The commotion that Bai Xi caused in the Elemental Source Realm not only reached the seven gods, but also Ulysses. However, he was still busy reorganizing the affairs of the vampire clan and only sensed the disturbance for the time being, without immediately setting off.
Furthermore, he still had some doubts about the con artist, and now might not be the best time to look for her.
He thought he must have forgotten something.
Perhaps there are things related to the con artist in that blurred memory.
The book he saw in the library clearly did not record present history, but rather... future history.
And that phantom related to the con artist might not be the current con artist.
As for why he had this feeling, it can't be entirely considered speculation, but rather a kind of intuition. There are certain reasons why vampires have been able to spread and survive as a virus over a long period of time without being eradicated.
Therefore, he concluded that the con artist was a con artist from the future.
As for why his memory is unclear, that's another matter that needs to be investigated.
Besides that ruin, he has other places to look for clues. He has lived for so long, and besides the Thorn Castle, he certainly has other 'residences', but they were abandoned many, many years ago. Now he should probably go back.
He rubbed his knuckles, lost in thought.
Ulysses is currently in the castle of a vampire marquis, sitting high and mighty in the main seat, his posture lazy and arrogant, showing no respect for the castle's owner whatsoever, and of course, he has no obligation to do so.
Now that he was showing interest, the vampire marquis immediately noticed.
"Ancestor... are you planning to leave?"
He asked cautiously, his voice tinged with humility, fear, and a suppressed secret delight.
After the Vampire Duke's traitors were eliminated, the remaining vampire factions lived in fear, so much so that even the slightest movement from Ulysses made them uneasy.
They have never been a race that trusts or cooperates with each other; they only come together because of shared interests.
Now that Ulysses has returned, they are once again forced to have another 'boss', and a powerful patriarch who is ready to kill and eliminate dissidents at any time. No one can have an easy time with him.
Now that our ancestors are about to pass away, it would be happier to be able to relax a bit.
"Yes, I plan to leave, but you..."
Ulysses narrowed his eyes, his tone not exactly threatening, but merely glancing at him casually. The vampire marquis immediately cowered and knelt on the ground.
"Our ancestor, we will never be disloyal."
Praising loyalty is a tactic, but whether it's genuine or not, no one can say for sure.
But at least for now, it can satisfy Ulysses.
"very good."
He nodded. He himself was the epitome and embodiment of cruelty, so he naturally understood the race he had 'produced', and he didn't expect the vampires to truly submit.
Sometimes raising a pack of wolf cubs can be a pretty good thing.
However, since he was bitten by the wolf cub before, he needs to be more careful now.
Ulysses didn't listen to what he had to say anymore and flew away from the castle. For some reason, the swindler hadn't given him the coordinates for the 'Blood of the Night' that she had promised him. He planned to go to his old 'residence' to look for clues before going to find the swindler.
...
At the northernmost edge of the three kingdoms lies a continuous forest and rolling mountains, where peace reigns year-round, broken only by the occasional calls of birds and beasts.
Even though various ruins are frequently appearing on the continent of Coral these days, this place remains completely undisturbed, and even adventurers and mercenaries rarely set foot here.
When Ulysses arrived, night had fallen in the forest, and the shadows of the trees swayed in the moonlight, looking somewhat eerie.
The handsome vampire roamed the forest, heading deeper into the center. It had been so long since he left this place that he had forgotten why he had left in the first place. He only remembered that something unpleasant seemed to have happened when he left.
Even now, when he thinks back on it, the parts he doesn't remember still make him feel vaguely unhappy.
If it weren't for the illusion of the con artist, he thought he might never have come back in his life.
Under the moonlight, Ulysses finally approached the small wooden house surrounded by moss and vines. The stone path outside was almost completely covered by moss, but the wooden house and the small yard around it remained intact even under the erosion of time, only now they were enveloped in greenery.
Ulysses lifted his foot to approach, but paused a second before stepping into the courtyard.
"..."
He showed a thoughtful expression.
once.....
It seems like he set up a spell to prevent this place from being eroded by time and to ensure that it remains in its original state. But if he really cherished this place so much, why did he leave?
He couldn't remember.
It's a similar feeling again; only emotions are churning inside, while memories have been wiped clean.
He hesitated for a moment, but showed no intention of backing down. After a brief pause, he walked into the small courtyard and looked to his left. There was a beautiful wisteria swing and a small garden. It was summer, and the flowers were in full bloom, making the garden exceptionally beautiful in the lush green forest.
Inside the wooden house...
He didn't go in immediately, but stood outside the door for a long time, thinking carefully about what it looked like inside.
For some reason, he felt that there should have been a woman living with him here for a long time.
Because in the few memories he had left, that blurry figure had always been with him.
He took a deep breath, perhaps containing the truth he had forgotten.
Ulysses pushed open the door, and what came into view was very similar to his hazy memories, but it was much warmer inside, like a small home for two people.
"As expected... there should be a woman."
He frowned, wondering what he had forgotten.
The room looked like one that a human woman would decorate. Logically, a vampire like him, who pursued a noble life, should not be able to tolerate such an environment, but he actually felt nostalgic and reluctant to leave.
He walked quietly through the cabin until he found a letter on the table.
Ulysses remembered that he didn't have this letter when he left.
Perhaps... no... the truth should be inside.
His hands were almost trembling as he grasped the envelope and carefully opened it.
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