Have you had enough, Miss Vampire? It's time to get down to business.

"What's he doing out of town?"

"Preparing a 'gift' for you." Lianna answered truthfully.

"...gift?" Isabella was stunned for a moment. "What gift?"

"I don't know either." Liana shook her head. "He didn't explain it to me in detail. He just said it was the 'truth' about the vampires."

"No, wait a minute." Isabella became more and more confused as she listened, and quickly gestured to Lianna to pause. "What on earth is your master, Emmett, planning?"

"Prince Emmett has never hunted his own kind, nor does he intend to fight you. He approached you purely out of curiosity," Liana explained slowly. "But after learning of your desire to 'kill True Ancestor Lilith,' his mind changed... He decided to 'help you.'"

"Help me? In other words, the so-called 'gift' Emmett is preparing will help me achieve my goal? So you're saying that Emmett has no hostility towards me at all?"

"I'm not entirely sure of His Royal Highness's true intentions," Lianna replied, "but what is certain is that he believes your wish will only lead to a tragic end... and this tragic end is exactly what His Royal Highness Prince Emmett wants to see."

...What the hell is going on?

baffling!

Isabella said she couldn't understand it at all.

What on earth is Emmett thinking? How can he be so sure that my wish will end in tragedy? Does he think it's impossible for me to find and kill "True Ancestor Lilith"?

Also, what the hell is this so-called "truth about vampires"?

There is nothing but doubt.

This "interrogation" of Lianna not only failed to reveal the truth, but instead brought about more questions.

The only thing that is certain is... this Emmett must know some important knowledge about the vampires and the True Ancestor Lilith that I am not aware of at the moment!

"We must meet this guy and make him explain everything!"

Isabella gritted her teeth and thought to herself.

71. Long time no greetings

On the outskirts of Gordon City, there is a deserted ruin.

"Heh, I remember the last time I came here, it was a quite bustling village... How long has it been, only a hundred years? And it's already become so deserted?"

Emmett strolled along the overgrown road, looking at the dilapidated houses half-buried in the mud on both sides, and couldn't help sighing.

Human life is too fragile. Plagues, wars, natural disasters, supernatural creatures... these things can bring devastating disaster to a village.

This kind of thing is very common.

Emmett was used to it and had no intention of exploring the reasons for the village's destruction.

"Anyway, this place is far enough from the city." Emmett looked around, found a house that was still structurally intact, and walked into it. "Even if I use some spiritual power and do something extraordinary, the Holy Light Church or other forces will not notice."

It's time to prepare a "gift" for my little sister.

After all, what I want to reveal to her cannot be easily conveyed by words alone. Only by showing it to her directly can she believe it.

However, before that...

"Liana, is the 'Nighttime Passion' class really that interesting?" He used sensory synchronization to confirm his companion's condition again and jokingly asked, "I've never seen you so engrossed in other classes before, not even blinking?"

But after all, Lianna is a young woman, so it's normal for her to be interested in this kind of thing.

"If you have a need in this area, you can actually find an ordinary human male." Emmett said half-jokingly, "I don't mind this kind of thing... Well, as long as your heart still belongs to me, that's all."

However, Lianna showed no reaction.

"Tsk tsk, ignoring me..." Emmett smiled bitterly and shook his head.

By now, he had become accustomed to his follower's cold attitude... Whenever Emmett made some outrageous jokes, he would either be severely criticized by Lianna or ignored by Huali.

It seems that today is the latter.

...or whatever.

It's time for me to take action too.

Thinking of this, Emmett slightly activated his spiritual power.

Under the influence of this force, his nails quickly grew long and sharp, like the blade of a knife. Then, he used these blade-like nails to slowly cut open his wrist.

For him, a high-level vampire, this injury was insignificant and could be completely recovered in just a blink of an eye. But at this moment, Emmett suppressed his recovery ability and let the blood flow out of the wound.

That was no ordinary blood.

But it is the "blood of the true ancestor"!

The moment the blood drops fell to the ground, huge spiritual power suddenly burst out!

Immediately afterwards, everything around began to deform... Under Emmett's control, the extraordinary power contained in that drop of "True Ancestor's Blood" gushed out wantonly, causing the surrounding light and space to distort!

"call--"

Emmett breathed a sigh of relief.

The wound on his wrist slowly healed, and he closed his eyes and concentrated. From what he could sense, the power released from the "blood of the True Ancestor," though violent, also had certain patterns to follow.

...This force points in a certain direction.

The direction of "True Ancestor Lilith".

"We are all children of the True Ancestor Lilith, and we are connected to her by blood." Emmett said to himself, "This is not a metaphor, but a fact."

As he spoke, he slowly opened his eyes.

The scene before him had changed. It was no longer the dilapidated ruins he had been in, but a dark and enclosed place... The only ray of light came from above his head.

Right in front of me, a beautiful woman with black hair, black dress and pale skin was illuminated by this beam of light.

She stood there silently, her eyes closed, her face gloomy, and her chest without a single rise or fall.

It doesn't feel like being alive.

But he didn't die either.

This scene seemed to have some divinity, and it made people feel awe when watching it from afar... Even for Emmett, a first-generation vampire who was an eighth-level strongman and possessed demigod-level strength, this was the case.

"It's been a while since I last greeted you, mother." He bowed slightly and greeted her.

……

Meanwhile, Gordon City Church.

Acting Captain Joyce had just finished a call with the parish headquarters and learned that Lor had successfully been promoted to the third level and was on his way back to Gordon City.

If nothing unexpected happens, I will probably be back in the team tomorrow afternoon.

"This kid, less than half a year into his job, has already become a third-rank exorcist like me... Who would believe that?" He shook his head and sighed, "Tsk tsk, no wonder Lord 'Guardian of the Faith' spotted him. He'll definitely become an Inquisitor sooner or later."

In addition, the diocesan bishop, Lord Helm, also mentioned during the contact that Lormon had received a "revelation"... and it was said to be related to the vampire's "true ancestor Lilith".

...good guy.

Joyce exclaimed in his heart, "What a guy!"

Not only has he made rapid progress, but he has also received special attention from the "Holy Light"?

What is this child of destiny?

"Since this kid is so promising, I think we should just give him the 'acting captain' position... As the saying goes, those who are capable should do more work. I'm happy to have some free time."

Joyce leaned back in his chair, his hands clasped behind his neck, looking as if he was in a state of despair.

Speaking of which...

Judging from the time, Ronina should be arriving in the Holy City soon.

Joyce couldn't help but imagine the captain's dignified, beautiful, and rarely smiling face.

Jokes aside, he didn't really intend to pass the position of "acting captain" to Lor... After all, Roninna gave me this job out of trust.

But the question is, after Luo Nina successfully advances to the fourth level, do I really have to officially take over the position of "Captain of the Gordon City Exorcist Team"?

"How could it be possible for someone like me..."

Joyce sighed to the sky, then stretched out the back of his right hand in front of him.

Dark black, thorn-shaped lines gradually emerged on the surface of the skin.

"If I really take over Rhonina's position, I'll have to go to the Holy City for training... and my 'secret' will inevitably be exposed in front of those sages." Joyce frowned slightly, thinking, "To protect myself, I must refuse the position of 'Captain'."

The problem is how to convince Ronina.

If there's really no other way, I'll have to quit the Gordon City Exorcist Team.

Although doing this is a bit unfair to Lor, Vivian and the others, but... since Ronina will leave Gordon sooner or later after her promotion, there is no need for me to stay in this city.

Joyce sighed, feeling somewhat melancholy.

Just at this time……

The thorn pattern on the back of the hand suddenly changed shape.

One of the pieces of paper gradually lengthened, as if sensing something, and pointed in a certain direction.

"Ah? What's going on?"

Joyce was stunned for a moment, then his expression changed. He quickly channeled his spiritual power, extending his perception in the direction indicated by the thorn branches, into the distance.

"About five or six kilometers away, there's an exceptionally powerful spiritual energy!" Joyce was dumbfounded. "And, this feeling is from... a high-level vampire?"

Hello, no way.

We just sent Lucinda away, and now another high-level vampire comes?

Is our Gordon City under some kind of curse?

72. Must give it a try

The big thing is bad!

Joyce's first reaction was to immediately contact the parish headquarters in Palmer.

After all, a high-level vampire cannot be dealt with by the Gordon City Exorcist Team alone... What's more, now that Ronina and Lor are not here, our team's current combat effectiveness is greatly reduced!

"But, how should I report this?"

Joyce couldn't help feeling a little troubled.

The burst of vampire spiritual power he had just felt was from five or six kilometers away... If he had not happened to activate the "mark" on his hand, it would have been impossible for him to detect it with his current level of strength.

"Even if I have to report this to my superiors, I have to find a suitable explanation." He straightened his back, pondered for a moment, and gradually regained his composure. "Also, it would be best to get some preliminary intelligence on the enemy so that the diocesan headquarters can take targeted action."

Such a strong burst of spiritual power is definitely not ordinary...

Could it be that this vampire was currently engaged in a battle with someone? Furthermore, was this opponent incredibly powerful, forcing a high-ranking vampire to unleash their true power?

"In this world, there are only a few who would seek out trouble with high-ranking vampires... Aside from us in the Holy Light Church, there are other vampires who wish to seize the 'Blood of the True Ancestor'."

Joyce narrowed his eyes slightly and thought silently:

"The guy currently fighting the high-ranking vampires is definitely not one of ours... If the Church really intended to conduct an operation to eliminate the vampires near Gordon City, the diocesan bishop, Lord Helm, would definitely inform me in advance..."

In other words.

There is a high probability that there is more than one vampire in that place!

"Is this how we recruit vampires in Gordon City?" Joyce couldn't help but wonder. "Furthermore, the 'oracle' that Lor received upon his promotion was also related to vampires... This is definitely not a coincidence. There must be some special reason behind all these things..."

He suddenly felt that this seemingly peaceful city of Gordon might be hiding some shocking secrets!

…Anyway, I'll go over and take a look at the situation.

Joyce stood up with a serious look on his face.

I can’t tell anyone else in the team about this for now, nor can I take anyone else with me… If the critical moment really comes, if I’m alone, I can still rely on the power of “thorns” to escape, but it will be too difficult to protect everyone else at the same time.

Moreover, my secret cannot be revealed for the time being.

"Alas, it's only been a few days since Ronina left, and such a big thing happened..." Joyce shook his head helplessly and walked towards the office door.

However, as soon as he opened the door, he saw Vivian's eye-catching red hair.

"Where are you going, Senior Joyce? It's still early for lunch." Vivian held a small notebook in her hand, obviously intending to add another entry to Joyce's record of being late and leaving early.

...Under normal circumstances, Joyce would have felt a headache the moment he saw her overly serious face.