"Don't try to act all high and mighty with me, I'm not buying it."
Lilia rolled her eyes rather unattractively with her charming eyes, seemingly disdainful of the old man's attitude.
"He's already a vampire, yet he still insists on saving a group of humans despite the Duke's pressure. What do you think he's trying to do?"
Her voice held a hint of playfulness, and she rested her chin on her slender arm, her eyes sparkling like a seductive vixen.
"Then, Miss Lilia, why didn't you report his unusual behavior to the Duke?"
The old man wasn't buying Lilia's act; he simply calmly countered with a question.
"Of course it's for fun!"
Lilia burst out laughing, doubled over with laughter at the bar, as if the question was completely meaningless to her.
Those in the tavern who looked in her direction could only see a stunningly beautiful woman in an exquisite and gorgeous dress, laughing heartily, but they couldn't hear what she was saying to the owner.
Many people are tempted to approach and strike up a conversation, but they inexplicably feel a pang of fear, as if there is a dangerous abyss ahead, and dare not actually get close.
“Miss Lilia, I still want to warn you that your attitude will bring you great trouble sooner or later.”
The old man frowned slightly; he seemed to strongly disapprove of Lilia's carefree and pleasure-seeking lifestyle.
“Otherwise what? You don’t actually think I love the Duke, do you? Whatever Sweet wants to do, even if the Duke dies because of him, it doesn’t matter to me.”
Lilia's smile vanished instantly, replaced by a mocking expression.
"Alright, old man, I just wanted to confirm with you what he's been up to behind the scenes. Since you're unwilling to tell me, I should go find some new fun."
She raised her long, slender arm and stretched lazily like a cat, her tone languid as if she hadn't woken up yet, or had just woken up.
"Aren't you afraid I'll tell others?"
The old man was helpless.
"I came to you precisely because you don't know how. I quite like a tight-lipped trash can."
Lilia watched as the old man blinked his big eyes, a hint of mischief and playfulness rising in them.
"I'm very sorry, Miss Lilia, I don't like you and I can't accept your confession."
The old man remained calm.
"Alright, then I'm going to find that lovely saintess to play with. Last time, she tricked me and surrounded me with her people."
"And that shady servant of hers is a very interesting opponent. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have been caught."
Lilia seemed disappointed, but quickly cheered up again, like a child who had found a fun toy and couldn't wait to get it.
Anyway, bye-bye.
Lilia turned and left gracefully, heading straight for the border city as soon as she stepped out of the tavern. Her whole being was filled with excitement or perhaps the joy of the hunt.
Inside the tavern, the old man stared in the direction Lilia had left, muttering to himself.
"Perhaps the resurgence of the Blood Ancestor is a good thing for vampires."
After an unknown amount of time, the old man's figure slowly began to change, eventually transforming into a handsome young man. If you looked closely at his back, you could see small, pure white wings resting on his shoulder blades; when unfolded, it was as if an angel had descended.
His eyes seemed to be surrounded by a halo, a pure white light radiating outwards in seven colors, as he gazed upon the world without any emotion.
If any members of the Silver Wheel were here, they would notice that his eyes are exactly the same as the Silver Wheel guild leader's eyes.
It is the same inorganic substance, and it contains no emotions.
Unbeknownst to many, the leader of the Silver Wheel, responsible for saving all races from peril, is the Archangel.
Legend has it that angels are responsible for the balance and operation of the world, representing fairness and justice. There are also rumors that angels are the attendants of the God of Light. But legends are just legends, and no one can prove or verify them.
In reality, the angels were merely cooperating with the God of Light, and they helped the God of Light when humanity was in a weak position.
Day after day, the young man fulfills his duty to prevent racial competition from leading to the complete annihilation of a particular race, including vampires.
Humanity was once weak and uncompetitive. The changing of eras was not the balance envisioned by the angels. The dominance of any one race could not make the world function properly, so the era of gods was born.
But now that the gods are asleep, the balance has been broken once again.
Humans have gradually become the most powerful race, relentlessly squeezing the living space of other races and severely impacting the order they were supposed to protect...
"The Holy Maiden of Light..."
He lowered his eyes, and in a daze, his voice dissipated into the air. He also disappeared from the spot, unnoticed by anyone.
Looking at the recliner, the boss was still sleeping there. After a while, the old man groggily opened his eyes.
He sat up, waited wearily for a long time, but no woman came into the tavern, so he slumped back down like Ge You.
"The little brat said she was coming to see this old man, but she stood me up."
He mumbled to himself and drifted off to sleep again, undisturbed by the noise and chaos of the tavern.
...
Meanwhile, Maggie is trying to lock onto the monster's Ash Core. The moving monster is different from the Ash Core lying quietly in her hand, making it a little more difficult to lock onto.
However, Maggie quickly adapted to the monsters' movements and found it increasingly easy to mark them.
"Your Highness! What you did was simply a miracle!"
The mage, who had just been trembling in fear of the saintess and dared not speak, was now flushed with excitement after successfully killing a high-level monster with a dust-level spell.
If it weren't Maggie standing next to him, but his comrade-in-arms, he might have jumped up excitedly and kissed his comrade-in-arms twice.
"That way, when the beast tide arrives, the pressure on the city defenders will be much less, right?"
Maggie turned to look at Charles, and the man, who had been quite calm, blushed slightly.
"Your Highness, it's fortunate that you led the team to the border."
He was sincere, without a trace of pretense. Sometimes Maggie admired people like Charles, who were so pure that it seemed you could see right through them, but unlike Ficklin, he didn't seem to have lost his mind.
If it weren't for the many troubles she had, I feel she could have been friends with Charles.
Maggie thought to herself thoughtfully.
"It's alright. Since the plan is going smoothly, I can rest now."
Maggie shook her head. Actually, locking onto the Ash Core wasn't that difficult. It was just that her situation was special, which allowed her to access the Ash Core. There was nothing to boast about.
Anyway, her purpose in coming here wasn't to help defend the city.
It was just on my way.
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