The Return of The Lord God Chapter 15: 101 to 110, a manhua/chinese comics/漫画 fanfic

Legend has it that a long time ago, Cain, the origin of the Blood clan, was cursed to be the only vampire, and he felt lonely. So, he gave birth to offspring with the witch, Lilith. Cain and Lilith fell into eternal sleep soon after giving birth to thirteen offspring.

These thirteen offspring were the second generation of the Blood clan, who in turn gave birth to thirteen third generation vampires, the Antediluvian.

The third generation created the most glorious history in vampire history. They were the most powerful, the gods of war of the Blood clan. They did not care about bloodlines, and rose up to kill the second-generation vampires, putting them into eternal rest.

The Antediluvians, also known as the Ancients, created indelible legends among the vampires. However, they soon went separate ways, and created thirteen clans.

After that, they not only created their own offspring, but also began to take in humans, turning them into servants of the vampires and making them their puppets.

With the passage of time and an insatiable greed that could not be filled, the Ancients were no longer satisfied with their small territories.

A new round of civil war began within the Ancients. In the midst of this civil war, nine of them fell into eternal sleep, and the most powerful one became the Blood King, defeating all his peers and starting a centralized monarch system.

Three Ancients remained under the Blood King, and they were crowned Princes who enjoyed three huge territories. Under the Princes came Elders, Lords, Dukes, Marquises, Vincounts, Barons, commoners, and servants in descending order.

The Blood King had the most power in the Bloods, with the three Princes next in line.

The thirteen clans had also been divided into three factions under the three Princes due to the eternal rest of the nine founders: the Conservatives, the Neutrals, and the Hawks (i.e. the Radicals).

After thousands of years, the vampires were now in their fifteenth generation, but the most powerful were still the Ancients. And because of the uncontrolled reproduction of the vampires, more half breed Bloods started coming into existence.

As the years went by, the Blood King and the three Princes were on the verge of eternal rest and gradually lost control over vampires.

Without the restrictions imposed by the Blood King and the Princes, the Blood clan laws gradually became weaker, and chaos reigned. The vampires were now like wild horses that had gone off the rails and were constantly eroding and infesting the human world.

In addition to feeding on the fresh blood of human beings, they were constantly turning them into inhuman beings.

In order to fight against them, two professions of alchemists and priests emerged.

The alchemists used the method of violence against violence, summoning evil spirits from hell to tear the vampires apart and eat them, and the souls of those eaten by the evil spirits would be dissipated.

Contrary to the alchemists, the priests used the power of light, which has the power to purify not only living creatures, but also vampires. When the vampires are purified, their flesh dissipates with the wind, and their souls are freed.

Most alchemists were from private organizations, usually the Alchemist's League, which had rewards for tasks that alchemists did, and they earned a living from this.

The priests were mostly from the royal orthodoxy and were formally trained and assigned to the various churches.

Alchemists were divided into: King Alchemists; Grand Alchemists; High Alchemists; Intermediate Alchemists; and Junior Alchemists.

The priests, on the other hand, were divided into: the Pope, twelve Cardinals, and bishops; senior priests; intermediate priests; and junior priests.

The Alchemist's League and the Church were at odds with each other due to their different professional attributes and class status. Priests were lofty, and hated alchemists; alchemists, on the other hand, saw themselves as liberated by nature and resented the hypocrisy of the priests.

For a thousand years, the two groups fought each other while killing the vampires, without getting a clear winner.

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Under the huge sycamore tree, Yaphisor sat on the grass, hugging his knees, his eyes glancing through the History of the World in front of him, turning the pages with one hand and clutching the sterling silver cross necklace hanging from his neck with the other.

His brow furrowed, but Yaphisor's thoughts, which seemed serious, flew off somewhere, as if they had grown wings.

Seeing his dazed look, Yaphisor's friend Cusi was amused, and he secretly made a face behind his back, sneaking around to Yaphisor's back with the intention of scaring him.

Just as his hand was about to touch Yaphisor's shoulder, the dazed Yaphisor's hand passed like a flash of light without looking back, and before Cusi knew it, he was thrown a few metres away from Yaphisor.

"Ouch, my priestly ass." Cusi rubbed his throbbing buttocks, his face scrunched up into a twist.

Yaphisor froze, his hand clutching the crucifix tighter as he gave his hand a puzzled look and said helplessly, "I told you not to casually approach me, Priest Cusi."

Cusi gave Yaphisor a disgruntled glare and grumbled, "Priest Yaphisor, why are you so strong these days? Have you been secretly practising some kind of alchemy? "

"No, no, no, I don't practice alchemy, I don't know what's going on either."

He really didn't know what was going on.

He didn't even know who he was, okay?

When he woke up, there were memories of Yaphisor in his head, but it was like they were written on a piece of paper for him to just read.

He knew all about Yaphisor; he knew what Yaphisor's best friend's name was; he knew Yaphisor's personality; he knew Yaphisor's likes and dislikes; but all of this was just imprinted in his mind in the form of words; there was no image at all.

He felt that he was not Yaphisor, and he even felt that he did not belong in this world in the first place.

But even though he had this doubt, he was able to call out his close friend's name naturally when he saw Cusi. He could also use light spells freely, but why did he think he was not Yaphisor?

Rubbing his head, which hurt slightly, Yaphisor gathered the indifference on his face and displayed a slightly timid expression, "I, I didn't mean to. Are you alright?"

Cusi gave Yaphisor another puzzled look.

There had been something strange about Yaphisor for the past few days, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what it was.

He was still the same cautious and timid Yaphisor, and he was still the same little priest with mediocre ability who could only recite a few low-level light spells.

He shook his head to shake off the doubt in his head. Maybe Yaphisor was experiencing adolescence? He was already sixteen years old, anyway.

Covering his butt and walking up to Yaphisor, Cusi casually swiped the History of the World from in front of him and said, "Come on, the Lord Cardinal just sent out an emergency summons, I don't know what the big deal is. All the other priests are there, so let's hurry up too."

Yaphisor searched his memories before recalling who this Cardinal was.

The city where Yaphisor was located was the central holy capital, which had a sanctuary in which, in addition to a pope, there was also a cardinal archbishop.

The Pope is usually reclusive and only appears once a year when the Divine Liturgy is held.

**Liturgy is a customary public worship performed by a religious group,**

His spokesman, Cardinal Calmeron, was responsible for all matters of the Holy City.

Just now, Cardinal Calmeron had issued an urgent summons for all the priests of the Holy City to assemble.

Thinking back on what had happened, Yaphisor's slightly dazed eyes regained their sparkle for a few moments, and he looked up at Cusi, "Okay, let's go."

Cusi nodded and handed the book back to Yaphisor, who tossed it into the magic pouch at his waist, and the two of them headed for the sanctuary.

Yaphisor was now only a junior priest, while his friend Cusi had already passed the exam for an intermediate priest because he was so enlightened and had officially become an intermediate priest.

It was not too difficult for a junior priest to ascend to the intermediate level, but it is very difficult to ascend to the senior level, and there is an almost insurmountable gap from the senior level to the bishop, so most priests reach their cap at the senior level.

The two used an acceleration spell on their feet, and they arrived at the entrance of the sanctuary in just a few moments.

The square inside the temple was now occupied by priests. When the Cardinal saw that almost all the priests had arrived, he raised his scepter to the sky, and hundreds of huge translucent mirrors appeared in mid-air.

The mirrors all contained images of the local churches. These mirrors were for mutual vision, a type of light spell that allowed them to see each other's side.

At that moment, the local churches had gathered their priests together and were waiting for the Chief Cardinal to give the word.

When the Chief Cardinal saw that all the churches had assembled, he cleared his throat and said, "My dear priests, the reason why we have gathered everyone today is that there is an extremely important matter."

The Cardinal was already in his fifties, and the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes trembled as he spoke. His eyes were kind, but his voice was serious, "The vampires are unscrupulous, and just last night, they had the audacity to take Grand Prince Wales."

At the Cardinal's words, there was a shocked clamor among the priests.

The Cardinal reassured the crowd and continued, "I have called you all together today in the hope that you can set out to find the captured Grand Prince Wales. To safeguard the honor of the royal family, you must do your utmost to bring back Grand Prince Wales safely! "

He paused for a moment before saying, "The Pope has also promised that whoever can bring the Grand Prince Wales back to the royal family will be the next Chief Cardinal!"

The Next Cardinal Chief!

Once again, there was a clamor, and more raucous screams erupted from the congregation of priests.

The emperor was old, the eldest prince Wales was a righteous man, and the acting emperor had ruled the country well, so he was the next rightful heir.

By taking Prince Wales captive, the vampires had taken the next king of the Empire captive.

This was why the Temple had offered such a generous reward. They were trying to save not just a human, an imperial son, but the future of a nation!

"Not only that," continued the Chief Cardinal after a pause, "because there is only one position for the Chief Cardinal, the other magi involved in the escort can each receive a copy of the Great Light spell scroll from the pope."

The Great Light Spell Scroll!

This is another great blessing!

Light spells are not free to learn. Primary spells can be found everywhere and can be learned at will, but as you move up in rank, some light spells can only be interpreted by those of the appropriate rank.

For example, the Scroll of Light can only be read by an intermediate-level priest, so a junior priest has no right to do so.

The Great Light Spell is the most desirable of all the spells, and it can only be read by the Pope; other priests do not have this right.

Even if one could not become a Cardinal, it would be worth it to obtain a scroll of the Great Light spell!

The Chief Cardinal interrupted the clamouring priests for the third time, "The vampire came and went without a trace, and His Holiness has used tracking techniques to discover that Prince Wales's scent is moving to the west."

After conveying the Pope's words, the Chief Cardinal took a final look around the mirror images and the square in front of him and let out a long sigh, "I hope you will not delay and move out immediately. One more day of delay means increased danger to Prince Wales. "

The message was transmitted to the other churches through the mirror, and the chief cardinal raised the sceptre in his hand again, mouthing a few words of incantation before putting away the mirrors and turning to walk towards the sanctuary.

Seeing this, the congregation hurriedly put their hands on their chests and bent down in respect, saying, "Greetings to the Cardinal."

After sending the Cardinal away, the priests did not leave but gathered in the small groups they usually interacted in.

The clothes of the junior priests were of ordinary linen, black in colour, simple and frugal, but not losing their generosity.

The clothes of the intermediate priests were a light green, with the crosses of the church emblazoned on them.

Those of the senior clergy were pure white, with a gold pattern embroidered on the hem and sleeves.

The texture of the bishop's garments changed from then on, and not only were they ornate and expensive, but the patterns were also elaborate. The bishop's garb was also white, and, although it is the same colour as that of the high priests, one can tell a bishop from a distance. The bishop's collar was inlaid with gold, and the style was loose yet dignified, with elaborate floral patterns around it.

The robes of the twelve cardinal archbishops are of magnificent red colour and are decorated magnificently and majestically.

The Pope's robes are pure gold, the ultimate in luxury and nobility.

As a result of the stark contrast in clothing, the disparity between the small groups is also revealed.

The friends of the senior priests are usually senior priests, as are the intermediate ones, while the junior ones are the most numerous, but also the least.

If the vampire was able to get through all the layers of guards and get Grand Prince Wales out of the palace, he must not be an ordinary person, and if they allied themselves with a junior priest, they would only be held back.

The situation was that the junior priests wanted to lean on the senior priests, but the senior priests did not intend to take them.

Cusi looked around, snorted disdainfully, and went to Yaphisor: "Yaphisor, if the senior priests don't take us, we won't follow, so let's form a group to find Prince Wales."

"But there are only two of us," Yaphisor said, without thinking.

Cusi looked around at the heated chatter and poked his mouth into Yaphisor's ear and said, mysteriously, "Don't worry, we have another teammate. Follow me."

Without another word, he took Yaphisor by the arm and ran out of the sanctuary.

Yaphisor, who was following Cusi, was slightly startled to see the direction they were going, but at the same time felt that it made sense.

The direction they were running in led to the Alchemists' League, and he even felt that Cusi was destined to become entangled with the Alchemists.

The two of them ran for a while, and as they neared the Alchemist's League, Cusi pulled Yaphisor into a sudden dash and turned into a narrow, dark path.

The path was narrow and dark, with little light, and from here, one could see the dark road outside, which now looked a little blurry.

After running into the dark alleyway, Cusi let go of Yaphisor and propped himself up on his knees to catch his breath before taking an organ from his pouch and playing a melody.

Yaphisor did not feel the slightest fatigue and glanced at Cusi, his face hidden in the darkness, indifferent.

When the song was over, Cusi put the organ back in his pouch, and Yaphisor saw a dark shadow suddenly emerge from the ground in front of Cusi.

As the black ink-like substance emerged from the ground and upwards, slowly gathering to form the outline of a man, and as the silhouette blended once more, it eventually became a tall man dressed in pitch black attire.

The man was dressed in tight, dark leather armour with a shirt loosely tied around his waist. And on the man's arms, legs, and chest were wrapped metal gauntlets; this was an advanced alchemist.

When Cusi saw the man, his eyes lit up, and he said happily, "Orvis, it's been a long time."

The man named Orvis glanced at Cusi and smiled, "It's been a long time, Cusi."

Cusi patted Orvis on the chest and said excitedly, "I didn't expect you to rise to Senior Alchemist so quickly."

"You're not bad either. The last time I saw you, you were still a junior priest, but you're an intermediate one."

The two of them were talking and laughing, seemingly forgetting about Yaphisor, who was hiding in the darkness.

Yaphisor couldn't help but sneer in his heart, and his feet deliberately shuffled together with a movement.

Cusi's attention snapped back, and he asked, "Orvis, have you heard about the vampires taking Prince Wales hostage?"

Orvis nodded, "The story spread through the League early this morning, and the League Master, who rarely appeared, personally convened a meeting of alchemists, calling for everyone to retrieve Prince Wales, and the reward for this task is quite generous."

Cusi nodded, "So did our sanctuary. The rewards were simply ridiculously high. By the way, do you have a teammate yet? "

Orvis shook his head, "I've always been a loner, I don't have any teammates at the moment."

"Since you don't have any teammates, how about teaming up with the two of us?" Cusi's eyes lit up even more at that.

It was only then that Orvis looked at Yaphisor as if he had just discovered his presence. He looked out of the corner of his eye at the junior priest who had hidden in the darkness, and after some thought, nodded, "Yes."

Cusi's eyes almost completed an arc of delight at this; "Then can we depart tomorrow?"

Orvis shook his head, "No, wait. Let the larger groups go first and help us scout ahead. That way, we can avoid any ambushes along the way."

"Right, right. You're so smart! " Cusi looked so jubilant that he could almost be described as dancing with his hands.

As Yaphisor looked at the interaction between the two, he had a feeling that the trip was going to be exciting!

Two days later, Yaphisor, Cusi, and Orvis set off after the rest. Yaphisor did not have anything to bring with him, and the three rode three horses in no hurry as they headed west.

Along the way, they saw several tracks of priests or alchemists. The footsteps looked quite disorganized as if they were being chased by something.

When he saw these disorganized footsteps, Orvis dismounted and checked them out. When he got back on his horse, he simply said, "It's the thirteenth generation," and went on his way again.

Perhaps the vampires had already swept through the area, as the three of them didn't encounter any danger on their way.

After a day of walking without stopping, it was almost nightfall when they reached the entrance to the forest.

Looking at the gradually darkening forest, Orvis stood at the edge and did not go in, saying, "It is too dangerous in the forest. We will camp at the edge of the forest tonight."

Cusi seemed to trust Orvis, and when he heard Orvis say this, he nodded and said, "Okay. Yaphisor, we will rest here for the night. "

Yaphisor didn't mind. He nodded timidly, "Okay."

The three of them didn't build a fire to prevent detection, so they ate a light supper, and Orvis said, "The three of us will take shifts in case of a night attack by the vampires. Cusi, you will be on from 10 to 1, I will be on from 1 to 4, and Yaphisor, from 4 to 7. Any objections? "

Cusi and Yaphisor shook their heads at the same time, and Orvis then said, "All right then, the horses are tired after a long day's walk. Cusi, you're on first duty. I'll rest, but remember to wake me up at one o'clock. Yaphisor, you get an early night too. "

Yaphisor nodded and fell into sleep.

It was night when Yaphisor suddenly awakened by a jolt. His body remained motionless, but his eyes abruptly opened.

The scene in front of him nearly made him scream; not far away, two figures stood interlocked front to back, one of them with his head close to the neck of the one in front of him.

It was Cusi and Orvis!

The surroundings were dark, but Yaphisor could make out the scene before him.

Cusi's eyes were tightly closed and his breathing was even as if he was still in dreamy sleep. And Orvis, who had seemed all right during the day, now showed his sharp fangs and his eyes were a ghastly blood red.

Orvis was a fourth-generation vampire! The strongest vampires after the third generation!

Suppressing a fierce heartbeat, Yaphisor slowly closed his eyes and rolled over naturally, turning his back to the two men.

Orvis was a fourth-generation Blood, but he had somehow managed to hide his scent and blend into the human world. No wonder no vampires attacked them along the way. Which vampires would come out to cause trouble with a fourth-generation vampire, and which vampire was above the fourth generation aside from the princes and the Blood King?

As Yaphisor thought of this, he felt a cool breeze blow in his ears. He loosened his brow and suppressed the urge to open his eyes.

It was not until the cool breeze had left his side that Yaphisor breathed a sigh of relief and slowly opened his eyes.

But in front of his eyes was a pair of magnified scarlet eyes!

Seeing Yaphisor open his eyes, Orvis chuckled and whispered, "Little worm, still pretending to sleep?"

The Bloods were handsome and arrogant, priding themselves on their nobility and comparing humans to worms.

Yaphisor was not surprised to find that he could not hide from Orvis, and his eyes only flickered with initial surprise before gradually returning to indifference.

Slowly sitting upright on the ground, Yaphisor glanced at Cusi in the distance.

Cusi's chest was rising and falling evenly, and there was even a faint snore coming from his place, showing how soundly he was sleeping.

Just moments before, when Orvis was sucking Cusi's blood, Yaphisor had not been the least bit worried.

Deep in his heart, he knew that Orvis would not harm Cusi and that he would send Cusi to the papacy.

These were things he was not supposed to know, but he took it for granted that this was how the world was supposed to go.

…

—The new Pope Cusi, clad in golden robes, stood at the top of the ladder looking down on all life, his light brown pupils smiling knowingly as he locked eyes with Orvis, dressed as the King Alchemist beside him.

…

"I am a close friend of Cusi's, and he will not forgive you if you hurt me." Yaphisor looked at Orvis with unblinking eyes, but out of the corner of his eye, he looked at the dark forest behind him.

Orvis chortled, "What business is it to me if you disappear for no reason?"

"I'll scream. You don't want to alert Cusi, do you? Let's make a deal: you let me go. It's none of your business whether I'm dead or alive, and I've never seen you like this before. I know nothing. "

Orvis' scarlet eyes showed a look of disdain as he glanced contemptuously at Yaphisor and nodded, "Fine, I promise you. But you can only go in that direction." Orvis' raised finger pointed to the dark forest.

Yaphisor thought for a moment and nodded, "Okay, a gentleman's word is a promise. I will leave now. "

With that, Yaphisor stood up and headed for the dark forest.

Orvis stood beyond the forest and looked at his fading figure. A wicked smile appeared at the corners of his lips before he leaned down and drew a magic formation on the ground.

As his palm left the ground, a horrific, green-faced, fanged demon with a pair of horns on its head slowly rose from the formation.

The demon took one look at the summoner, half-kneeled on the ground, and placed his right hand on his left chest, saying respectfully, "Master, what is your command?"

Orvis pointed to where Yaphisor had slept, saying, "Take a whiff and go and eat him; he is your tonic tonight."

The demon's eyes lit up, and it jumped over to where Yaphisor had slept and sniffed. Then it turned around and eagerly run into the dark forest.

…..

—Yaphisor ran wildly through the forest in panic. The demon behind him was in hot pursuit, and it opened its fangs and snapped at his neck. Yaphisor didn't even have a chance to wail before his vocal cords were snapped and he lost consciousness.

The demon ate not only Yaphisor's flesh but also his soul. After tasting this magnificent feast, its scarlet tongue licked the corner of its mouth, and it left satisfied

.…

The next day, Cusi awoke from a sound sleep, rubbed his neck, which was itching from last night's mosquito bites, and asked Orvis, in confusion, "Where is Yaphisor?"

Orvis shook his head, "I don't know. I went to sleep after the change of shift."

Cusi frowned slightly, but relaxed again after a moment, "There's no sign of a fight here, and Yaphisor has always been timid. He probably saw all the bones along the way and was afraid, so he deserted. Don't worry about him; let's move on. "

…..

Yaphisor coldly looked at the huge demon that was catching up with him, indifference in his eyes.

The demon let out a snort of sharp laughter, opened its bloody mouth, and lunged at him.

Yaphisor stretched out his arms and clasped his palms together, releasing a white holy light from them.

The demon touched the light, and the contact was as painful as a burning flame. Before it had time to wail, Yaphisor sprang up like a black panther, a lightsaber in his hand.

The lightsaber slashed at the demon's neck, severing its vocal cords and throat before it had time to scream.

With a loud bang, the huge demon turned into countless pieces of black dust and dissipated into the air.

Putting his lightsaber away, Yaphisor frowned and looked around.

In his memory, he was supposed to be cowardly and weak, so he presented himself to outsiders as he remembered.

But in reality, he was not timid or weak, he was so strong that he was even afraid of himself. He had mastered almost all of the great light arts, both at the intermediate and advanced levels.

However, he had searched his memory to find out how he had mastered these light arts, but there was no trace of it.

Having easily killed the intermediate demon, Yaphisor looked around.

Dark clouds covered the only moon in the sky, and the only sounds in the dark forest were the swish of leaves and a few owls hooting from afar.

Looking around at the identical landscape, Yaphisor shrugged and picked a random path.

After walking for about half an hour, he suddenly stopped.

His steps were suddenly blocked by an invisible barrier, and as soon as he took a step across it, he noticed a faint change in the scenery. Taking a step back, the view changed again to what it had been a moment before.

He reached out and touched the barrier that cut through space, and a white light gradually spread from his hand.

Since he had reached the level of a pope, he could recite the incantation for all light spells below the Great Light spell.

He flattened his glowing hand and slapped it forward, only to see a faint white ripple spread out to both sides, with his palm as the centre.

It was like the spreading of ripples on water, the very manifestation of an enchanted boundary.

After testing the boundary, Yaphisor had an idea in his mind.

He added to the light spell on his hands, and this time, an intense white light glowed from both hands.

Both palms turned into claws, and both hands clenched slightly as if they were grasping something and yanked to the sides.

As he did so, the transparent barrier once again appeared as a white ripple, and the landscape changed dramatically in the middle of where he had torn it.

The barrier was torn open, and Yaphisor nimbly burrowed within it. And as he did, the boundary closed again.

It was still dark outside, but the space after the boundary was very bright.

Instead of a forest, there was a huge cave, surrounded by crystals and diamonds that emitted a white light, making the cave bright but not blinding.

After walking for a long time into the cave, he stopped in his tracks when he reached the hollow of the cave.

Before his eyes was a pure white, crystal coffin!

The coffin was leaning vertically against the corner of the wall, the crystal reflecting the light of the surrounding luminous crystals, making it look as holy and exquisite as a dream.

For a moment, Yaphisor was dumbfounded, but he shook his head and resumed his steps to go in front of the coffin.

When he saw the person in the coffin clearly, his body shook and froze.

What a holy, perfect man this was!

His fair cheeks were as soft and delicate as condensed milk. His long light golden hair glowed like the sun in the light of the crystal, yet while the sun's rays were too harsh and hot, the light from this man's hair was soft and gentle.

His face was as delicate as an angel's, no, his face was more delicate and perfect than an angel's. His golden eyelashes were as dense as brushes, his features were sharp and angular, and his lips were sensually thin, with a beautifully curved and perfect chin.

Yaphisor's eyes flickered slightly as they met his ears, long and pointed but beautiful. But weren't these ears characteristic of vampires?

The man in this coffin was a Blood! A Blood who has been asleep for who knows how long.

The moment he realized this was a vampire, his heart began to beat wildly, and a strong voice in his heart kept crying out, "wake him up, wake him up, wake him up for sure!"

Yaphisor shook his head, shaking away the thoughts in his head. But still, he stretched out his hands and slowly opened the lid of the crystal coffin to one side.

With the lid open, Yaphisor, who had only been able to observe his face through a layer, was able to see this beautiful man's face at a closer distance.

His hand unconsciously touched the man's fair cheek, and it felt even better than he had imagined.

He stroked the man's face in fascination for a while, tracing the curves of his face with his hand involuntarily sliding down to the man's sensual lips, gently tracing the perfect shape over and over again.

Such a beautiful man to be a Blood.

Yaphisor sighed in his mind as his hand gently flipped the lips open, trying to find further evidence of being a Blood. Once he saw the sharp fangs on either side of his teeth, he was completely convinced that this man was indeed a vampire.

Yaphisor suddenly hissed and withdrew his hand with an electric shock.

His finger had been cut when he was looking at his teeth, but he did not believe that his finger had crossed the other man's sharp teeth.

He hurriedly took the bloody finger into his mouth and was a little afraid.

If a Blood fell into eternal sleep, he would never wake up again, just like a human death.

This one, with his cold but soft skin, must not have fallen into eternal sleep, but merely slumbered. Rumour has it that a long-sleeping vampire is easily awakened by appetite, and there are even rumours that a newly awakened one has a voracious appetite!

Yaphisor was in a trance for a moment, when his keen sixth sense suddenly detected a hot gaze staring at him, making his scalp tingle.

Swallowing hard, he looked up stiffly and saw a pair of eyes as blue and deep as a vast ocean, but now they were staring at him unblinkingly.

Yaphisor:"… er, hi, hello."

The man who opened his eyes heard Yaphisor's voice, and his delicate features shifted slightly to reveal a light smile, "Little one, did you wake me up from my slumber?"

Although this man seemed gentle and harmless, the powerful pressure emanating from his body still made Yaphisor wary.

Yaphisor hurriedly waved his other hand, clutching the cross on his chest, "I am very sorry; I did not mean to intrude into the boundary, and I did not mean to offend you."

The blue eyes moved from Yaphisor's face to his fingers, the tips of which were still dripping with blood from the point where his fang had pierced. With a soft roll of his throat, the blonde man stepped out of the crystal coffin.

Yaphisor's body involuntarily took two steps back, tilting his head to look at the tall, handsome vampire.

When the man was standing in the coffin, he hadn't thought of how tall he was, as the coffin was slightly tilted back. But when the man stepped out, Yaphisor realised that the man was nearly two heads taller than he was. The top of Yaphisor's head, at 5'2″, only reached the beautiful man's sturdy chest.

"Curtisno Von Laus Vander." The blue eyes looked down for a moment at the dark-haired boy in front of him and suddenly said a name.

Yaphisor let out a "Huh" and tilted his head to look at him, "What?"

In a rare moment of good nature, the man repeated, "Curtisno Von Laus Vander is my name. You can call me Curtisno too; it's a right I've given you. "

When the man said the last word, the name "Curtisno " was suddenly engraved in Yaphisor's mind, and he rolled it in his throat, almost naturally, as if he had been born to say the name.

Looking at Curtisno in confusion, Yaphisor asked, "Why is that?"

Instead of answering him, Curtisno returned his gaze to his fingers.

Without warning, Curtisno suddenly bent over, wrapped his arms around Yaphisor's waist, and lifted him with ease. Startled, Yaphisor hurriedly said, "Curtisno, what are you trying to do?"

Curtisno let out a soft laugh and whispered, "Don't resist; wrap your arms around me, love."

Yaphisor, who was still at a loss, unconsciously wrapped his legs around Cortisno's waist, and his arms went around his neck.

Yaphisor was shocked, "What the hell is going on here?"

Still not answering, Curtisno felt Yaphisor tighten his grip around him. Curtisno wrapped one hand around his waist and the other switched to resting on the teenager's ass.

With the slightest pressure, his five slender fingers sank into Yaphisor's elastic flesh at the waist through his shirt.

Surprised by the feeling in his hand, Curtisno squeezed twice more before lowering his head to rest on Yaphisor's beautifully curved neck.

A tingling pain shot through his neck and a desperate thought came to Yaphisor's mind.

The Bloods were greedy for blood, especially human blood.

What's more, this was a hungry vampire who had just woken up from a deep sleep. Even if he didn't die, he would be assimilated into a blood servant by this vampire.

A desperate thought flashed through his mind, and another feeling overtook it.

His consciousness, which had begun to blur with the loss of blood, had gradually been replaced by another sense, an emotion he had never felt before.

Pleasure, excitement, tingling, trembling, a feeling he didn't even know how to put into words; all he wanted to do now was open his mouth and moan in pleasure.

He thought it in his mind, and he did so.

With his arms hanging weakly around Curtisno's neck and his mouth making kitten-like mewling moans, Yaphisor's pale green eyes narrowed slightly and a look of pleasure mixed with lust crossed his face.

Just as he thought he was about to die in the ultimate sensation of pain and pleasure, Curtisno withdrew his fangs.

The stunningly beautiful Curtisno looked steadily at the lost expression on Yaphisor's face, and his heart, which had been dormant since birth, suddenly shook.

With a few steps, he carried Yaphisor to the crystal coffin, and with a twist, he pressed Yaphisor into it.

His left hand, which was still holding the boy's ass, slowly slid into the wide priestly garment and directly touched the tender and beautiful body.

The touch on his hand was many times better than through the clothes, which made him very fond of it.

His other hand, which was holding the waist, withdrew as he looked into Yaphisor's misty eyes. With wickedness, he suddenly brought his fingers up to Yaphisor's face, his voice low but seductive: "Take it and use your tongue."

Yaphisor's eyes were misty and his pink lips were slightly puckered. He heard Cortisno's words, and once again his body leaned forward uncontrollably, taking the index finger directly into his mouth and lapping it up with his tongue like a kitten.

The warm, moist tongue swept over his finger, and Curtisno was even more excited.

The hand that was resting on Yaphisor's ass became even more reckless and began to slide deeper.

The roots were violently teased, and Yaphisor suddenly jolted, his eyes, which had been dazed, suddenly clearing. With a loud cry, two white flashes of light suddenly appeared in his hands, and he pushed Curtisno back by four or five steps.

A look of surprise appeared in Cortisno's eyes, "The power of light? Have humans mastered the power of light? "

As the surprise faded, his eyes were replaced by amazement. "Little one, I never thought you would have such power. I'm so surprised."

Yaphisor lost Curtisno's support and abruptly slid out of mid-air to sit at the bottom of the coffin. His face was flushed and his lips were slightly parted as he gasped for air. "You, fucking rogue!"

Curtisno raised an eyebrow and said, "Good boys are not allowed to swear."

Yaphisor grunted, "You won't let me? You vampires bully people too much, you fucking retards! "

A look of surprise flashed in Cortisno's eyes once more, and he narrowed his eyes as he lowered his voice once more, with a commanding tone that could not be disobeyed, "Meow like a cat."

Giving Curtisno the look of a fool, Yaphisor's expression was cold, but he didn't say a word.

Seeing this, Curtisno tsked twice and walked back and forth around the teenager crouching in the coffin before asking him, "Are humans' mental powers now strong enough that they can resist me?"

Yaphisor no longer replied, but merely held an indifferent face.

Seeing that Yaphisor was ignoring him, Curtisno was not annoyed.

He took a few steps closer to the teenager and then walked up to him, crouching down. Curtisno suddenly placed his hand on top of Yaphisor's black hair and laughed, "If you won't answer, I have a way of knowing."

The moment Cortisno's hand was placed on his head, countless text-like memories replayed in his mind like a roller coaster, about the history of this world, the strife of the Blood about the development of humans, Yaphisor 's life experiences, and why he had barged in here before. Looking

through all the memories, Curtisno let go of Yaphisor's head and gently tousled his soft black hair instead, saying, "Poor little fellow."

Yaphisor strung out some of Cortisno's list of actions from beginning to end, a complex look of shock flashing through his eyes, "You can do mental attacks?"

The most terrifying attack power in the world is a mental attack; it kills people invisibly and cuts their minds right down.

Not only that, but a powerful mental attack can also dominate others' brains, making the onlooker involuntarily obey the caster's orders.

It can steal people's memories and thoughts, control their actions and sway their preferences.

But there are very few psychic attackers in this world. In his perception, only the Blood King, who has stepped through the blood of others for thousands of years to reach the throne, is a psychic attacker. The reason why he became the Blood King was also inseparable from his mental attacks.

But the name of the Blood King is not written in the book as Curtisno, not to mention that the description of his face is different.

The Bloods are handsome, but they call themselves the nobles of the night, the lords of the darkness. The darker their hair, the noble they are, and the purer their bloodline. Their eyes are scarlet, and they are feared by all who see them.

But this one was pure and powerful, but his hair was a light golden colour, like sunlight, and his eyes were a blue colour, like a lake, which was different from how pure bloods looked.

But if he was mixed blood, his power was a little too great. Even Orvis, a fourth-generation, who had chased him, was not even a hundredth as powerful as the man in front of him.

Curtisno von Laus Vander? It was a nobleman's name.

Unable to guess the identity of the vampire in front of him, Yaphisor had to ask, "Who are you?"

After digesting the memories stolen from Yaphisor's mind, Curtisno looked at Yaphisor and said, "I am the head of the extinct Vander family, the second generation of vampires, Curtisno von Laus Vander."

—-Orvis travelled with Cusi, and at night, after Cusi had fallen asleep, he went alone to the enchantment he had found during the day.

Opening it with all his might, Orvis saw a clear vision of the cave. Illuminated by the crystals, he went deeper into the cave and saw the angelic beauty of the sleeping man.

After tapping on the crystal coffin a few times, Orvis found no sign of the man waking up and opened the lid.

He took a deep breath, and his blood-red eyes showed surprise when he smelt the great power emanating from the other man.

How tempting was it to find a powerful ancient vampire in deep sleep?

Licking his lips with his, Orvis summoned a demon with an alchemical array, which, upon hearing the command, immediately stepped forward and swallowed the man into its belly.

The demon let out an excited cry of joy, but before it had time to finish rejoicing, a bright light slid through its neck and the demon was instantly dead.

Seeing the demon fall to the ground, Orvis reabsorbed the demon's power into himself using the forbidden art of alchemy.

The power of the beautiful vampire was then assimilated by Orvis with the demon's absorption.

He felt full of power as soon as he absorbed the power of the beautiful vampire.

…

Because of Yaphisor's disappearance, the journey turned into a companionship between Orvis and Cusi.

Orvis was distracted by the fact that the demon that had gone to track down Yaphisor the night before had not returned. These demons had been bred by him. The demons had not only not returned, but their scent had disappeared.

Had someone saved Yaphisor? Who killed the demon?

Although it was only an intermediate-level demon, its ability was equivalent to that of a senior alchemist or a senior priest, and Yaphisor alone was not capable of resisting the demon's pursuit.

Would Yaphisor reveal his secret to anyone else? Or will he keep his word and tell no one?

Humans were treacherous and cunning, and as long as Yaphisor remained alive, he would not be able to rest easy.

Cusi saw Orvis' distracted look and asked suspiciously, "Orvis?"

Orvis looked back and smiled, "Nothing, just wondering if your friend might have been taken by the vampires."

"I don't suppose so?" Cusi said without thinking, "If he came across a vampire, he would have warned us at the first opportunity. And there are no signs of a struggle on the ground. "

"You're right," Orvis sighed in relief, "we'd better hurry. Even without your friend, who is only a junior priest and can't even pronounce some of the spells clearly, our fighting power won't be weakened much. "

Cusi nodded. "Yaphisor is like that; his battle power is at the bottom among priests."

"Then why are you still willing to partner with him?" Orvis asked Cusi.

"I am his friend, and I see he's been bullied a lot in the church. It's quite sad." Cusi shrugged, "I just didn't think he'd be a bit less of a friend this time and run off on his own."

"Cowardly, not worthy of a friend, and it's good for you to see him for what he is now."

Cusi frowned slightly and pondered for a moment before finally nodding, "You're right."

The two men were in no hurry, walking at an unhurried pace. Orvis gave a sudden lurch and stopped in front of a large tree.

Cusi advanced two steps and then fell back, turning his head and asking, "What's wrong?"

Orvis shook his head, "Nothing, let's keep going. There should be someone not far ahead. It's just that alchemists and priests are mortal enemies, and with the two together, running into them may lead to a verbal altercation. "

Cusi was dreading this too, and he hurriedly said, "We had better hide far behind them for the time being, lest we cause unnecessary strife."

Once the two men had discussed the matter, they walked more slowly.

As night fell, Cusi used a light spell to set up a barrier against vampires. When Orvis saw the light spell, his footsteps gave a slight pause, and he smiled, "You sleep first, I'll keep watch for the first half of the night."

Cusi patted the spot beside him and laughed, "What's the point of keeping watch? I've set up a light spell boundary. Vampires will be extremely traumatized if they come near, so come in and sleep too. "

Orvis shook his head, "You are, after all, only an intermediate priest. If a vampire above the count comes, we will still be in danger. It is safest to keep watch. You don't need to say anymore. Rest early. "

Cusi thought about it; he wasn't sure that a vampire above the Count wouldn't come, so he had to nod, "Alright then, I'll rest first. Wake me up after midnight and I'll keep watch for the second half of the night. "

Orvis gave an "en" and walked further outside.

The darkness of the forest was exceptionally still, so still that it was eerie in every way.

After a long day's walk, Cusi fell asleep in a few moments. After making sure Cusi was sound asleep, Orvis then gently got up and flew off to the place where he had noticed the anomaly during the day.

Entering the boundary and going into the cave inside, at the deepest point, Orvis only saw an empty crystal coffin.

The smell in the air of this cave had not yet completely dissipated, and Orvis' eyes flinched at the smell of Yaphisor and another powerful Blood that he had never met before.

This Blood's scent had an extremely strong aura of nobility to it.

The Bloods were bound by blood, and their hierarchies were extremely strict. Things like the third generation killing the second generation could only be done by the incredibly powerful third generation.

For all other generations, the vampires had strict seniority levels.

The taste of blood is the most common way to distinguish between the generations. If a fourth-generation meets the third generation, they will be subjected to the system of the transgression of blood and will have reverence and jealousy towards the third generation.

The fifteenth generation is the lowest of all. By the sixth generation, the vampires had gradually intermarried with foreign races, wolves, and humans, so the remaining children had a thinner vampire bloodline.

The Bloods valued seniority and bloodline, and between the two, seniority in a generation was the most important. Although the eighth generation had pure blood and the seventh generation had mixed blood, the eighth generation is required to salute the seventh generation, but although they do so, it is not from the heart.

The air smelled of a human being mixed with pureblood, and Orvis checked the smell with all three princes and the Blood king, only to find that it was not any of the four.

Was there a fifth third-generation Blood in the world?

Within the vampires, the King ruled the vampires, but the three princes were competing and divided into factions. The Hawk faction to which he belonged was the highest, the Neutral faction the second, and the Conservative faction the least.

The Hawks were the main offenders, and most of those who have gone to the human world to fight are Hawks, while the neutrals are wallflowers who have no stable principles and are either attached to the Hawks or the Conservatives every time.

The conservatives are a bunch of shrinking violets who don't drink human blood, only animal blood. This is because they feel that humans and vampires are similar in appearance and are of the same ancestry.

They love humans and often work for their benefit, and they are a bunch of complete and utter traitors.

A faction is backed by a Prince, and if this Blood, who is as strong as a prince, were to join any of the factions, it would have a very big impact on the stable pattern of the Bloods, and there would be a big reshuffle.

Orvis seemed to have seen the future turmoil of the vampires, and he did not dare hesitate to snap his fingers together.

A bat appeared beside him out of thin air. The bat flapped its wings and flew in a circle around Orvis before transforming into a handsome young man in a tuxedo.

Handing the boy a crystal-shaped object, Orvis said, "Make sure you hand it over to the Prince."

The boy half-kneeled and bowed, saying that he would deliver it before transforming into a bat once more, flapping his wings and flying away.

After sending the messenger bat away, Orvis looked around before leaving the cave back to Cusi.

…..

—–Orvis absorbed all the power of the handsome vampire and was overflowing with power. Seeing that it was getting late, he wiped the floor clean of the magic formations and returned the way he had come. again.

Cusi was still asleep and Orvis, seeing the faint glow of the light spell still glowing around him, dismissed the idea of feeding on Cusi's blood.

With no fear of a vampire invasion, Orvis suddenly felt sleepy, and with a yawn, he too fell asleep.

The next day, Orvis woke up in a bit of a trance. Nothing around him had changed, but he felt as if his spirit was slowly changing. He was him, but he didn't seem to be him anymore.

…

Yaphisor followed behind Curtisno, his eyes staring straight at Curtisno's back and waist-length blonde hair, "Where are we going?"

After Curtisno introduced himself, he led him out of the boundary and made his way west. On the way, he tried to escape but was invariably caught back by Curtisno.

After repeating this several times, Yaphisor had lost the idea of running away.

"I see from your memory that you left the Holy Capital in search of Prince Wales, and I will take you to him." Curtisno slowed his pace and waited until Yaphisor had come to his side before he reared his feet and advanced parallel to him.

"You're taking me to him? Do you know where he is? And just how long have you been asleep? " Yaphisor asked, tilting his head sideways to look at Curtisno.

"I've been asleep for ten thousand years if we count by your memory."

Yaphisor asked, with some confusion, "Ten thousand years? The third generation of vampires killed the second eight thousand years ago, and after that, the civil war happened, that was six thousand years ago. Do you mean that you fell into a deep sleep before the third generation of vampires killed the second generation? "

Curtisno nodded, "Yes."

"So you weren't forced to go into a deep sleep by the third generation?" Yaphisor continued to ask.

Curtisno shook his head, "Not really. To be exact, I was forced into a slumber by the second generation Bloods. "

"I've only heard of the Third Generation killing the Second Generation Bloods and also the war within the Third Generation clans. I haven't heard of the struggle between the Second Generation Bloods. " Yaphisor said, somewhat puzzled.

"No, it was not a fight." Curtisno shook his head and retorted, "It was protection. Ten thousand years ago, Cain fell into eternal sleep shortly after creating the second generation of Bloods. They lived on blood, and if they don't drink it for a long time, they will gradually fall into eternal sleep. However, I am a picky eater and could not stand the foul taste of blood, so I did not drink it from the moment I became conscious."

" As a result of not drinking blood, my strength continued to decline and I was losing my life force. The other Bloods saw this and forced me into a deep sleep. Before I fell asleep, they were researching alternatives that could replace blood and promised to wake me up when they found a replacement. "

"I just didn't expect that too much had happened in between, and I woke up to all of them being in eternal sleep." Curtisno's voice had a slight ripple to it, and he let out a sigh with a faint sadness to it.

Yaphisor was silent for a moment, then suddenly remembered something, "But you bit me so thoroughly just now!"

Curtisno paused. He seemed to be remembering the wonderful taste he had just had. A look of enjoyment unconsciously passed over his face, "Because you are so delicious, you are the best, you are my baby."

He glared at Curtisno and said, "So you fell asleep for the last 10,000 years and woke up with your picky eating problem solved?"

"Let's find someone to try it on later. We'll know after trying." The two walked casually, and after about two days of walking, they came across someone, with a familiar face.

Cusi was sitting by the fire, roasting, and Orvis was sitting not far from him, eating freshly roasted rabbit meat. The two were talking and laughing, and the atmosphere was quite harmonious.

Yaphisor and Curtisno's arrival caught them off guard, and Cusi's eyes lit up when he saw Yaphisor, and he stood up to approach him. Orvis, at his side, pulled him by the arm just in time, his eyes warily pointing to the pointed ears of the blond man beside him.

Cusi froze then, frowning at the two men before him with a complicated look on his face, "Yaphisor… you… how did you end up with the vampires?"

Since being separated from Cusi, Yaphisor had been unwilling to disguise himself with a timid expression. He smiled indifferently, a sneer in his eyes, and looked towards Orvis, whose body was on alert, "For my life."

This was the second human besides Yaphisor that Curtisno had seen since he woke up, and without taking a deep breath, he could smell the fishy, thick smell of blood in the air. He frowned and covered his nose with his hands, but this still did not alleviate the strong smell around him.

He lowered himself and placed his head on Yaphisor's neck, finally smelling the temptingly fresh aroma before he sighed softly and leaned into Yaphisor's ear to murmur in aggravation, "My picky eating doesn't seem to be cured. He smells so bad, but yours smells better; it's delicious. "

Curtisno's expression was gentle, but the words that came out of his mouth were truly chaffing. The words were met with an eye slash from Yaphisor, "Since you are not cured of your picky eating, you must treat me well and protect me. Otherwise, if something happens to me, you'll just have to starve to death, understand? "

Curtisno's blue eyes beamed with laughter, and he blinked like an ignorant child. "Understood, and then what?"

Yaphisor's face was expressionless and only his eyes rolled, "So now you get up from me and get those two dishonest hands off me."

With his head resting on Yaphisor's neck, Curtisno had dishonestly pressed himself against Yaphisor from behind, even wrapping his waist with one hand and squeezing his butt with the other.

He reluctantly withdrew his hand, but his body was still pressed against Yaphisor's.

Cusi, who was standing near them, saw the interaction and his face paled. His eyes were spread with anger, "Evil vampire, let go of my friend." With that, he stretched out his arm and chanted a light incantation, after which many bright white dots of light appeared around him, "Yaphisor, don't worry, I will get you out!"

He had only heard Yaphisor's last sentences earlier and thought that Yaphisor was being held hostage by this vampire and had to give in to this vampire to stay alive.

Curtisno was unconcerned by Cusi's petty tactics and glanced at the two men out of the corner of his eye. Standing beside Yaphisor, he once again reached out and wrapped his left hand around his waist and spoke, "You are not worthy to look at me. Kneel."

At these words, Cusi and Orvis felt their bodies stiffen and their spirits shake even more. The two men, who had been struggling, went limp and fell to one knee in unison.

Orvis tried to force himself to stand up, but his body would not listen. He tried to lift his head, but it seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. He could not lift it by even a few centimetres.

Orvis was horrified. He had only ever felt this kind of uncontrollable oppression from the Blood King and the three Princes!

And this Blood was using a mental attack, an ability that only the Blood King could use!

Seeing the two men kneeling peacefully on the ground, Yaphisor shrugged, "Do you still want to try to see if you can feed?"

A look of disgust crossed Curtisno's face at that, and he casually waved his hand, "No, I don't need to."

Yaphisor looked at the two men kneeling beside him and nodded, "Since you don't need to, let's move on." As he walked past Cusi, Yaphisor tapped Cusi on the shoulder without a trace.

Curtisno glanced at Yaphisor's little gesture, and Yaphisor pulled out a silent smile, stuck his tongue out, and put a finger to his mouth in a "shhh" motion.

Laughing silently and shaking his head, Curtisno reached out and rubbed Yaphisor's head before leading him on his way.

It was only after the two had travelled a considerable distance that Cusi and Orvis were able to control their bodies freely. The two rose from the ground and looked at each other for a long time without speaking, both with a look of astonishment on their faces.

After a long time, Orvis coughed in embarrassment, "This vampire is dangerous. There was never an introduction on him in the Alchemist's League. "

"Not in the Church of the Priests either." Cusi paled a little, but nodded in response, "Why don't we rush back and inform everyone so that the Pope and your allies know about this?"

Orvis thought for a moment, but shook his head, "No, there is no need to rush back. You have the vision mirrors, and we have alchemy, just contact your respective people here. "

Cusi paused, but nodded, "Okay."

….

—–Orvis covered his head in fear, a voice constantly banging against his thoughts and taking control of his mind. He felt like he was in a trance from time to time, his mind was even more manipulated and he often did unexpected things.

Suddenly, there was another stirring in his head, and a voice rang out like thunder in his head: "Return to the vampires, kill the three princes and the Blood king, and ascend the throne!"

Orvis clutched his head and fell to the ground, hissing:

"Who are you and what do you want to do?"

"Who am I? I am your mind. I am your master. "

…

The Bloods had a special entrance barrier, and through Yaphisor's memories, Curtisno quickly grasped the pattern and distribution of the world.

Strangely enough, despite the clothes on Yaphisor's body showing he was just a junior priest, the amount of knowledge in his mind was even beyond the pope's level. His mind can simply be called a sea of learning. He could learn everything he needed to know about the development of this world and its distribution from Yaphisor's memory, including the entrance to the Blood clan.

When they had almost reached the entrance, Curtisno took a look at the clothes on Yaphisor's body, held his chin in thought, and then casually snapped his fingers.

Immediately afterwards, a robe and a black cloak appeared in mid-air.

Handing the robe and black cloak to Yaphisor, Curtisno said, "We'll be in the world of the Bloods soon, so change out of this priestly outfit, although you look good in it. I am a bit reluctant to part with it. But for the sake of your safety, I'll have to give in. "

Yaphisor spat in his heart. When his eyes were closed, he was as holy as an angel, and even when he opened his eyes, he was purely beautiful. But as soon as he opened his mouth, his inner ruffian was suddenly revealed.

Snatching up the robe and black cloak, Yaphisor clutched his clothes and dashed off behind a tree.

Curtisno saw his movement, and a smile tugged at his delicate face. With a click of his toes, he floated up from his place, and his body kept rising.

Curtisno floated up to the tree and then slowly landed crouching on the treetop, leaning down to admire the pure white crystal skin of the teenager.

Yaphisor had already stripped down to nothing, and Curtisno could just about take in the beauty of Yaphisor from above. The two luscious red cherries, the slender thighs, and the long, beautiful curves.

Curtisno stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, his blue eyes deepening in colour and finally turning a rose-like blood red.

Suddenly, Yaphisor's body lurched as he was about to pick up his robe and pull it over his body, and a lightning bolt flew out of his hand straight over his head.

Curtisno was quick to see it, and with a laugh, he was out of the trees and back where he had been standing.

Yaphisor hastily pulled on his clothes and came striding out from behind the tree with a mixture of embarrassment and anger on his face, pointing angrily at Curtisno and saying, "Never have I seen such a shameless vampire noble as you!"

Curtisno laughed, "Now you've seen one."

Yaphisor choked, and his hand glowed brightly as arrows of light flew out of it.

The light arrows were fine against other vampires, but they were too trivial for Curtisno. His body weaved through the arrows with the ease of a sea swallow, and his feet kept moving forward, getting closer and closer to Yaphisor.

The graceful sea-swallow arrived in front of Yaphisor in no time at all, holding him by the chin and pinning him to the tree.

"Kittens are so cute when they're angry," Curtisno grinned, leaning down and sniffing Yaphisor's neck, "My kitten smells good too."

Curtisno was pushed several steps away as Yaphisor threw out an advanced light spell, and with a helpless chuckle, Curtisno continued, unafraid, "My kitten is not only cute but also a little scary."

Giving him a glare filled with daggers, Yaphisor put the hood of his cloak on his head, his face instantly hidden. "So much nonsense. Why don't we just go?"

"Heh, so shy." Running his hand along the outer edge of the hood and patting Yaphisor's cheek, Curtisno snapped his fingers and a spatial rift appeared in front of them.

Opening the door to the space, Curtisno's hand reached out and cupped Yaphisor's chin to lift his head to meet his own, "Are you coming with me into the territory of the Blood clan? It's easy to get in, but it's hard to get out. "

Yaphisor cursed his hypocrisy and said with a purse, "If I say I don't want to, will you let me go?"

Curtisno laughed at that and said, "Of course not."

"Then what the hell are you talking about." Rolling his eyes, Yaphisor took the lead and stepped into the world of vampires.

Curtisno, who had followed, put his hand on his chin and rubbed it while saying, "Brave boy," before following suit.

The Bloods love the night, and most of the vampire territory is dark as the night. The entrance was guarded by a team of 13th generations.

As soon as Curtisno and Yaphisor crossed into the territory, they were spotted and questioned by the guards.

The guards were only a group of lowly civilians of the thirteenth generation, and the tenth generation vampires could already take their breath away, not to mention the pure and strong second-generation vampires.

Several of the guards felt the powerful aura emanating from Curtisno and half-kneeled to the ground in unison and said respectfully, "Greetings, my lord."

The leader of the guards, a 10th generation, boldly asked, "I wonder which family you are, my lord. I don't seem to have seen you before."

In a low voice, Curtisno said, "I am Count Curtisno, a 6th generation Blood of the fallen noble house of Vander in the western belt. I have been living in the human world, so, normally, you have not seen me before. "

A string of memories flooded into the minds of the group of guards, and the leader of the guards hurriedly said, "O, I remember, there is indeed a slightly forlorn castle in the west belonging to the Vander family. Please don't take offence if I have offended much, Count. "

Curtisno smiled slightly and said, "No matter, you are also doing your job impartially. May I go then?"

The guards hurriedly rose to make way for the two men and said, "Please take your time, my lord count."

When they left the guard's visible range, the surroundings were still dark.

Seeing the unfamiliar landscape around him, Yaphisor asked Curtisno, "How do we go about this? Did you bring me to the Bloods because Prince Wales is in Blood territory?"

Curtisno looked around and shook his head, "He may or may not be there. Come on, first accompany me back to my home."

Yaphisor raised an eyebrow, "You weren't just lying to the guards? Is it true that your castle is in the West? "

Hearing Yaphisor's question, Curtisno laughed and couldn't help but tap Yaphisor's nose. "How can you say I lied? I am at least the head of the Vander family – Duke Curtisno. "

You're a sixth-generation Blood, Duke Curtisno, so what am I? Your food? " Yaphisor asked, snapping away Curtisno's restless fingers and turning to him.

Curtisno looked at Yaphisor and said, "Do you have any small vessel for liquids there? A small bottle. "

Yaphisor was unsure, but took a small glass bottle from his magic pouch and handed it to Curtisno.

Curtisno took the bottle and, with a flick of his finger on his wrist, a stream of blood gurgled out. He half-filled the bottle before handing it back to Yaphisor, "Put it on, this is your identity. From now on, you are the seventh generation vampire of the Vander family-Marquis Yaphisor. "

Yaphisor did not immediately take the bottle but looked at Curtisno's still dripping blood with a slight twitch in his heart. He lifted his hood and was about to heal him with his customary light spell, but then suddenly remembered that he was a vampire, and the light in his hand glowed brightly before he withdrew it and drew a bandage from his magic pouch instead.

Taking a step forward, Yaphisor neatly wrapped the bandage around Curtisno's wound, complaining as he did so, "It's a small bottle, just bite your finger, why cut your wrist?"

"It's just a few drops of blood, it's not enough to kill anyone." Curtisno laughed and ran his other hand, holding the bottle, through Yaphisor's hair.

Yaphisor stormed, "What do you mean it's just a few drops of blood? They are all my blood! It's my blood you drank, and it's my blood that's coming out now! "

Seeing the normally indifferent Yaphisor's worried expression, Curtisno's eyes were gentle, his clear blue eyes smiling at the youngster, "Okay, my arm is fine, don't worry."

Yaphisor tied the bandage and grabbed the bottle in Curtisno's hand before stepping back.

He clutched the bottle in one hand and the cross around his neck in the other, frowning angrily, "Who's worried about you? How can I be worried about you, cunning vampire? My people and your clan have been at odds with each other since time immemorial!"

"You're worried," Curtisno muttered in a whisper but physically held up both hands with a helpless soft smile, "Fine, fine, no worries, let's keep going. Be careful with the glass bottle, it's your blood in there. "

Yaphisor froze, and with a dry cough and a slight blush, he tied the glass bottle of blood around his neck.

After lowering his hand, Yaphisor regained his usual indifferent expression and put his hood back on his head. Yaphisor said naturally, "Aren't you a second-generation Blood? And even if you can do mental attacks to deal with them, why give me the blood? It's unnecessary, right? "

"You think a mental attack is the only way to fool them?" Curtisno laughed lightly, "You're still too young. You are not under my influence to be able to perceive it. But I'll tell you, I don't only control living creatures. "

"Come here," Curtisno beckoned to Yaphisor, pointing to the stone in front of him when Yaphisor approached, "you are now a rabbit."

Yaphisor's eyes widened slightly as he looked at the stone. The ordinary stoned been lying quietly on the ground a moment ago, now jumped up without warning, and ran off into the distance with a hop like a rabbit.

Yaphisor:"… "

Curtisno folded his hands and looked at Yaphisor, "Now can you rest easy with the blood?"

Yaphisor:"… "

Rest easy? Yes, I am too reassured. If Curtisno suddenly got a bit hot-headed and pointed at a pile of furniture and shouted, "You're a rabbit," "You're a giraffe," "You're a mouse," wouldn't our house be a disaster?

What?

Huh! Why did he think "our"?

Yaphisor's heart was as turbulent as a vast ocean, but his face was expressionless and calm: "… let's continue on our way."

Seeing that Yaphisor was unmoved, Curtisno had no choice but to shrug his shoulders and say, "Fine, let's go."

Deep in Yaphisor's memory, Curtisno also saw the internal pattern and geographical distribution of the Vampire Clan. Although he didn't understand how Yaphisor, who had never been in Blood clan territory, knew this, in his mind, it felt like this was how Yaphisor should be.

Mysterious, unknown, seductive.

Were there any more secrets in this young man's possession?

The Blood territory was not always dark; it also had daylight. The sun was hidden beneath a thick cloud, and the surroundings were filled with fog, so the whole day was like a cloudy day.

After about an hour of running through the meadows, like two sleek panthers in the darkness, Curtisno stopped at the top of a desolate hill.

It was so deserted and foggy that one couldn't see anything beyond a metre.

There was no place more desolate than this on the way up.

There was a dead tree next to them, and on its branch, a crow rested on a dead vine and cawed twice, adding a little more terror to the surroundings.

Yaphisor looked at the empty hilltop and said, "This is not where your castle is, is it?"

Curtisno nodded and smiled, "Congratulations, baby. You are right. "

Yaphisor followed behind Curtisno, only to see Curtisno put his hands in the air and shout from the top of the blank hill, with a blank face, "Show yourself, my castle!"

At his words, the thick layer of fog dissipated without a breeze, and a magnificent and solemn castle appeared at the top of the hill.

The huge metal gate of the castle was inlaid with a sign, the writing on which was ancient, but Yaphisor recognised the words "Vander".

The raven seemed startled by the sudden appearance of the castle, and after a couple of caws, it fluttered its wings and flew into the castle.

"This is your castle?" Yaphisor asked, pointing at the castle.

Strangely enough, the hilltop, which had been desolate and terrifying just a moment before, was suddenly transformed after the fog cleared.

The wild grass on the ground was gone, the gates were shiny and bright, not at all rusted. Inside, the castle was actually lit up, and it looked extraordinarily welcoming.

Standing outside the gates, Yaphisor felt like he was coming home.

A man in a tuxedo with white hair and a grey beard slowly emerged from the luxurious castle.

The old man's back was straight and he appeared to be walking slowly, but in fact, he had the wind at his feet.

He walked up to the gate, and opened the tall, solid iron fence, standing to one side.

His hands were on his chest, and his body was bowed at a respectful ninety degrees. "Welcome home, Master."

Curtisno nodded, "It's been a long time, Chloe."

The old man straightened up and gave a shallow smile, "Long time no see, my lord."

Glancing back at Yaphisor, who was still standing in place, Curtisno walked back and wrapped him in his arms, laughing, "You look silly, little cat. Come on, inside. "

The old butler, known as Chloe, closed the gate again after seeing the two men go in and went back into the castle as well.

Curtisno pushed open the huge metal doors, and the castle interior, which he hadn't returned to in a long time, appeared before him.

Seeing the furnishings and décor as before, Curtisno suddenly had the illusion that he had gone back in time.

But the illusion was only an illusion, the castle was still there, but everything else had changed.

Chloe stood aside, swept a glance at the cloaked boy beside Curtisno, and bent over, "My lord, would you like to change your clothes?"

Before Yaphisor could speak, Curtisno spoke on his behalf, "Yes, Chloe, take young master Yaphisor to a hot bath and find him a clean suit."

Chloe, the old butler, obeyed, and with a bend of his arm, he said, "Master Yaphisor, this way."

It had been several days since Yaphisor had a bath, and he wanted a nice, hot bath. He nodded and said, "Okay, thank you."

Chloe smiled gently and led Yaphisor forward, "My master's friend is also my master. I have never seen my master bring a friend back. Your relationship with him is good, Master Yaphisor. "

"Eh," Yaphisor thought for a moment and smiled, "not much of a friendship, just a meal."

Chloe didn't say anything, just gave Yaphisor a gentle look with kind eyes and continued to lead the way.

Curtisno sat down on the sofa and took the newspaper in his hand and flipped through it.

The date on this newspaper was still the same as the day he had fallen into a deep sleep. On that day, he had sealed the castle with him, and the castle, including the people in it, had been locked in a time stasis.

After sending Yaphisor to the bathroom, Chloe returned to the hall, "Master, is that child yours? Has your picky eating disorder been cured? "

Curtisno shook his head, "No, not really. I only have an appetite for this child. Other than him, I am still very repulsed when I come across other people. "

Chloe sighed, with a slight flicker in his kind eyes, "The other twelve lords must have found a replacement, and since you have awakened, they must have awakened you."

A mist clouded Curtisno's eyes, and he shook his head, whispering, "No, Chloe. It wasn't them who woke me up; it was this boy. And… my other brothers and sisters have all fallen into eternal sleep. "

"Fell into eternal sleep? Has time passed that long? " Chloe was slightly surprised.

"No, Chloe, they were killed by the third generation." Speaking of this, Curtisno's voice suddenly lowered, and there was a deep chill in it. "After Noah's Ark, the power of the Second Generation Bloods plummeted, and on the contrary, the power of the Third Generation Bloods rose sharply. The Third Generation Bloods contained almost all of Cain's malice, and they were dissatisfied with the so-called pedantry of the Second Generation. Their uprising forced the Second Generation Bloods into eternal sleep. "

"Abomination!" Chloe's kind eyes were tinged with blood red, "Master, please let me avenge the twelve Lords."

Curtisno waved his hand and said, "We must take revenge, but now is not the time. Later on, the Third Generation Bloods started killing each other because of their greedy nature. Thirteen Third Generation Bloods fought and killed each other, and in the end, only four remained. These four were the most powerful of the third generation, consisting of a Blood King and three Princes. They killed their ancestors thousands of years ago, so guess what they fear most now? "

Chloe thought for a moment and shook his head, "The revenge of the Second Generation Bloods?"

"As far as they're concerned, the Second Bloods are dead, so how can they take revenge? What they fear most is the same thing happening: being decimated by the lower Bloods and forced into eternal rest! "

Chloe's eyes lit up, "What does the master mean?"

"Tomorrow we pay a visit to the lords of this region. We must not lose our manners when we first arrive."

Chloe understood and immediately nodded, "Then I will go and prepare a gift."

Watching Chloe leave, Curtisno stood up and slowly walked to the second floor. He stood in front of the bathroom door for a moment and pushed the door open after struggling for a moment when he heard the sound of water from inside.

In the bathroom, Yaphisor was standing under the shower, his eyes closed and his head tilted slightly. His hair was wet and clinging to his cheeks, and the water kept running down his body, slowly dripping onto the floor. The cat-like boy was now as delicate and soft as a stream of water.

Tossing aside his tuxedo jacket, Curtisno untied the bow tie around his neck. Unbuttoning his shirt to the third button, he then undid his cufflinks and took a few steps forward, wrapping his arms around the boy from behind.

Yaphisor's body trembled slightly, but he did not push Curtisno away.

Slightly surprised, Curtisno slowly slid his hand down Yaphisor's skin, tracing the perfect curve. "You have a beautiful body, baby."

Yaphisor remained motionless, which caused Curtisno to gain even more ground.

With a gentle push, Curtisno pushed Yaphisor against the wall and pressed behind him, his mouth coming up to his ear, "Why are you being so good, baby? You're not even resisting. "

Sniffing the fresh scent of Yaphisor, Curtisno wanted to suck the man clean, as if he were bewitched.

His nature told him to suck this person dry, but his sanity refused to do so.

Suddenly, Yaphisor turned around and opened his pale green eyes.

The eyes were watery but very clear.

He pointed behind him, "I was being good just now because I was chanting the Great Light spell."

Curtisno said, "Huh," and when he looked back, he noticed that a pair of pure white wings had suddenly appeared behind him.

These wings were also a form of the Great Light incantation, which allowed one to flap one's wings and fly into the air. However, the Great Light Incantation was generally only employed in sparring, and a chicken-hearted skill like using wings to fly into the air was rarely used, and was not used as much as possible.

However, this skill, if used on a vampire, can cause a vampire to temporarily lose power.

Now, Curtisno was momentarily paralysed. At the very moment he went stiff, Yaphisor gave a push, and the two men's positions were reversed.

Yaphisor pinned Curtisno against the wall and put his arm high on Curtisno's shoulder to bring him down to his level.

But even though Curtisno was weak, his hands still gripped Yaphisor's waist, and the two of them pushed each other so hard that they both fell to the ground.

And Yaphisor was naked, and even more blankly exposed.

Glancing outside, Yaphisor stood up and walked out to drape the jacket Curtisno had thrown aside over his body and came back in.

He crouched down and clamped a hand on Curtisno's chin and sneered, "Aren't you quite capable? You've been teasing me all the way. " He put one foot between Curtisno's legs and ground it there, and Yaphisor laughed even harder, "And peeping at me changing? Could you be any more shameless? "

Out of the corner of his eye, Curtisno looked at the foot that was stepping on him. The five toes were like five beautiful pearls and looked very cute.

Thinking of these cute little toes, Curtisno's lower abdomen begun to swell as he was ground down.

Feeling the change under his foot, Yaphisor flicked the hand holding Curtisno's chin and followed it up with two smacks to Curtisno's cheek, not too light, not too hard, but loud and clear in the closed bathroom.

"How dare you harden? Heh, I've put up with you for a long time." Yaphisor slapped his cheek again, grabbing his messy shirt with his free hand and pulling it open, popping the buttons. The wet shirt clung to the skin, and Curtisno's chest was loomed seductively.

"It's just a normal reaction. If it were you, it would be harder than mine."

Yaphisor laughed, "Don't try to provoke me. I tell you, it's no use! I can't even take a proper bath without worrying. You will continue to underestimate me if I don't teach you a lesson. "

After lecturing Curtisno, Yaphisor slowly stood up. Not afraid of what Curtisno might see, he untied the jacket he was wearing and threw it on Curtisno, saying, "Stay here and reflect. The angel wings will be automatically unbound in five minutes, so the bathroom will be yours for those five minutes."

Seeing that Yaphisor was leaving, Curtisno asked, "Are you going to leave just like that? I'm still hard? "

"Heh," said Yaphisor, naked and looking down at Curtisno with his legs slightly spread, "your own body, your own problem. This time it's just a lesson for you. Next time you dare to do that again, it won't be as simple as leaving you weak for five minutes. "

With these words, Yaphisor raised his head high and stomped out of the bathroom. Seeing Yaphisor leave, the already weakened Curtisno smiled softly, no longer looking aggrieved and weak.

He wiped his face to clean the water stains from his face and, with a bitter smile, put his hands into the jacket on him to solve his problem.

The following day, the three of them arrived at the residence of the Lord of the area.

The Lords were the administrators of the land, mostly fifth-generation Bloods, and the Lords in turn handed over some of the lands within their jurisdiction to some dukes, who were generally sixth-generation Bloods.

The Elders are fourth-generation Bloods; the Princes are third-generation Bloods.

A seventh-generation was usually a marquis, an eighth-generation a viscount, a ninth-generation a baron, and below the barons were the most numerous commoners.

The commoners at the bottom of the hierarchy were resentful as a result of the pyramidal distribution of classes.

The longevity of the Bloods had become a shackle to their development. The vampire populace lives a slow and idle life, and the classes are already divided at birth. They appear to be more powerful than humans, but also more confused than humans.

Human life is very short, and because it is short, humans cherish these few hundred years all the more. And because of this short life, human civilisation has progressed by leaps and bounds, from primitive people who could not wear clothes in the beginning to a race that is n over the world.

This shows how strong and terrible mankind is.

Humans are the only race in the world that can stand up to the Blood race, which makes the Blood race very puzzled.

Thousands of years ago, humans were so weak and vulnerable that they could only act as things for them, to be slaughtered and imprisoned.

A thousand years passed slowly, and it was only then that the Bloods realised that while they were lost and unseeking, humanity had long since changed dramatically in those millennia.

Human intelligence had increased, and groups, tribes, cities, and nations had emerged among them.

Amazed at the development of humans, the Bloods began to study them.

The Bloods were jealous of the humans, so weak and insignificant yet so strong in a way that was different from the Bloods.

Humans fear the power of the Bloods, but the Bloods envy their fearlessness.

But the Bloods are an extremely arrogant race, and their envy and jealousy eventually turned into deep contempt and anger.

Humans were nothing more than food for them!

The Bloods began to capture humans, not only for food but also to turn them into their servants.

They took humans into vampire territory, embraced them, and turned them into Bloods, allowing the inhuman humans to cultivate and farm the land.

But the humans had become half-bloods, and the crops they grew would only taste like wax. The Bloods, in turn, drove the Inhumans to hunt and kill humans with ferocity.

To resist the Bloods and the Blood Servants, alchemists and priests sprung up among the humans.

Humans are tenacious beings like locusts; they can never be destroyed. Not only that, but they were the fastest to fight back in the face of adverse circumstances.

There was a constant battle between humans and Bloods, and both suffered casualties in what became known as the Blood War.

After the Blood War, the number of vampires fell considerably. The Blood King eventually decreed that there would be, four lords under the princes: dukes, marquises, viscounts, and barons, each of whom would govern their own territory. No one was allowed to leave the vampire territory without the consent of the Lords and Princes.

It took a thousand years for the Blood race to settle down, and a thousand years for them to regain vitality.

A lord is, therefore, the equivalent of a king of a place, and a duke can only be considered a prince.

Curtisno led the two men to the Lord's palace and was stopped by guards just as he reached the door.

The guards gave the men a quizzical look before finally locking their eyes on Curtisno.

He'd reduced his aura to that of a sixth-generation Blood, and his strength had become even more hidden. The guard's eyes flashed with contempt at the sight of Curtisno's golden hair and blue eyes—a half-breed mongrel.

"Who are you?" The guard asked in a loud voice.

Curtisno spoke up, "I am Curtisno von Laus, sixth-generation Blood, head of the Vander family. I used to be a frequent guest here and have come to visit the Lord today. "

The guards who could hear the voice all had a flash before their eyes like a string of memories were implanted in their minds.

The guards tapped their heads, "So it's Lord Curtisno. Please come inside."

With that, the guard opened the door and walked ahead to lead the way.

Following the guard's lead, the three were led to a side room.

"Lord Vander, the Lord is in his study dealing with important matters, so you can rest here for a while as I go and pass the word."

Curtisno nodded, and the guard left in a hurry.

Seeing the guard leave, Curtisno sat down on the sofa and closed his eyes.

Yaphisor saw his movements and thought that this man was going to do something else with his mental attacks. He had wanted to make fun of the now defenceless Curtisno, but thought better of it and gave up.

There would be plenty of time for that anyway, so why make a joke on an outsider's turf?

Strange, why did I say "outsiders' turf"? Wasn't Cortisone's castle an outsider's territory?

Yaphisor rubbed his forehead and felt a very important memory flash through his mind, but it only flashed for a moment before disappearing as fast as lightning, before he could catch it.

He rubbed his head in annoyance and strode restlessly around this side room.

Chloe, the old butler, saw this and smiled pleasantly, "Master Yaphisor, you may as well sit down and rest. The master will be done in a few moments, so don't miss him so much. "

Yaphisor: "…"

This old man, which one of your eyes saw me pining for him?

The old butler did not get angry when he glanced at Yaphisor's hidden glare, but instead smiled, "Silly boy, what's wrong? If you like him, like him, but don't end up regretting it. I think you two are good together. "

"…"

The old butler set the two up in a serious manner, and Yaphisor's head shook again. He had a sense of dejavu, as if there was an old butler who had also set him up with someone a long, long time ago.

Someone? Who was it?

With a sharp pain in his head, Yaphisor stumbled to sit next to Curtisno and unconsciously rested his head on Curtisno's shoulder.

Curtisno's consciousness was attached to the guard and followed him to the study.

The area to the west was Conservative territory, and this area was relatively stable, but not rich. The Hawks were more numerous and powerful, and dominated the best parts of the southern part of the Bloods territory. They also enjoyed the most resources.

When Curtisno shuttled from the guard's consciousness to the Lord's consciousness, the Lord heard the guard's report and slapped the table in delight, "Good, so it is Curtisno who has returned. I will go and meet him now. You may retire."

After sending the guard away, the Lord suddenly looked like he was in a trance, and his eyes changed. His kind and benevolent gaze had now turned cold.

Curtisno dominated the Lord's body and glanced over the invitation letter held in his hand.

"Dear Lord Alsina, His Majesty the Blood King will be holding a court party on the 29th of July, 7016, of the Blood calendar, and you are cordially invited to attend."

July 29th, 7016, which was three days later.

A light flashed in his eyes, and a smile crossed the Lord Alsina's round face. Good, interesting.

As soon as Curtisno brought his consciousness back, he felt a weight on his shoulder.

Flinching for a moment, Curtisno looked sideways.

He saw that Yaphisor was leaning against his shoulder with a pale face, his brow furrowed, and even a cold sweat running down his forehead.

Curtisno's heart tightened, and he hastily took Yaphisor in his arms, calling softly, "Yaphisor?"

Yaphisor responded with a "hmmmm".

Curtisno glanced at Chloe and saw the old butler shrug his shoulders, "We only had a nice chat earlier."

With both arms wrapped around Yaphisor, Curtisno rested his head against Yaphisor's forehead, not forgetting to ask. "What were you talking about?"

"We talked about outlooks on life, values, and relationships."

Curtisno: "… I'll talk to you later."

Curtisno stopped paying attention to Chloe and probed into Yaphisor's mind.

As soon as his consciousness entered Yaphisor's mind, it was hit by a huge wave of wind.

Curtisno looked at this vast ocean-like compression of Yaphisor's memories and was startled.

All these memories were chained, but they were now trying to escape from the chains like a fierce beast, brewing up a storm.

The more the memories tried to break free from the chains, the stronger the chains were bound.

As the two forces battled each other, they caused a headache to Yaphisor.

Although he did not know why these memories were sealed, Curtisno knew that if this level of memories were to hit Yaphisor, it would inevitably cause secondary damage to him.

A headache for days, or a coma.

For the sake of Yaphisor's safety, Curtisno's mental energy suddenly attacked and pushed back the memories that were about to gush out.

The memories were slowly calmed down by Curtisno's pressure and returned to the ocean. The ocean in his mind calmed down; not a ripple could be seen, as if the stormy fight had never happened.

By the time Curtisno had withdrawn his consciousness from Yaphisor's mind, Yaphisor had fallen into a deep sleep.

His brow was still furrowed from the headache he had just suffered, his cute little mouth was pursed, and two tears were hanging from the corners of his eyes, as if he had suffered a great deal of grief.

At that moment, the door was pushed open from the outside, and the fat-headed Lord Alsina came in with a smile, "Curtisno, it's been a long time."

Curtisno picked up Yaphisor and stood in front of him, lowering his voice, "Give me two places; I want to attend the Blood Feast in three days."

Lord Alsina went momentarily stiff, and he nodded steadily, "Okay, I will save two places for you."

Seeing the lord agree, Curtisno didn't say anything and left in a hurry, carrying Yaphisor in his arms.

Chloe glanced at the figure of the still dazed Lord and shook his head with a tsk, "It's only been ten thousand years, but the blood race has actually degenerated to such a state, heh!"

With those words, Chloe quickened his pace and hurried to catch up with the departing Curtisno.

Three days later, the Blood King's palace in the Imperial City of Blondur, was looking extremely lavish. The royal banquet is held once every hundred years, with each Lord bringing a hundred of his offspring to the banquet.

It was also a banquet of introductions, where young Bloods with potential over the century were introduced to other Bloods, or where newly grown children were introduced to their elders.

Curtisno and Yaphisor mingled in the procession, following Lord Alsina into the city of Blondur.

The royal feast takes place over three days, with a different program each day for the three days.

And on this night, it was a feast of drinks.

The Blood King brought the freshest and purest virgins to the feast to give their fresh blood in front of all the Bloods and give it to his favoured newcomers.

The feast had already begun when they entered the castle, and the hall was lit by candles and shadows. The Bloods were handsome, all dressed in fancy clothes, the younger ones following behind the older ones as they greeted and introduced themselves to each other.

The air was filled with the rich smell of grape wine, interspersed with the fishy-sweet smell of blood that could not be ignored.

Both Yaphisor and Curtisno frowned gently, Curtisno because he could not bear the stench of blood and Yaphisor because he was disgusted by the sight at the top of the dais.

In the great hall, the Blood King leaned back in his chair, elegant and casual in his blood-red robes, while not far from him, a beautiful young human boy lay naked and on his back on a stone bed. His wrist had been slashed and blood was gushing downwards.

And beneath the wrist rested a clear glass vessel in the shape of a wine barrel. Not a drop of the young boy's blood had been wasted as it poured into the glass vessel.

The Blood King was bored and snapped his fingers at the maid serving him. With a slight bend, the maid took a goblet and poured half a cup of blood from the vessel and handed it to him.

The Blood King looked haggard but was still in good spirits. He looked about fifty or so in appearance, as thin as a bone, and his thin face was set with two scarlet, dazzling eyes.

He saw Lord Alsina, who had just come in, and beckoned pleasantly to him, "Alsina, come here."

The fat-headed Lord Alsina sprang to his feet like a deer and scurried to the Blood King. Dragging the Blood King's hand to his mouth and kissing the back of it, he said respectfully, "My dearest Blood King, it is an honour to meet you."

The Blood King snorted and reached out to point at the two Bloods whose scents were unfamiliar; "Who are those two?"

Alsina half-kneeled beside the Blood King and hurriedly replied, "The one with the golden hair is the sixth generation of Bloods in the domain I belong to, Duke Curtisno. He left for the human world just as he came of age, and has only now returned to the Bloods after a thousand years. The dark-haired, green-eyed boy beside him is his descendant, a seventh generation. "

The Blood King nodded, "I see. Someone, reward them both with the blood of a virgin." With that, the Blood Emperor lifted the cup of fresh virgin blood that the maid had just received and gave it to Alsina.

Alsina hurriedly bent down to thank him and took it as being dismissed.

The scantily dressed maid poured two more cups of blood from the vessel and followed Lord Alsina to Curtisno and Yaphisor to present the blood to them.

Curtisno and Yaphisor hesitated for a moment and bowed to the Blood King on the dais before taking up their glasses.

After lifting their glasses, the two of them wandered around the hall leisurely, walking around to a corner where no one was, before giving each other a disgusted look and pouring the cup of the boy's blood into the corner.

After pouring out the blood, the two of them came out of the corner, only to run into Lord Alsina.

Lord Alsina also emerged from the darkness with an empty glass in his hand. He flinched slightly at the sight of the two men, and then scanned the glasses they were holding. The three looked at each other and smiled, slowly holding up their empty glasses as they returned to the Great Hall.

Placing the glasses on the servant girl's tray, Alsina came to the two men with a glass of red wine and said, "There is no harm in having some wine. It is sweet and aromatic, so you can go and have a glass. It would be a bit abnormal to always be so non-drinking. "

Yaphisor nodded to Alsina and made his way to the wine.

He was halfway there when he was suddenly stopped by someone, and Yaphisor looked up to see that it was Orvis, whom he had not seen for a long time.

Orvis had changed his appearance. His eyes were scarlet, and he was looking at Yaphisor with a puzzled look, "You have become a Blood?"

Yaphisor gave him a sidelong glance and said, "Don't you Bloods have a good nose?"

Orvis sniffed at his words, "Seventh generation blood?"

His eyes went to Curtisno in the distance, "So he's a sixth-generation Blood? It is impossible. How can a sixth-generation Blood be that powerful? "

Everything has a good and a bad side, so who says sixth-generation Blood has to be weaker than a fourth-generation Blood? Wasn't your precious third generation of Bloods also stronger than the second generation and treacherously killed them? "

"How dare you!" The red in Orvis' eyes slowly stretched to the whites of his eyes, "Who gave you this right to judge the third generation of blood lords?"

Yaphisor shrugged and said indifferently, "It was just an analogy. If you doubt it, you can ask Lord Alsina, who brought us here. He is the lord of the largest land in the Western Territories, so, there is no need for me to lie, right?"

With these words, he easily walked past Orvis to the table and fetched two glasses of red wine and returned to Curtisno.

Handing the red wine to Curtisno, Yaphisor looked around and noticed that Orvis had gone to the Blood King at some point.

He was whispering in the Blood King's ear and occasionally glancing over his shoulder.

The Blood King's eyes flickered, and he nodded and gave Orvis a cup of virgin blood before closing his eyes.

When Yaphisor saw the Blood King close his eyes, he had a bad feeling.

It seemed that Curtisno had also closed his eyes when he had invaded Lord Alsina's mind that day.

He tugged at Curtisno's sleeve, intending to warn him, but then Curtisno smiled softly, and a few scarlet flashes appeared in his blue eyes.

With a shushing gesture, Curtisno shook his head and allowed the Blood King to invade his spirit.

The Blood King came into Curtisno's consciousness and took a closer look at his memories.

All it showed was that his family had fallen on hard times and he had moved to human territory, where he had survived for a thousand years before returning to the Blood clan.

It seemed that what Orvis and the Prince had told him was no more than that, and drawing his consciousness back, the Blood King plunged into the Yaphisor's mind.

Yaphisor was about to reject his mental invasion when his hand was suddenly held by Curtisno. The moment he took his hand, Yaphisor felt two consciousnesses that were not his suddenly rush into his mind, one of them full of malice and probing, the other warm and protective.

The two consciousnesses collided several times in his mind before the one filled with malice drew away.

The Blood King slowly opened his eyes, disdain flashing in his eyes, and never looked at the two of them again.

This Yaphisor had been a priest before, but he was cowardly and foolish by nature, and even after he was turned by Curtisno and became a Blood, he was still cowardly.

He didn't see why Orvis was afraid of him, however…

When he thought about what Orvis had just said about Curtisno's mental attacks, it did concern him a little.

Mental attacks were an ability that only people with an extreme level of mental power could possess.

He originally did not know these abilities either, and it was only after unintentionally discovering the tricks and secrets in the manuscript of a second-generation Blood that he deliberately strengthened his training in this area and got these achievements.

Without this ability, he would not have survived the struggle of the three generations of Bloods thousands of years ago and stepped on the blood of others to become the Blood King.

Although he had the power to extinguish the minds of others at any time, the opposite was true, and he lost his health after that.

His body grew weaker, and his originally strong physique atrophied more and more, growing thinner as time went on.

Originally, he was the youngest of the third generation of Bloods, and the one who would fall into eternal sleep last. According to pinch calculations, he should still have a hundred years to go before eternal sleep, but his current body would only last him another year.

The Blood King glanced at Elder Orvis, who was talking to the Prince of the Hawks faction on the side, and there was a calculating gleam in his eyes.

He had promoted Orvis three or four times over the years, leaving important matters in his hands, but it was not just out of admiration.

Orvis was the youngest but most promising of the fourth generation of Bloods. He had just probed his mind and discovered not only the power of the Bloods but even the power of the alchemists, a Blood that could dominate demons.

After the death of the Blood King and the three princes, Orvis, who had been so favoured, must have been the obvious choice for the next Blood King.

And by that time, he would have taken over Orvis' body, carried on his memories, and seamlessly replaced him.

The Blood King lowered his head and sneered. It's thanks to the second generation of Bloods, who left him such a mysterious manuscript of spiritual power.

The highest level of spirituality was to transition one's spirit into a new body when one was about to die and take its place.

He had taken a fancy to Orvis as a body early on, and while others only thought he had high hopes for him, he was saving him for the future.

"Someone, send another cup of virgin blood to Elder Orvis."

The Blood King looked at Orvis for a long time, and his spirit, which had been tired because of his health, greatly improved.

Orvis was being led by the Hawks Prince to exchange pleasantries with the Bloods around him when he saw the lady-in-waiting bring up a cup of warm virgin blood and present it with both hands.

There was a collective sigh of envy, and the greetings to Orvis became more cordial.

Orvis smiled coldly at the fake smiles, but raised his glass and drank the warm blood without leaving a drop.

So what if the blood of a virgin was not a tenth of Cusi's? What about the flattering smiles of these men? Not as good as Cusi's charming smile.

It had only been a day since he left Cusi's smile, and he was already missing him.

The feast would not be over for another two days, and he would not have left the tantalizing smell of Cusi if it had not been for the search for Prince Wales and the investigation into Curtisno's identity.

As the hours marched on, the blood of a virgin had been drained.

The Blood King coughed and pointed to the dying virgin from the top of the dais, "This human virgin was found by my men in a sea of flowers after careful selection. He is sixteen years old and at the height of his youth. Would any of you like him to be your blood servant? "

This was another part of the banquet; the once-in-a-century royal banquet had the highest quality of virgins chosen, not only in terms of blood taste but also in terms of face and figure.

These drained virgins don't just die, but are taken by the clans and turned into blood servants.

The part where the virgins are offered is also the most anticipated.

No sooner had the Blood King spoken, than one of them took the lead, "I beg Your Majesty to reward me with this virgin."

The Blood King looked over and saw that it was an Earl of the Hawk Faction.

This was a once-in-a-century treasure, so after his words, several more people came forward one after another to ask for it.

The Blood King laughed, "Okay, the usual rules apply then. Let's go to war, youngsters. This child will go to the one standing at the end. "

The Blood King clapped his hands and the guards came forward to clear an open space in the middle for people to fight.

The crowd of vampires saw that a good show was coming and gathered around to watch.

Yaphisor and Curtisno were no exception, standing in the outer circle and watching the wild fight.

Half an hour had passed by now, and the Bloods were getting a little drunk and revealing their true nature, embracing and kissing each other, and even Bloods and Bloods were seen biting each other's necks and drinking each other's blood.

Their eyes were dazed with madness, liberating and paralysing themselves in this carnival feast.

The fighting nobles certainly added a new additive to the feast, making the Bloods even more frantic.

They clapped their hands in the outer circle, shouting frantically at several of them.

Finally, only one man was left on the field, wobbling.

The Blood King let out a loud laugh and, with a happy snap of his fingers, rewarded the virgin, who had fallen unconscious, to the Blood.

The Blood took the virgin and, with a smitten look, rushed to the corner with him in his arms and bit him on the neck.

Although no more blood could be released from his arm, there was still some blood inside the virgin.

He sucked greedily, leaving no drop for the virgin.

The human let out a faint groan of pain, but could not come to his senses in any way.

All Yaphisor could see was the Blood's throat rolling as he gulped and wolfed it down.

After about a dozen swallows, he could no longer suck in anything. Only then did the Blood let go and bit through his wrist to pour his blood into the boy's mouth.

The boy swallowed mindlessly, and Yaphisor saw his body begin to change.

What had been round ears turned into pointed ears, and his body was spasming uncontrollably.

Curtisno covered Yaphisor's eyes as he leaned down and whispered, "There's nothing to see here. Let's go elsewhere."

Yaphisor nodded and allowed Curtisno to lead him away from the bloody feast.

"Do you think Prince Wales may be at this feast as an offering?" Yaphisor asked Curtisno after a moment's thought.

Curtisno nodded, "Most likely, we'll see later."

Yaphisor frowned and peered up the steps through the slit in Curtisno's arm.

The night was still late and the orgy had just begun.

A virgin had been rewarded, and he would not be the only one.

Sure enough, a few moments later, he saw another man being brought up completely naked. The man was handsome, with short light brown hair, and it was Cusi!

Yaphisor's eyes widened in surprise, and he pointed to the platform and yelled softly, "It's Cusi."

"This little thing was found by my guards not far from the entrance to the Blood territory. He is sixteen years old and exuding youthfulness, just the kind of drink we dark dwellers love. " The Blood King smiled softly and stood up, pinching his chin, and said, "Not only that, but this boy is a priest, an intermediate priest."

At these words, the whole room erupted in cheers.

"A priest? Kill him!"

"The blood of a priest is the most delicious tonic, Your Majesty, shed his blood!"

"When his blood is drained, I will turn him into my blood servant so he is enslaved by me day after day!"

Cusi was young and had a smooth sail growing up, when had he ever suffered such an insult.

His face turned red and there was anger in his eyes, "You filthy vampires, the God of Light will not forgive you!"

Yaphisor covered his face when he heard Cusi's power-filled shout and thought, "Brother, you're still so arrogant even in someone else's territory. Aren't you courting death? Or is this the law of the protagonist's shamelessness?"

"Huh, strange. Why am I thinking the law of the protagonist's shamelessness?"Shaking his head, Yaphisor looked over to Orvis, who looked nervously at his side.

There's no need to worry about Cusi. Orvis would surely not sit still upon seeing Cusi in danger.

Sure enough, shortly after Cusi had been brought up, Orvis stepped forward and knelt beside the Blood King and said reverently, "Your Majesty, I have an unpleasant request to make."

The Blood King didn't lower his head for a minute, only his eyes moved to glance contemptuously at Orvis, "My dear Orvis, what is it you want?"

" Majesty, this is the Child that I am optimistic about who has not yet received his first embrace. He was waiting for me outside of the Blood territory, and I ask that Your Highness the Blood King reward me with this child. "

The moment Orvis spoke, Cusi recognised him and his eyes widened as he looked at Orvis with disbelief, "Orvis… you… Yaphisor was right! You are indeed a Blood?!"

The Blood King laughed at Cusi's words, "Orvis, this little thing doesn't seem to know you're a Blood, so how can you make your Child? He killed two Thirteenth Generation Bloods just outside the boundary. "

Orvis looked up and frowned at Cusi and continued to bow his head, "I will go back and educate the boy properly, dear Blood King."

The Blood King chuckled, a wry shape curving his thin face as he sighed slightly, "Well, who made you, my most beloved child. Since you have pleaded for him, I will not make him a drink. However, this is the maximum I can do to back off. I command you, Elder Orvis, to give this Child his first embrace now, or I will kill him immediately and distribute his blood for all to taste. "

The Blood King pointed in Yaphisor's direction, "I think this child and Marquis Yaphisor should be friends. Yaphisor has already been primed to become a Blood, so why not let this friend of his become a Blood as well, and the two will be good company for each other. "

Orvis gritted his teeth and finally nodded in compromise, "As you command, Your Majesty."

Cusi's eyes widened in disbelief as he watched Orvis, who had used to care for him at every turn but had now turned out to be a vampire, but a fourth-generation one at that.

When Yaphisor was leaving before, he touched his shoulder and then used a light spell to tell him that Orvis was a Blood.

He did not believe it, so he put a tracking spell on Orvis as he left, but lost track of him at a turn.

He had been in the clearing for a while when he saw five 13th-generation Bloods coming together.

Humans and vampires were bitter enemies, not to mention the fact that he was a priest who specialized in punishing them. The 13th generation vampires were among the youngest, and he was more than capable of handling them.

When he was sure that there was no problem, Cusi used a light spell to kill two of them in three blows.

The vampires never expected such a sudden turn of events, and one of them immediately sent out a distress call.

Cusi never thought that he was at the entrance to the Blood territory, and as soon as the distress signal was sent, a group of vampires rushed out from the boundary and caught him in the act.

….

—–The day of the feast came as scheduled, and Orvis said goodbye to Cusi and set off on his way back to the Bloods.

Orvis had been behaving erratically for a few days, and when Cusi saw how dazed he looked, he secretly put a tracking spell on him.

He chased him to a place where his scent suddenly disappeared.

While he was searching, five 13th generation Bloods appeared.

After a battle, the vampires blew up a distress signal, and Cusi was captured.

That night, Cusi was stripped naked and met Orvis, the pointed-ear, red-eyed Orvis, at a lewd banquet.

When Orvis saw that Cusi had been brought out as a drink, the consciousness that had been suppressed in his mind came back and fought for control.

The energy generated by the struggle between the two forces attracted the attention of the Blood King, who made an immediate decision and probed Orvis's consciousness.

The consciousness in Orvis's mind felt the killing intent and fought back. The two powerful forces collided with each other, and the Blood King spat out a mouthful of blood and collapsed back into his chair.

And to his amazement, Orvis regained control of his body. Taking advantage of the commotion caused by the Blood King's sudden vomiting of blood, Orvis quickly evacuated the scene with Cusi in tow.

The Blood King covered his chest and roared in the direction Orvis had left, "Orvis has colluded with the human priest and attacked this King. From this day forward, Orvis is a traitor to the Blood Race. Kill him on sight! "