Huh? Are they all real?...

Among the patterns Moen drew on the table, the most eye-catching were several tombstone-shaped designs.

In search of the lost Holy Grail.

Moen actually traveled with Sals for a period of time.

At first, Moen always thought that Sals was different from the chief god he used to serve.

After all, Moen's memories of Sals were of Sals's cruel actions against his own god on several occasions.

Unfortunately, in the end, Moen had no choice but to discover that Sals was only slightly better than his former god.

The subsequent Anstis Kodal was much the same; it's hard to know if the uniqueness of the prophet has been corrupted by something.

Otherwise, how could three consecutive Sequence Zeros be so inhuman?

If it's a natural evil god pathway like the plague pathway, then so be it.

But the key point is that in the original design and conception, the prophet was one of the three benevolent gods!

I have given you eyes that can see the future, and I hope that you will use them to guide people toward beauty and hope!

This is what the Great Primordial spoke to Him when He created the first prophet.

How exactly did this guy go astray?

Moen couldn't help but think about it for a moment.

A moment later, Moen thought of a crucial moment—the Feast of Blasphemy!

At the end of the banquet, He secretly took away His heart, which was the essence of His divinity. And as the eye that glimpses the future, He deliberately took away His eyes.

Upon closer reflection, it seems that after that, He ceased to fulfill the responsibilities originally given to Him.

So, did that guy see something he shouldn't have seen with those eyes?

Moen didn't know the specifics.

Even Moen felt that this was too far removed from his own life at this moment.

There are very few relics or even written records of things from that era.

This was so rare that anyone with even a slight understanding of that era could obtain a professorship at a prestigious university based on this knowledge.

Perhaps only by finding Himself can we know everything.

The point is, Moen really doesn't want to deal with these troublemakers anymore.

Next time, the next time I find the uniqueness of the prophet, I must hide it away forever.

To avoid another troublemaker popping up and disgusting us.

After shaking his head and letting out a long sigh, Moen went out to have breakfast.

Of course, before leaving, Moen didn't forget to wipe off the pattern on the table.

Being cautious in everything is the best approach.

As soon as he stepped outside, Moen smelled a very peculiar odor in the air.

It doesn't smell bad; in fact, you could say it has a very elegant and unique fragrance.

Moen clearly remembered that he had never smelled this scent before.

But the moment Moen smelled it, he remembered what it was—red leaf grass.

The same scent emanated from the young saint, who prayed alone in that crimson church, draped in blood-stained robes.

However, her taste is even more unique because she is a very rare bloodless vampire.

She has no thirst for blood and never drinks blood, nor can she drink blood.

Therefore, the fragrance on her body was even lighter.

A moment later, Moen, snapping out of his reverie, looked at the ship in surprise.

Red Leaf Grass is something that only the highest nobility within the vampire clan are allowed to use; to use it, one must at least be from an earl's family.

However, this ship was just an ordinary civilian vessel.

For vampires who value bloodline and identity more than life itself, how could there possibly be a high-ranking noble on such a low-class ship?

This would be a disgrace to the vampire clan.

Has something happened?!

Because of what happened last night, the vampires discovered me?

No, if that were the case, how could I not have seen anyone by now?

So, could it be that the Bloodthirsty Faction has its eye on this ship?!

Even after the Dark Moon replaced the Blood Moon, there were still a considerable number of Blood Moon followers among the vampires.

They broke free from the protection of the Dark Moon and hid in every corner of the world, transforming into true vampires, obtaining food and power by constantly attacking remote villages and lone airships.

Therefore, they called themselves the Bloodthirsty Faction.

Because they consider other races to be their food, they have no reason to buy blood or even drink the blood of livestock!

Vampires should rely on their claws and wings to hunt for food!

Thinking of this, Moen subconsciously placed his hand on his revolver.

I hope I'm wrong.

I don't have many mithril bullets on me.

After taking a deep breath, Moen decided to go ahead and check the situation.

Ideally, we could meet up with the airship's security personnel first.

However, if it really was an attack by the Bloodthirsty Faction, and even the nobles of the Earl of Guarantee have appeared, this ship is probably doomed.

Moen hoped he was wrong.

But the closer he got to the restaurant, the more he noticed that not only was there no one around, but there were also signs of a fight everywhere.

Soon after, he heard enthusiastic cheers coming from inside the restaurant, right in front of the entrance.

"Kill him!"

The aroma of red clover reaches its peak at this moment.

Moen knew what made the scent of redleaf grass so strong—it was when it was stained with blood!

Listening to the revelry behind the door, Moen couldn't help but pray to the Primal Chaos:

O O One, may I save more poor souls!

Before Moen could even finish his prayer, he saw the door in front of him being smashed open.

And then an unidentified creature flew out of it.

In that instant, Moen not only smelled the scent of red leaves, but he also saw everything inside the restaurant.

There were no bloodthirsty beings feasting on the poor people as one might have imagined, and not even any vampires were seen.

All Moen could see was a group of passengers partying.

The chef, whose nose was broken by someone, continued to cheer amidst the applause of the crowd.

Looking down again, the source of the red leaf grass fragrance was a humanoid creature on the ground that seemed to still be alive.

What the hell is going on?!

Before Moen could react, he saw the ship's security guards come up and lift up the humanoid creature.

"I'm sorry, sir, we seem to have spoiled your good mood. But don't worry, this guy won't be showing up in front of you."

"Wait, can I ask what happened?"

"It's nothing, it's just that this guy not only sneaked onto the ship, but he also went to the kitchen to steal food. When our head chef caught him, he not only refused to confess, but he even hit the head chef."

Moen couldn't help but turn around and glance at the flowers and plants behind him that had been smashed during the fight:

"They fought their way from the kitchen all the way here?"

"Yes, a lot of things were smashed."

Another security guard punched the humanoid creature hard in the stomach, watching it gag as it tried to vomit but could only dry heave because its stomach was empty.

He smiled and said:

“This guy really deserved it. Our kitchen has been short of food these days, and it’s all top-quality meat that we’ve prepared especially for our VIP guests.”

Another security guard picked up the humanoid creature's bruised and swollen head and said:

"He even boasted that he was a blood noble, a privileged being protected by the moon. How laughable, a privileged being who steals?"

Moen listened with a shocked expression.

The vampire clan has an extremely strict hierarchical system, so he is indeed a vampire and a high-ranking noble.

He was even a time traveler.

Chapter 204 Who exactly are you?! (3k)

After a brief hesitation, Moen still said:

"How much damage did he cause? I'll compensate him for it."

"Him? You know him?"

"I don't know him, but I will compensate him for the losses he caused."

The two security guards exchanged glances before speaking to Moen:

"Let's go ask him exactly how much trouble he caused."

"It's troublesome."

Soon, the security guard who had gone to inquire about the situation returned and said to Moen:

"Approximately one hundred and one Mehring gold."

"If you want compensation, one hundred coins will do. Or you can just forget about it. You don't even know this guy. Going to jail is what he deserves."

"There's some connection, after all. How about a Baratheon gold pound?"

"Baratheon's coins?!"

Both security guards were somewhat surprised.

"Correct."

When they saw that Moen had actually pulled out a hundred-pound note, the crowd behind them gasped in surprise.

Since His Majesty the Sword and Shield King ascended the throne, Baratheon's status has risen accordingly.

Not only do many collectors enjoy collecting Baratheon coins, which are becoming increasingly valuable.

Even the coins issued by Baratheon were already recognized as hard currency by all countries.

Those who could afford one hundred Baratheon pounds were extremely rare, at least in Meereen.

"You...you gave us everything?"

"of course."

"Thank you, thank you. Oh, we'll get you a first-aid kit right away."

To thank Moen for his generosity, the security guards even brought a medical kit to help the humanoid creature apply medicine.

Moen waved his hand and said:

"No need for that, just give him a bowl of blood, preferably freshly drawn."

"Human blood?"

"No, no need. Chickens, ducks, cows, and sheep are all fine. Of course, if you're willing to bleed yourself a little, that would be the best."

Vampires were created as weapons in the later stages of the Apocalyptic War.

To make them more useful, the eldest son who created the vampires not only gave them wings to soar through the sky, powerful claws and teeth, and great abilities, but also gave them bodies that could quickly regenerate by drinking blood.

After all, blood is the one thing that is never lacking on the battlefield.