"You don't hate him?" the butler asked. He understood by looking at the slightly sarcastic smile on Celt's face. "Yes, I will definitely convey it as you wish."
There are many branches of the vampire clan, and Cyril is the owner of another clan, but the scope of his influence is different from that of the Celts.
As for the reason why the master hated him, it was because that guy was lustful and had always coveted everything of the master. However, their strength was similar, so it was difficult to determine the winner.
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In the room filled with the scent of heather, a shirtless man sat up from the bed, left the boy who was transforming into a vampire, and took the letter handed to him by the servant.
He was handsome, with long, slightly curly blond hair draped over his arms. His reddened eyes reflected the laziness and weariness of recent satisfaction, yet a hint of brutality could not be concealed. "Is Celt finally going to lower his noble head?"
"Alan said this is the condition for his cooperation." The servant said with his head down.
Cyril opened the letter and laughed twice when he saw the contents. "Is it so easy to snatch something from the First Ancestor? They're using me, Cyril, as a pawn."
"Alan also said that if you can help, his master will agree to anything you want." The servant added.
"Anything?" Cyril couldn't help licking his lips. He held his mouth and said, "Celt is indeed much more charming than those humans."
But although they are both princes, Celt's own strength is superior to his. A beautiful rose is protected by countless steel thorns, which makes people marvel and unable to get close. The closer they can't get, the more likely they are to miss it.
Any matter, naturally including that kind of thing, the smile on Cyril's face was almost greedy: "A human in exchange for a prince's lover, it's really good."
If the rose is willing to walk out of the steel thorns on its own, such a flower will surely be very sweet and juicy when it is trampled on nearby.
"Go tell him I agree to this agreement." Cyril picked up the clothes that had fallen on the ground and put them on. He glanced at the disheveled and pitiful boy lying on the bed and said, "Throw him into the woods."
These things that have been tasted no longer have the value and deliciousness of the first time.
"Yes." The attendant replied cautiously.
The city-state of Barron fell into silence late at night. It was the seat of the second largest church. Even though it was not as safe as the Central Church, it was safe enough for people to close the doors and windows and have a good sleep.
Ian is currently unaware of the arrest. He doesn't go out often. When he stays in the villa, he has Lin Su's protection. The mithril talismans everywhere outside are enough to dissuade a large number of vampires. When he goes out, Yi Zhelai follows him secretly. It is nothing but a daydream to want to snatch people from the ancestor of the vampires.
Late at night is the time when vampires are most active. Yi Zhelai was fiddling with the toys made in Lin Su's newly opened factory. Vampires have a long lifespan and are quite bored most of the time, so it is rare to find something interesting.
Ian was lying next to him. He was sleeping soundly, having just had his blood sucked by Yi Zhelai. He turned over carelessly, and his slender arm rested on his legs. He muttered a few words: "Yi..."
Humans are really fragile. A larger wound or disease is enough to take their lives. The young man in front of him is even more fragile in heart. He is afraid of being abandoned by his fellow vampires. He is really lonely to a terrifying extent.
"Yi..." Ian hugged her tighter.
Yi Zhelai brushed away his bangs, touched his delicate cheek and said, "I'm here."
Human life is short. Considering that he is so well-behaved, it is not difficult to accompany him until the end of his life. It is just a moment anyway.
Suddenly, there was a faint knock on the door. The person outside said with obvious attention, "Master, a new vampire has been discovered."
It was Arnold's voice outside.
Yi Zhelai is in charge of this matter, and of course all situations must be reported to him.
Yi Zhelai stood up and opened the door. The young man standing outside was tall and straight, and his appearance was almost completely changed compared to when he first came here.
With sufficient blood and the power to constantly adapt, he has obviously become accustomed to the transformation from human to vampire, but he still has a fear of his own bloodline.
"Where is it?" Yi Zhelai asked with his head down.
"It has been brought back and is in the lounge." Arnold said, making way for the passage.
Yi Zhelai nodded and left with him as he closed the door.
The young man, hugging himself, was trembling on the carpet in the lounge. "I'm not a monster. I'm not... I didn't sell my heart to... the devil."
This was the first reaction of many humans who became vampires. Arnold glanced at the young man and it was as if he saw himself back then. "Master, his name is Casey. He was found in Roland City-State, right after the First Embrace."
That is, he has just been transformed into a vampire.
"The territory of Roland City-State also belongs to Cyril." Yizhelai said.
"Yes, most of the recent discoveries are in the same area." Arnold asked, "Master Ancestor, are you sure..."
Before he could finish his question, Yi Zhelai's nose twitched suddenly, and he turned and scurried towards the stairs: "Not good."
It's the smell of vampires.
It's very rich, and the power is at least at the prince level.
Celtic? Not that one!
In Barron's city-state, Celt stood on a high roof, looking at a place in the city and said with a smile: "Cyril should have started to act."
"He may not succeed alone." The butler said respectfully standing behind him.
"So let him go first, and we'll follow." Celt smiled and straightened his clothes. "Come with me and watch the show first."
It was really refreshing to think about the vampire who dared to covet him being beaten worse than a dog.
After a few jumps, he was already not far from Lin Su's villa. The housekeeper followed quietly, although a little slower, but not a step behind.
"It's really high-quality blood." Cyril stood by the bed and licked his lips while looking at Ian who was sleeping soundly.
It looks good too, you can try it before giving it to Celtic.
But now is not the time. Although the ancestor has left temporarily, the five senses of the vampires have always been quite sharp.
Just as Cyril was about to pick the man up, he felt the sound of wind by his ear. He subconsciously dodged and looked at the wall again, only to find a dart firmly stuck in it.
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