Huh? Are they all real?...

The other party did not bleed him, but did bring him a bowl of freshly placed, still steaming hot blood.

Moen couldn't smell what kind of blood it was.

But at least it was blood.

There was no need to feed it directly; simply by getting close, the humanoid creature instantly became alert.

He, who had been lying like a dead dog, immediately broke free from the security guards' support and began to drink the blood from the bowl in large gulps.

A bowl of hot blood went down my throat.

The injuries on his face and body were healing rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He was incredibly energetic.

This made Moen raise an eyebrow slightly.

After recovering, he turned around and shouted towards the restaurant:

"Come on, come on, where's that guy from before? I'm full, come and fight me again!"

Before he could continue shouting, Moen spoke up behind him:

"I have already made amends for the problems you caused, but this is not because I am kind or you are a good person. It is simply because I want to ask you a few questions."

"So please calm down and let's find a quiet place to sit down and have a proper talk. Otherwise, I believe these friends would be happy to send you back to where you belong."

The man fell silent upon hearing this, glancing at the eager security guards and then at the revolver that Moen hadn't concealed at his waist.

He immediately chose to follow his heart:

"Of course, sir, you're absolutely right. Which place do you think is better?"

Seeing this, the crowd, realizing there was nothing to see, slowly dispersed.

Only Moen and he casually found a quiet table and sat down.

Moen then ordered a bowl of red borscht and some white bread.

Although she didn't make it herself, it was enough to satisfy Moen.

Tell me your name and family lineage.

The other party said directly:

“I am the third son of the Leicester family, and my name is Slynn Leicester.”

After glancing at him, Moen tore the bread into pieces and put them into the borscht, saying:

"The Marquess of Leicester's sigil is a flying raven, but the sigil on your collar is an upside-down spear."

"This is the emblem of the Bathory family, and it is also in line with your identity as someone who can use the Red Leaf Grass. However, male members of the Bathory family will cut off their left little finger with the Holy Blade to show that they are the rightful heirs of the Bathory with the missing finger."

Why are your hands intact?

The other party clearly did not expect Moen to know so much about all of this.

After a long pause, he tightened his collar and said:

"I am indeed the third son of the Leicester family, and this dress is a gift from my friend."

Moen sighed and said:

"I know so much about your family history, do you think I wouldn't know that, given your hierarchical system, even so, you have no right to keep the family crest of a duke?"

"So, who exactly are you, and which family lineage do you belong to?"

Seeing that Moen had directly exposed his mistake, the other party forced a smile before saying:

“Alright, I am indeed a descendant of the Bathory family. The reason I lied and said I was from the Leicester family is because my identity is a bit special. After all, you see, my fingers are intact.”

Moen stopped everything he was doing and said seriously to the vampire man in front of him:

"It seems I should send you back to the airship's prison. Once we get there, I'll let your family and your people know that you, this fool, were imprisoned in a human prison and brought shame upon your family because you couldn't utter a single truth!"

The other party looked incredulous and said:

"I've already told you, why don't you still trust me?!"

As he spoke, he slammed his fist on the table and stood up.

"You are utterly insulting my family and bloodline!"

People's attention was also drawn back to it.

The security personnel who had been keeping a close eye on the area immediately moved closer.

If anything goes wrong, they'll pin down this guy who's supposed to be a vampire.

They even brought along the first mate's treasured mithril handcuffs.

I just don't know why the first mate's handcuffs were found in the captain's room.

Looking at the surrounding security guards and the calm Moen, his expression remained unchanged, only filled with anger.

After giving a cold snort, he spoke directly to the security guards:

"Come on, this fool doesn't believe a word I say. Take me away! I am a noble blood noble, I cannot accept this insult!"

The security guards were intimidated by his imposing presence, and they all turned to look at Moen.

This is the big spender's business, and it's his business too.

It's obvious that he has to give the order.

Moen then gestured to the security guards to ignore them and leave.

Upon seeing this, a hint of smugness immediately flashed in the man's eyes.

I guessed right.

This person does know about vampires, but that's about it.

But to his surprise, Moen said to him while enjoying his meal:

"You're betting that I only know your system and family lineage, but nothing more."

A hint of surprise flashed in the man's eyes.

But his expression remained unchanged.

"It seems you still don't trust me. Then send me away. I cannot accept your insults."

"Can't accept my insults? That's ridiculous. You're the one who's trampling on my good intentions."

The man remained unmoved, standing there with unwavering pride.

It seemed as if he had truly been wronged by Moen.

Upon seeing this, Moen couldn't help but exclaim in admiration:

"Good composure. If it were anyone other than me, no, even another vampire, they would probably be fooled by you."

The man was increasingly surprised, but his expression remained unchanged.

He didn't believe that the passerby really knew more.

Moen didn't bother with any more words. He had been with him for so long just to make him feel like he knew everything about him, so that Moen wouldn't dare to hide anything from him in ways he didn't really know.

So Moen looked at him with amusement and said:

Do I really have to say it?

"I do not understand what you mean."

Moen nodded and said:

"Vampires have powerful regenerative abilities, and this ability becomes stronger the further back in the family line."

"For ordinary vampires, let alone animal blood, even drinking human blood wouldn't help them recover that quickly. After all, your injuries are quite severe, and you are seriously lacking in blood nourishment."

“Even a noble of considerable rank wouldn’t be able to keep up with you like that just now.”

"But you recovered to this state by relying on a bowl of animal blood that might not even be cow blood."

"so"

Moen looked at the man's face; the man's anger had vanished.

He looked at Moen and nodded, saying:

"You really surprised me. I'll tell you everything."

Moen, however, continued directly:

"So how many of the King's men are left?"

The man finally turned pale.

He quickly looked around and, after confirming that no one was likely listening, he gritted his teeth and said to Moen:

"Are you crazy? Don't you know this could cost me, or even you, your life? You might not care about your life, but I do!"

Moen laughed:

"You made me say it yourself."

The man's face flushed red and then turned pale.

He didn't expect this guy to actually know.

"Alright, what exactly do you want to ask? Let's go somewhere else, this place is too dangerous."

Moen continued:

"Calm down, calm down, stranger. You just drank a bowl of blood, but I haven't finished my breakfast yet."

The man initially just looked around with dissatisfaction.

A moment later, he finally realized something was wrong and looked at Moen in astonishment.

"what did you just say?"

"I haven't finished my breakfast yet."

"I meant the previous sentence."

Moen put down his knife and fork, looking at him with an expression that Moen couldn't understand, and said:

"Stranger, what's wrong? Aren't you one too?"

In that instant, the man's voice changed:

"How much do you actually know?!"

"And who exactly are you?!"

Moen still didn't answer him. Moen just lowered his head again and tore at his bread, saying:

"Duke Bathory seems somewhat dissatisfied with the status quo."

The man felt like he was about to shrink under the dining table, and he asked in terror:

"Who exactly are you?!"

Chapter 205: The Vampires Marching Towards the Seven Hills (Bonus Chapter by the Alliance Leader - 4k)

Who am I?

What a great question.

In the past, Moen could have simply told him that he was Moen Cromwell.

But now, he doesn't know how to answer others about who he is.

Am I Erianian Gilgalad, the Everlasting King? Or Trajan Westeros, the Sword and Shield King? Or perhaps Constantine, the exorcist saint?!

And there are many more such problems.

Moen felt he couldn't come up with any useful answers.

He once thought those memories were just archives.

But now it seems that it's much more than that.

However, Moen knew how to answer the man in front of him.