Huh? Are they all real?...

I never expected it to turn out like this in the end.

"And my name here should be Tesla Elgurah."

"By the way, may I ask where this ship is headed?"

Lester Heather asked curiously.

"You came up here without knowing anything?"

"I just wanted to escape that place as much as possible, so after discovering that the boats here were all long-distance ferries, I sneaked aboard. I had no idea exactly where it was."

"Seven Hills, this is the ship to Seven Hills, and since you are a member of the Heather family, perhaps Seven Hills would be a good place for you."

Moen had thought this would be good news for him.

But to his surprise, he panicked after hearing this.

"Seven Hills?! No, no, Seven Hills won't do!"

"Seven Hills is no good, I want to leave here, I want to leave! I can't go to Seven Hills, I can't go to Seven Hills!"

Why can't we go to Qiqiu?

Moen quickly restrained the panicked man.

But this didn't help much, because he still said with a look of fear on his face:

"Because they're also going to Qiqiu!"

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Vampires do not have a specific headquarters.

Because their family castle was a war fortress that could fly and move around.

This is in preparation for the battle of the Apocalypse.

The larger the family line, the larger the castle.

As the castle of the vampire dukes, the Bathory family's castle appears to the mortals below as almost a mountain flying through the air.

And on the top floor of the fortress.

The Duke of Bathory was listening to his sons' reports:

"So the matter between that Shadow Sun and the Church of Steelheart is over?"

“Yes, Father, so I don’t think the problem between the elves and the Church of Steelheart will affect us.”

"That's good. Those short-lived species don't know how powerful the long-eared ones are, but we noble vampires will never forget."

If the elf makes a big move, he might have to move to other continents.

Those long-eared guys are not only good fighters, but they're also incredibly xenophobic.

Duke Bathory nodded and waved to the side. A young woman immediately stepped forward, suppressing her fear.

To her, the Duke of Bathory simply patted her shoulder gently, like soothing a kitten.

"Don't worry, don't worry, I won't hurt you. I am a merciful duke."

This seemed to work, and the frightened girl regained some composure.

"Thank you, my lord."

"You're welcome. It seems you've misunderstood my men. So, to express my apology, may I ask what your wish is?"

The Duke's incredibly kind smile slightly eased the girl's fear.

She asked with a hint of anticipation:

"So, can I go home?"

"Go home? Of course, but where is your home, beautiful lady?"

“Osay, my home is in the Duchy of Meereen on the Osay Peninsula, on a small plain to the west of Meereen.”

Seemingly seeing a glimmer of hope, the girl spoke with increasing excitement.

But at that moment, Duke Bathory bit her throat and crushed it.

He drank her blood in large gulps.

He dislikes tasting frightening foods.

But moments later, Duke Bathory, in a fit of rage, threw the girl from his arms:

"A virgin! I want a virgin! Why can't you tell the difference, you idiot!"

His sons knelt down in terror before him.

"But, but Father, she has never been touched by a man!"

"She's just never been touched by a man! She's no longer a symbol of purity. I want a flawless virgin. You idiot, how could I possibly think you're better than your brother!"

In his rage, the Duke smashed his wine glass over his eldest son's head.

The eldest son was hit on the head and bled profusely, but he dared not speak and could only keep his head down.

And that girl, that beautiful girl who was forcibly abducted and who had just been dreaming of going home.

He was lying on the steps, barely alive.

Her throat was completely crushed.

A large amount of blood almost sprayed out, staining the entire staircase red.

She is already dead, but she is still alive now.

She could only watch in despair as her body gradually grew as cold as everything else in the room.

She may never have understood what she did wrong until she died.

After a long time, the girl's body was almost numbly cleaned up by the servants.

Then a new young girl walked in timidly, wearing a brand-new dress.

This time, Duke Bathory took a serious sniff.

Then he showed a satisfied expression.

"This was prepared by your brother, wasn't it? A bright red dress, that's definitely his taste. Alright, for your brother's sake, tell me, what's the rest of you saying?"

The eldest son then spoke:

"Because the elves didn't make any big moves, they all agreed to come to Seven Hills."

Duke Bathory, who had drawn the girl into his arms, stopped the trembling girl and laughed:

"It seems we'll let the whole world know where the nobility of the vampires truly comes from!"

Chapter 206 The Lionheart Covenant (4k)

Inside the airship Moen was traveling in, the man named Lester finally quieted down.

"What do you mean by saying the vampires will advance towards Seven Hills?"

Even though he had calmed down considerably, he still couldn't help but tremble when he heard about it.

Those years of torment truly left an indelible impression on him.

"That's something I overheard myself; it's not something too secretive. Almost all of their people know about it."

"The Duke of Bathory's castle will advance toward Seven Hills, and he will also call on other families to come."

After saying that, the man pleaded with Moen:

"Please, find a way to get me down there. I can't go to Seven Hills; that place is hell!"

Moen could tell that there was probably nothing left in his stomach, and he could also tell that he was really scared.

But after a brief moment of thought, Moen also said to him seriously:

“I don’t have many reasons to convince you, but I want you to know that if you don’t go to Seven Hills, you probably won’t survive.”

The man instantly stood up and backed against the wall, swallowing hard as he asked Moen:

"Are you going to kill me if I don't go?!"

Moen shook his head and said:

"If I wanted to kill you, I wouldn't need to go through all this trouble. Your life is now completely in my hands."

"I was just giving you advice out of goodwill."

Moen's first sentence reassured the man slightly; Moen really didn't need to go through all that trouble.

But he still asked uneasily:

"Could I know more reasons? I'm sorry, I'm really scared!"

He was just a pitiful man who was terrified; it's incredibly lucky that he's still alive.

So Moen's tone softened as he spoke:

“You are the last of the dukes, and your existence is so special, so I think it’s possible that you were able to escape because you were used as a new pawn and placed in a new place.”

The man wasn't stupid; he instantly understood what Moen meant:

"Impossible, Young Master Bathory is such a good man. He wouldn't do that."

Moen said seriously:

“You’ve lived among the vampires for a long time, so you should know that their hierarchical system is almost perversely strict.”

"It is indeed highly questionable that the second son of the duke, as a guest, could bypass the duke and do what you said."

"Therefore, I have good reason to believe that your escape is part of a new arrangement."

For Moen, there's always someone he can help.

After all, he's even willing to stick to seemingly foolish and unnecessary personal principles when playing games.

How many people would be willing to treat all the NPCs in a game with kindness?

At that time, Moen thought that since he had this ability, he should naturally be more tolerant of others.

Although this is just self-comfort.

But reality is already very torturous.

There's no need to torture yourself with tons of data in games.

The man was somewhat accepting of Moen's statement. But he still wanted to try and persuade him:

"But according to you, shouldn't I stay even further away from Seven Hills?"

"That place is clearly the center of all events. If there really is some kind of plot against me, then that place is probably the answer itself."

There are two explanations for this.

Firstly, Lester, who was caught up in the conflict between the Blood Moon and the vampires, would obviously be safer staying close to his own Dark Moon faction.

He is the King of the Moon, naturally opposed to the Blood Moon and the Bloodthirsty Party.

There must be other Darkmoon faction members among the vampires, but there's clearly no time to identify them all now, and they might not be able to guarantee Lester's safety.

But that's clearly not what I could say, so Moen offered a second explanation:

"If you were asked to design a chess piece, and then you found that the piece didn't move as you intended, what would you do?"

The man was speechless.

If his own pieces encounter this situation, he will most likely exchange or even abandon them.

Neither of them is a good thing.

So he immediately lowered his head and said:

"alright, I got it."

"The room next to mine is empty; I can help you take care of him."

That room wasn't actually empty; it was where Moen registered under another identity.

After Rice nodded his thanks, Moen asked again: