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"Mr. Lai, why aren't you staying down there guarding the place? What are you doing following me?"

The candle flame flickered, its warm light illuminating slender fingers, gray sleeves, and a face with a neat mustache and a half-smile.

"Oh, Brother Zhou and I have agreed to take turns looking after her. I also need to go back to the Chamber of Commerce to handle some business. How about we travel together?"

With a smile, Henry Lai handed the lighter forward again.

Davis remained silent for a moment, but ultimately accepted his "kindness".

Exhaling a puff of pungent gray mist, the old agent squinted and stared expressionlessly at his overly astute old neighbor.

"A person's life and energy are always limited. I think... if you have to figure everything out, life will definitely be very tiring!"

What do you think, my friend?

After uttering those words without any rhyme or reason, he led his guards directly onto a specially made small yacht, not even bothering to look at it again.

Although he said he would go together, Henry Lai stood still and showed no intention of following. He just smiled and watched the ship break through the thin night fog and disappear into the vast night.

Davis, his face gloomy, strode into the cabin of the yacht, loosened his tie and tossed it to his entourage, then went into a guest room and stepped into the drawn magic circle. The four men in black standing at the corners simultaneously opened their arms, and crystal-clear ripples spread out.

The next second, he appeared on a helipad in a remote valley.

Chris's assistant, who had been waiting there for a long time, stepped forward and led him to a sleek miniature jet.

"Do I really have to go in person?"

The elderly lady with silver-gray hair frowned and handed over a flannel coat.

He stubbed out his cigarette in the black stone ashtray, took the coat and wrapped it around himself, then closed his eyes and sighed softly.

"After planning for so long, I need to see it with my own eyes to feel at ease. Once the plan succeeds, just to be on the safe side, Alex's contract needs to be renegotiated. I won't hand 'it' over to that idiot politician Frank!"

After a short rest, he opened his eyes, his face serene and resolute.

"Pass the order, the plan begins!"

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In Chicago, on the shores of the Great Lakes, the moonlight, like a veil, enveloped the secluded old villas, painting the dark roof tiles with a touch of silver frost.

This property belongs to the oldest and most prestigious vampire clan in the Federation, a noble family that has ruled the underworld for centuries...

Today it will all be gone with the wind.

In addition, all the mines, estates, real estates, stocks, and enterprises accumulated over a long period of time... the protective network woven by the elite human race, the Ha Ghost Clan, with endless effort, that allowed them to live a carefree life, will all be wiped out.

In this light, perhaps what should have been lost together was the entire [Night] family...

Of course, our clan chief doesn't think so!

After all, in his heart, he himself was his family...

Craven thought this to himself with a detached expression.

Watching his clansmen hastily evacuate with essential supplies, he took off his usual embroidered gold-embroidered formal attire and changed into simple black casual clothes before returning to the villa.

The exquisite sculptures by renowned artists in the courtyard were covered with a thin layer of dust, and the magnificent marble fountain was now just a pool of stagnant water.

As Craven walked through the empty, desolate hall, images of past extravagance, fine wine, and beautiful women flooded his mind.

His steps paused slightly, then resumed at a normal pace.

Upon entering his study and opening the secret room behind the bookshelf, he reverted to his usual sharp and capable demeanor, bowing respectfully before the rectangular, blood-red mirror.

"Duke Victor, things are going as expected. Apart from the major organizations officially summoned, all the other forces, including the Society of Spirituality, the Vika Cult, and all the other major powers in the Federation, are rushing to Mexico, wanting to get a share of the pie in the secret realm. Nobody has time to pay attention to us."

Everything is arranged. The advance party, carrying the collected offerings, has arrived near the Elizabethan Islands and is hiding, ready to await your orders!

"Well done!" A ripple stirred in the aged, weathered voice.

"Pass down the word: the day the polar night descends there tomorrow will be the start of the plan!"

My... my people's glory is eternal!

Hearing the truth that the other person almost blurted out in his excitement, Craven clenched his fists tightly. His face remained unchanged, but his heart was like magma surging inside, with an impulse to destroy everything.

"Is this what it means to prioritize the greater good? Is this what it means to be a venerable elder?"

Your life is truly precious…

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A sliver of moonlight, like pearls, cascaded down from a crack in the top of the abandoned sewer, rolling freely across the glossy black fur.

On the throne made of cement blocks and steel, a burly man, half-werewolf, opened his mouth wide, his long, scarlet tongue curling, and the ethereal moonlight seemed to become something tangible, as he pulled it into his mouth.

"Has he already purified and upgraded his bloodline to such an extent that he has even begun to transform into Hati, the divine wolf that devours the moon?"

As expected of you, Lucian, the leader of the wolves!

Words of praise came from the mouth of the black man with a stiff buzz cut.

"Ah, you flatter me, Lord Blade. Your sword dance can easily cut through the shamans' enhanced sorcery, yet you stop short of hitting the mark. Your exquisite control is truly breathtaking."

If one ignores the werewolves around them, their tendons surgically severed and lying there like rag dolls, the atmosphere is harmonious, like two old friends complimenting each other.

The burly man with long, flowing hair licked his lips, seemingly savoring the taste of the moonlight.

"Furthermore, I dare not acknowledge the title of the so-called leader of the wolf pack. The bloodline of the wolf clan is as vast as a great tree, and I am just a small branch within it. That stinking old bat fabricated a legend to elevate its own status, but it can never fool the wise."

The legendary Witcher, [Blade] Eric, held his beloved blade level in front of him and blew a stream of air.

A streak of dark red blood gradually gathered into a droplet, swaying gently as it dripped from the silvery-white tip of the knife.

But your grudge against him is real!

In ancient times, you were enslaved by him, and your lover was his daughter, who died because of it!

In this world, there is probably no one who understands him better than you!

Eric cleanly and swiftly sheathed his sword, subtly indicating his neutral stance.

“I’ve asked a lot of people lately, but I haven’t gotten any answers. After thinking it over, I realize that only you can answer my question.”

"What are they up to... to be more specific, what is Duke Victor the Vampire plotting?"

Slightly to Eric's surprise, Lucian, the Wolf King, answered the question readily.

He's dying!

The burly man, scratching his thick beard, panted heavily and chuckled, his words filled with glee.

"He can fool everyone else, but he can't fool me. He's too old. The old wounds accumulated over the years have left indelible marks on his soul and body. Even if he's in a semi-dormant state for a long time, he can't hold on for much longer..."

Unless... you break through the shackles of your realm and advance to the next level!

Chapter 193 Promotion Ceremony?

The tiny specks of dust on the ground suddenly broke free from the constraints of gravity and began to float and swirl around the Witcher like countless tiny satellites.

Eric suppressed the slight aura that leaked out from his shock, and as he pondered the information he had received, he deduced the most likely truth!

Promotion Ceremony!

What does it take for a vampire who has lived for hundreds of years to be promoted?

Naturally, there were abundant and precious materials, elaborate rituals, and...

Blood! Blood! Endless blood!

Anyone with a knee on their knees knows what kind of bloodshed is about to unfold.

With their power greatly increased, what horrific and tragic things will they do when they become unscrupulous?

Whether out of duty as a demon hunter or out of his own personality, he could not accept it. He immediately turned around, his clothes billowing in the wind and stirring up the dust in the air, and hurried toward the exit.

Just as he was about to step out of the area, Eric's imposing figure suddenly stopped, and without turning his head, asked a question:

"Lucian...now that you've noticed, don't you intend to stop it?"

"Stop what?" A cunning glint flashed in the burly man's beastly eyes.

"If he had simply stayed in his hole and lived a quiet, eked-out existence, the vast protective umbrella he had built by using money and his initial embrace to win over the powerful and wealthy might have made the federal government hesitant to act against him."

But he actually lost his mind and tried to jump out and push open the sacred and immortal gate—that would be courting death!

Lucian grinned broadly, his sharp wolf fangs clashing together with a crisp sound.

"Now is the age of humanity. Whether he succeeds or fails, he will inevitably be attacked by the masses... No one will easily allow a dark alien to set foot in immortality!"

That's why I've always kept my people in check, ensuring that, aside from the battles with the vampires, they never attempt to challenge human society, even knowing full well that the Federation is using us, we remain completely unconcerned.

He stood up from the twisted "throne" made of broken junk and waved his hand with a sigh.

"Farewell, Lord Blade. This is probably the last time we'll meet."

Victor's fate is sealed. My centuries-long feud with him is about to end. Next, I will lead my family to the wilderness of the southern continent, to live in seclusion and avoid the turmoil to come.

Towering mountains and unpolluted forests are the hunting grounds where Fenrir's descendants should roam freely!

And it's time for this old wolf to find his own burial place..."

"… I wish you a safe journey."

After a brief silence, the Witcher, who had slaughtered countless dark creatures and struck fear into the hearts of non-human beings, finally uttered a cold blessing.

The other party's wisdom and decisiveness were enough for him to speak up.

When the birds are all gone, the good bow is put away; when the cunning rabbit is dead, the hunting dog is cooked. The most powerful vampire family in the Federation is about to be destroyed. The werewolf tribe, which has always been used to restrain them, has lost its value in the eyes of the authorities. They can't produce things like the Primal Blood Embrace to help human nobles prolong their lives.

At this point, withdrawing voluntarily is the best outcome.

Even werewolves, who are known for their rugged and savage image, possess such survival wisdom.

So what could possibly make the cunning and treacherous old vampire risk his life to sneak out of his lair and hold an ascension ceremony?

Emerging from the sewer, gazing at the twinkling stars beneath the dark purple sky, Eric silently questioned himself.

Did they find some kind of leverage, making them confident that they could successfully advance?

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