Cyril was stopped, and the smile on his face turned a little ferocious: "Do you really think you can kill me by yourself?"
"We'll know if it works if we try it." As soon as Lin Su finished speaking, the dagger had already stabbed out.
Cyril dodged quickly at that moment, but some hair still fell down. He was surprised to find that the man was aiming at his head.
Lin Su missed the attack and blocked Cyril's claws, turning the dagger in his hand, with the sharp blade heading towards the wrist of his other hand.
Cyril withdrew his hand abruptly, and blood was already dripping down. He was disdainful at first, but now he knew that he was no match for his opponent.
What a horrible human being! If he could escape, he must not be allowed to live.
Turning his gaze, Cyril dodged another sharp attack when he saw Arnold standing worriedly at the door, and grabbed Arnold directly: "I got you!"
The weakness of human beings is that they care and have those stupid emotions, and for these stupid emotions, they will willingly put down the swords in their hands.
Arnold was panicked. Although his strength was no longer the same as that of humans, it was still unlikely for him to avoid the attack of the vampire prince.
The sharp claws grabbed the shoulder, and when a slight stinging sensation came, there was no further movement.
When he opened his eyes, he saw the dagger piercing his chest, with bright yet cold blood flowing from it.
Cyril clearly couldn't accept this outcome. His cheeks and hair were dry, but his eyes were struggling to move downward, staring at the sword tip that pierced his chest, puzzled. "My life, my eternal... life."
Even his voice became hoarse and old in an instant. This change made Arnold take a deep breath, and his whole body trembled as he pushed the man away tremblingly.
The death of the vampire in front of him might be the situation he will face one day.
"Are you okay?" Lin Su asked after taking a look at Arnold's condition.
"I'm fine." Arnold crossed his arms and said, "Thank you for saving me again."
The person in front of him is the one who makes him feel alive and like a human being.
Yizhelai looked at Cyril's miserable condition, with only a coldness in his eyes. The fate of the vampires all ended like this. Perhaps one day he would also sleep completely in the ground in this state and never wake up again.
"Master, Cyril failed." The butler said to Celt who had been motionless for a long time.
The shock in his heart was indescribable. The first time he was shocked by that human was in his master's own castle, and the second time was here.
At that time, the ancestor's strength was greatly consumed, and it was very powerful to intercept a full-strength attack, but this was different from killing a blood prince lightly.
Not only is his power not inferior to that of the ancestor, but it is even stronger. Such a human being is a threat to the existence of the entire blood clan.
"Yeah," Celt responded, not caring about Cyril's death. He stared at him for a long time and said, "Who is that vampire named Arnold?"
The housekeeper was a little confused: "This is a vampire that Lin Su rescued on the road and had just been embraced for a short time. Is there something wrong with him?"
The master has always hated vampires. He treats them like ants on the roadside and doesn't even look at them, let alone ask about them.
"He seems to care about him a lot." Celt remembered the moment when Lin Su's dagger slipped out of his hand. That sword took Cyril's life, but also saved Arnold's life. It can be seen how anxious this man was.
He was even mad at Cyril for what he had done to that vampire!
The housekeeper was a little confused: "It seems so."
The smile on Celt's lips deepened, and he turned his head and said with a smile, "Who do you think is prettier, me or that vampire's?"
The housekeeper always felt that this smile was a bit dangerous, and quickly lowered his head and said: "Of course you are beautiful, how can he compare to you."
Celt gripped the tree trunk tightly and asked, "So if humans were to choose a mate, would they choose someone who was good-looking or someone who was soft and fluffy?"
Why would a butler study the principles of human mate selection? But if the master asked him, he would answer: "Humans like good-looking people. The more capable people are, the better-looking their partners will be."
Such a criterion is not necessarily accurate, because humans have different perspectives on choosing a partner. Some like this type, some like that type, but he always feels that the owner will definitely like this answer.
Celt was indeed in a much better mood: "Well said."
How could that little rabbit type compare to me?
Cyril failed directly and had no chance to capture Ian afterwards. Celt took a look inside the room and turned to leave, but disappeared from there in an instant.
Lin Su felt the vibration of the talisman, turned his head to look at a big tree in the distance and chuckled.
"Did Mr. Lin encounter anything happy?" Arnold looked at him and asked.
"Yes." Lin Su looked at his injuries and confirmed that with his vampire constitution, he could recover quickly. Then he stood up and drew his sword. "The follow-up of this vampire is also in your hands."
Even if this vampire is dead, some hatred will not disappear with the passing of life.
Arnold looked up at him and replied softly, "Thank you."
There is probably no other person in the world as gentle as Mr. Lin.
Lin Su didn't say anything, stood up and left through the door.
It is definitely not a trivial matter for the blood clan to lose a prince who can take charge. However, compared with the fear of humans, the blood clan is more concerned about fighting for the ownerless sphere of influence. No one minds having a larger hunting ground.
However, during the fight between the various parties, these vampire leaders discovered that Celt, whose face always showed his desire for power, did not take any action. Was he seeking more or was he not interested?
No matter how I think about it, it can't be the second one.
But Celt really has no interest at the moment. His territory is already large enough. In the past, he would have fought for it, but now he has no interest in it.
"That Arnold is a vampire. Do you think he will feed that vampire his own blood?" Celt asked while sitting behind the table.
When he thought of that possibility, he felt a strong urge to kill the vampire.
The housekeeper had been experiencing this kind of question quite a lot recently, and answered seriously, "No, Mr. Lin is not that kind of person."
"He has strength comparable to the ancestor of the vampire clan. It seems extremely easy for him to choose another lover." Celt continued.
He has always been confident in himself, but when he met that man, this confidence seemed to have suffered an unprecedented blow.
He cared about the way the man looked at him, and his kiss always appeared in his mind, one was suppressed, and the other was full of the sweet and fishy taste of blood.
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