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

He seemed to have seen the envious and jealous expressions of the other mystics:

"Haha, this is going to be a major paper. I won't let my supervisor co-sign the paper once it's finished! After all, it was he who didn't think highly of my research and refused to approve my funding. Now, I think that old man must be regretting it!"

"I advise you not to make public the results of today's experiment." At this time, Lor said calmly.

"Not public? Why?" Vann didn't understand what he meant.

"I think you're a little overexcited... Think about it carefully. The two materials you used for the experiment, one has 'voodoo' roots, and the other has 'occult' roots, right?"

"Yeah?" Vann still didn't understand.

"According to the generally accepted official definition, 'voodoo' is the source of evil, while 'occult' is the source of good," Lor suggested.

Hearing this, Fanen was stunned for a moment, and then his face changed.

Yes... In common perception, "righteous source" and "evil source" are supposed to be clearly distinguished and absolutely mutually exclusive... "righteous source" represents order, while "evil source" brings disaster, a taboo that needs to be covered up and eliminated...

But now, the source of evil, "Voodoo", has merged with the true source, "Mysticism", and has given birth to the "Dragon", which was once also regarded as the true source...

Doesn’t this mean that the distinction between the so-called “source of good” and the “source of evil” is not absolute?

Can they even transform into each other under certain conditions?

Once this result is made public, it may shake the legitimacy of the existing major forces, especially the "three major orthodox organizations" represented by the Holy Light Church, the Mystic Association and the Fighter Alliance!

"Perhaps, the results of your experiment today are not some 'new discovery', but rather some knowledge that 'should not be discovered'."

Luo Er narrowed his eyes slightly, thought for a moment, and said quietly:

"Have you ever considered the possibility that your advisor didn't support your research because he was concerned it might produce the 'unexpected results' you've seen today? He just didn't anticipate your persistence, even going so far as to raise funds on your own and continue to push forward your research privately..."

Hearing this, Fanen was stunned.

The whole person was like waking up from a dream.

"You mean... maybe those members of the Mystic Association who are of higher rank and have access to more secret knowledge, like my mentor, have known this fact for a long time? And I inadvertently touched upon a taboo?"

Fanen took a deep breath, his eyes filled with horror.

What will happen to me if other people find out about this?

Every year, people in the Mystic Arts Association die unexpectedly, most of the time due to research accidents.

Extraordinary people are always accompanied by danger, but generally speaking, the profession of "mystic" is relatively safe. At least they don't need to stand up to protect the people like church exorcists.

However, now, Vann is no longer so sure whether those colleagues who unfortunately died really died in "research accidents".

"There's no need to be so nervous. I'm just guessing." Lor patted his shoulder gently.

"My life is at stake. How can I not be nervous?" Vann was on the verge of tears. "After all, I'm not like a big shot like you. I'm just an insignificant second-level mystic. In the association, I'm just a small character who can be abandoned at any time! What do you think I should do?"

The big shot Lor pondered for a moment and looked at the white dragon:

"Anyway, just consider it another failed experiment today. Be discouraged and give up your original research direction... As for this little guy..."

Lor originally wanted to say "get rid of it", but in the end he couldn't bear it.

Come on, it's a dragon!

The signature creature in the fantasy world, the dragon is extremely romantic to time travelers!

"Let's hide it first. As a mystic, you should have some skills in this area, right?"

"That's no problem... Besides, this little guy isn't very big, and his spiritual power is very weak, so it shouldn't be easily discovered by others." Fan En nodded repeatedly, obviously thinking it would be a shame to get rid of it. "Um...you will also keep it a secret for me, right?"

That's natural.

After all, Lor also participated in today's experiment, and the two of them are in the same boat.

"I need you to do me a favor," Luo Er said. "If anyone asks, just say I bought a second-level missing person talisman from you about half a month ago."

"No problem!" Vann agreed without asking any questions that he shouldn't have.

"One more thing." Lor pulled out another piece of paper. On it was written the unfamiliar words he had copied from the Dark Moon Society's silver coin. "Have you seen these words before?"

"It looks familiar..." Vann came closer, rubbing his stubbled chin as he said, "I think I've seen it before in a document in the library..."

"Help me investigate the meaning of these words, quickly," Lor ordered. "I'll come back to you tomorrow at noon to ask for the results, and..."

"I understand. This involves a confidential mission you're on, right?" Vann slid his finger across his mouth, zipping up his pants. "You'll absolutely keep this a secret!"

32. Shameless!

A prominent figure has recently emerged in Gordon City's upper social circles.

It was said that this man, Victor Monroe, was the son of a powerful figure in a large foreign chamber of commerce, one of those born with a silver spoon in his mouth. He came to Gordon City to expand his family's business.

However, as a typical rich second-generation, Victor Monroe's style of doing things is somewhat special.

Both luxurious and understated.

He was considered luxurious because he held grand banquets every night at his mansion, and no invitations were accepted. As long as one dressed like an important person, anyone could come and go freely and enjoy fine wine, delicious food, music and dance.

But at the same time, few people have actually seen this Victor Monroe.

"The young master was here just now, but now I don't know where he has gone... But he is at this banquet at least." Whenever the servants in the mansion were asked about the whereabouts of their master, they would always answer like this.

This really gave those ladies and young ladies who were eager to get to know him and catch a rich husband a headache.

After all, if you want to see Victor Monroe, you can only do it at night.

Because every time at dawn, the luxurious banquet would come to an end, and then the rich young man would stay indoors and refuse to see guests, citing the excuse of being "drunk and unwell".

...However, in reality, this Victor Monroe is by no means a simple rich second generation.

He avoids people during the day, and it's not because he's drunk.

At least not today.

Today, he was nailed to the wall of a secret room in his own mansion.

His hands, feet and shoulders were pierced by several dark red crystals formed from blood, like spears, and he was completely unable to move.

Victor Monroe's breathing was rapid, and his pale, handsome face was full of fear.

She had never expected to be suddenly attacked by one of her own kind... and in broad daylight! As a fellow vampire, this girl was truly unsportsmanlike!

He complained, but he could only swallow his words.

After all, the other party could move freely in broad daylight, and was undoubtedly a superior vampire... The difference in strength was too great, and Victor and his followers were subdued almost in an instant.

"I say, you are too flamboyant."

Isabella brought a chair and sat down in front of Victor, her arms folded across her chest and her feet raised, looking as if she was about to begin an interrogation.

"With so many people coming and going in your house every night, aren't you afraid of being exposed?"

"The more open you are, the less likely you are to be suspected."

Victor calmed himself down and answered cautiously. The other party could have easily killed him instantly, but he didn't rush to do it, which gave him the illusion that he could still escape alive.

"And I'm very cautious. I never stay in a city for too long, and I never attend banquets in person. The task of 'selecting prey' is done by my followers... They have been with me for a long time and are very good at finding suitable targets in the crowd, such as women preparing to return to their parents' home, or traveling merchants..."

"I see. You're the type who wouldn't be surprised if you disappeared for a short while." Isabella curled her lips, disgust clearly visible on her face. "And then, by the time people started to notice something was amiss, you and your followers had already fled... Humph, how despicable!"

……mean?

Victor was stunned for a moment, thinking, what's so despicable about this? As vampires, isn't it natural for us to hunt for human blood?

The moral concepts of this person in front of me seem a bit strange... It's as if she still thinks of herself as a human being.

Could it be that she had just received the "first embrace" not long ago and was not yet accustomed to her new identity?

Victor couldn't help but wonder.

"Besides, how come you have so many followers? You're so shameless!" Isabella looked around, her eyes sweeping over the seven or eight corpses dressed as servants. These were all once Victor's followers. "And, and... there are men here too. How can you have the heart to eat someone of the same sex?"

As she spoke, Isabella's pretty face turned red.

You should know that when concluding a family contract, there is a "kissing" step.

Some vampires don't care about this and think the more followers the better.

Some vampires are more focused on this issue, carefully training only one dependent and never signing a contract with anyone else until his or her life ends.

In other words, vampires are also divided into the "harem party" and the "pure love party".

"Oh, forget it, I won't waste any more time talking to you."

Isabella waved her hands, feeling that she and this guy named Victor had no way of communicating on this issue.

"Let's get to the point... The reason you're still alive is because I have something to ask you. So you'd better tell me everything you know."

"I, I understand." Victor nodded cooperatively.

"Tell me about all the other people of this kind you know and where they are hiding, especially the ones whose names I will read out next..." Isabella said softly, her dark red eyes flashing with a chilling light.

As the names came out of the girl's rosy lips, Victor's pupils gradually shrank.

Because the names she pronounced were not ordinary.

Each of them is a top-level warrior among the vampires, the "first generation" of vampires personally embraced by "True Ancestor Lilith"!

"How are things? Have you met my 'brothers and sisters' recently?" Isabella asked, narrowing her eyes slightly.

...Brother or sister?

Victor shuddered.

He held his breath and looked carefully at the face of the girl in front of him again.

Moonlight-like silver hair, dark crimson eyes, and a doll-like, delicate, and perfect face... More importantly, the noble and cold demeanor of a superior that emanated from every gesture...

Could she be the last daughter that True Ancestor Lilith personally embraced before she fell into eternal sleep?

"The Blessed One", Isabella?

But, hadn't she already...

"I'm asking you a question, why are you in a daze?" Isabella frowned slightly, and was obviously getting impatient.

"I'm so sorry, I know nothing!" Victor shuddered, his words barely coherent. "I'm just an ordinary vampire of low status. I have nothing to do with those great figures you mentioned!"

"Tsk." Isabella's eyes were clearly filled with disappointment. "What about the other vampires?"

"Well, well... actually, I haven't seen another of my kind in seventy or eighty years... Ever since the True Ancestor left, we vampires have not only had to evade human pursuit, but we've also tried to avoid encounters with our own kind... As for the reasons behind this, I'm sure you're well aware..."

"So, I wasted half a day for nothing, only to find out nothing useful?" Isabella stood up and muttered, "...If I had known this would happen, I would have gone shopping."

"Please, please let me go!" Victor, realizing he was most likely dead, pleaded bitterly, "I'll be more useful to you alive! Yes, I can gather intelligence on other of my kind for you! Please give me a chance to serve you!"

Hearing this, Isabella sighed softly.

He looked completely unmoved.

"Although I'm smart, beautiful, and have a kind heart, I'm not that kind... Not just any stray dog ​​is worthy of being adopted by me. Especially not a vicious dog like you."

To Isabella, whose senses were extremely acute, the place was extremely unpleasant.

The air was filled with a foul smell composed of a faint smell of blood and the resentment of the tragically dead... Ordinary humans could not detect it at all, not even high-level transcendents, but Isabella could feel it all clearly.

Every second I spend here is disgusting.

...Snap.

Isabella raised her hand and snapped her fingers.

Victor Monroe, who had been pleading desperately, suddenly let out a wail, his body rapidly shrunken and withered. At the same time, blood gushed out from every pore of his body, transforming into a shocking blood mist!

Then, the blood mist gradually shrank and condensed into a droplet of extremely dark color suspended in mid-air.

The blood of the True Ancestor.

"Only one drop? This guy is truly a small fry among small fry..."

Isabella stepped forward and opened her palm. The droplet fell into her palm, then was quickly absorbed and disappeared completely.

...The source of the vampires' extraordinary power lies in the "blood of the true ancestor".

Strength or weakness depends entirely on the concentration of the True Ancestor's blood in the body.

Therefore, as a vampire, there is only one way to improve one's own rank - that is to seize and absorb the blood of the True Ancestor from the body of the same kind.

Back when the True Ancestor Lilith was still around, the vampires could still maintain the most basic social order among themselves.

But now, it has evolved into a situation where there is a high probability of killing each other as soon as they meet.