye Bai burst into the hall, the scene before him still surprised him, even though he was somewhat prepared.
The duke, wearing a golden mask, lay unconscious beside the throne.
The Duke had a hole in his neck, and Count Dracula was sucking blood through the hole with a straw, which looked quite comical.
Ye Bai coughed lightly twice.
"Cough cough, you old codger, don't you think this is a disgrace to vampires?"
Look at other vampires—aloof, cunning, elegant...
Then look at Dracula, sucking blood with a straw, doesn't he feel ashamed of being a vampire?
This dungeon was truly ruined by three supreme experts.
"Kid, you're back."
Count Dracula, no, he should be called Marquis Dracula now.
"It's much faster than I expected. That idiot White Wolf didn't kill you?"
Clearly, the idea of sending Ye Bai to the dungeon came from Dracula.
He was the original owner of this castle, and even if his rank declined, he could still control everything.
If we could use the White Wolf King to kill Ye Bai directly, that would be ideal.
Even if that wasn't possible, Dracula had a backup plan: to knock the Duke down and suck his blood.
Blood is the best supplement for them.
Having consumed the Duke's blood, Dracula's strength was rapidly recovering.
Although his rank is only Marquis, his actual combat strength is far greater than that.
Even so, Dracula did not let his guard down when facing Ye Bai.
"We can continue to work together, can't we?"
Dracula wiped his mouth clean and began to speak.
"When did I start having memories? Let me think... Oh, it was when that man barged into the castle with a sword. He was the most rude guest I've ever met..."
When the word 'sword' was mentioned, Ye Bai noticed that Dracula's body visibly trembled.
Clearly, his second brother left him with a very deep psychological scar.
"I can't forget that sword light. It only took a moment. He only made one strike, but I felt like I was cut countless times..."
Fear flashed in Dracula's eyes, and he curled up, trembling on his throne.
Pitiful, weak, and helpless.
Ye Bai was very curious about what kind of memories would be left if he struck him with a bolt of lightning.
Suppressing his urge to attack, Ye Bai waited patiently for what was to come.
Dracula was clearly lost in his memories.
"I should have died after being slain by the sword light. But who knew I would come back to life the next day!"
"No one around me has any memory of it. The entire castle is covered with sword marks, yet they know nothing about it... From that day on, my nightmare has only just begun."
Dracula looked at Ye Bai again.
“I heard that a slave has also gone mad, constantly muttering things like ‘the same day over and over, Lord Nightmare.’ I once interrogated him, but he refused to say anything.”
Just as Ye Bai had guessed, Dracula was influenced by Wuhen.
"Until more than thirty years ago, I met that Taoist priest..."
Dracula paused abruptly, looked at Ye Bai, and extended his aged hand.
"Give me the Duke's blood essence, and I'll tell you what really happened."
Ye Bai was furious.
"With your lousy storytelling skills, you dare to charge others?"
With that, Ye Bai raised his staff, ready to slay the ghost.
"All you dogs, go to hell!"
"Wait! Everything can be discussed!"
Dracula was surprisingly cowardly, as if he could foresee the danger.
Clearly, that sword from over sixty years ago changed him too much.
He transformed from a cold, aloof, and powerful vampire prince into the person he is now.
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