He stood at the doorway, leaning on his cane.
He calmly surveyed the crowd, who stood motionless like wax figures, and continued casually:
“I said, then let her suck my blood.”
The nobles were filled with suspicion about this suddenly appearing figure, glancing at each other in bewilderment.
Although the person looked somewhat familiar, they couldn't immediately identify him.
But nobody saw it.
The moment they saw the man walk in, Priscilla, standing behind them, suddenly froze in place.
It was as if an incredible person had appeared.
The power that had been gathered in his hand vanished instantly, and he involuntarily covered his mouth with one hand.
My body trembled, afraid that I would make any sound at this moment.
At this moment, facing these bewildered nobles, Victor smiled easily again.
"It seems you're not quite familiar with me now, so..."
Before he finished speaking, he gracefully removed his top hat.
Immediately afterwards, a sharp black aura swept up from all around.
Like dense, dark smoke swirling around, it shrouded the interior of the church in a somber shadow.
The once bright and dazzling church became dark and silent under the cover of black gauze.
As the rapidly swirling black storm suddenly erupted, the raging, pitch-black waves, like dark ash, whipped up the hems of the nobles' robes.
Until the darkness faded.
A man in a trench coat reappeared before them.
He had black hair, handsome and well-defined features, and a pair of obsidian eyes that radiated a cold light.
Let me reintroduce myself.
He had his hands in his pockets, a confident slight upturn at the corners of his mouth.
"I am Viktor—"
"Clavner".
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