Huh? Are they all real?...

Ms. Lily simply stared blankly at the group of vampires in front of and behind her, utterly despondent.

For the first time, Ms. Lily couldn't help but grab Moen's arm.

It was at this moment that she felt completely drained, and only by leaning on him could she barely keep herself afloat.

However, to outsiders, this scene appeared very ambiguous and intimate.

This left many vampires staring in disbelief at Moen and Ms. Lily.

Of course, what they were looking at most were Ms. Lily's incredibly prominent, long, pointed ears.

Such long ears not only prove that this is an elf, but also that this is a high elf!

They were born with power and lifespan beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

It is also the lifelong pursuit of almost all vampires!

Under normal circumstances, vampires cannot have an elf by their side.

The elves are not only xenophobic but also excessively powerful.

Throughout the history of vampires, there have been several instances of high-ranking nobles attacking elves in an attempt to capture a permanent blood pack for themselves and their families.

But each time, the result was the permanent expulsion of the other party's castle and family lineage.

Over time, no vampires had any more ideas about this.

Food is never as important as life.

Therefore, Moen, accompanied by the elf, was extremely conspicuous.

Moreover, judging from this, the elf didn't even sign any contract with the other party.

This spirit is likely a courtier or a member of the enemy's household!

This discovery led many vampires to speculate about the origins of this nobleman.

They had guessed all the famous family lines, but still couldn't find anyone who matched.

Lily, leaning against Moen, asked softly:

“You didn’t say I was supposed to come here with you! Good heavens, they’re looking at me like I’m a piece of moving meat!”

Moen gently took her hand and said:

"Don't worry, you are now my courtier. As long as you follow my instructions, nothing will happen."

"No, that's not it. I'm asking why you brought me to such a dangerous place. Whoa, was that a demigod who just passed by?"

"He gave me the chills of the whole body!"

"Yes, that's a marquis, probably a third-ranking marquis. Judging from his insignia, he should be from the Olsen family, which is quite high among marquises."

Ms. Lily's teeth chattered as she listened.

"So why did you bring me here?!"

This isn't just being surrounded; it's like a whole roasted lamb jumping into a wolf's den!

Every vampire here wants to eat her, to devour her alive!

"The rules of the Grand Feast require at least two attendants, and from the people I can choose, there are only the two of you."

"Didn't you refuse either?"

"That's because you told me you could solve my identity problem permanently!"

“I have indeed solved it. After you drank the Holy Water of Rest, no one noticed anything wrong with you. The fact that you were able to walk this far safely is the greatest proof of that.”

Ms. Lily was speechless.

Although she hadn't expected the trip to be so dangerous before she came, it was indeed she who had agreed to the deal with Moen.

Ms. Lily gritted her teeth and said:

"I knew there was no such thing as a free lunch!"

Moen patted her hand and said:

"But fairies might fall from the tree."

"Didn't you say you'd forget about this?"

"We each pretended not to see it and forgot about it."

"You guy!"

After teasing Ms. Lily for a while, Moen felt his mood improve.

I've finally gotten my revenge for all the headaches that this persistent woman caused me!

Moen had figured it out: since he couldn't escape his wealth, his life would probably be the same.

Let's try it on Ms. Lily.

With a slight smile, Moen said to Lester behind him:

"Leicester, we're going in, so are you ready?"

Lester said with a mournful face:

"Sir, I'm not ready, I want to go back!"

Moen also said seriously:

"Leicester, if you turn back now, you'll really die."

"Your only way out is to pull yourself together and follow me through this journey."

Lester, whose calves were practically cramping, asked with a deathly pale face:

Is this really the only way?

"Yes, you must want to see for yourself what they're planning to do to you, right?"

"Don't worry about being recognized; vampire balls are all masked. Besides, the dwarves and I have cast spells of secrecy on you!"

After opening his mouth, Lester, seemingly resigned to his fate, finally gritted his teeth and mustered his spirits.

He raised his head, straightened his chest, and strode resolutely toward the door in front of him.

As you walk, your gaze involuntarily lowers.

Leicester nearly knelt down after taking only a step or two.

Moen sighed and pulled him up just before he actually knelt down, saying:

“Mr. Leicester, if you go in and are still so timid that you have to kneel down after taking just a few steps, I can’t help you.”

Lester nodded hastily, then pulled out a bottle of tranquilizer that he had disguised as blood and gulped it down.

Only then did he nod and say:

"It's okay, no problem!"

"That's good, let's go!"

Lester, whose brain was nearly destroyed by drugs, finally moved forward without fear.

Looking at the proud and arrogant Leicester.

Ms. Lily couldn't help but say:

“Lester Heather, I know him. His grandfather brought him to meet me when I turned twelfth. I just never expected that he would be here too.”

How much do you know about him?

"Not many. Although we're all from the same family, he's just a distant relative and I'm not familiar with him, but..."

"but?"

Ms. Lily recalled:

“However, I remember that there was a problem in the area that his family was in charge of. When my secretary was preparing to take the accounting team to investigate, his father came to me in person to apologize.”

"They said he encountered something very devastating, which caused him to become depressed, but that won't happen again; his father will handle everything personally."

"About how long will this take?"

"one Year."

In response, Moen laughed and said:

"Ah, back then, he was being tortured in the vampire's dungeon. It's already quite remarkable that he lasted four years before collapsing."

Ms. Lily, who herself had served five years in prison, wholeheartedly agreed.

He was on the verge of collapse even though he hadn't suffered any hardship himself, so it was only natural that he, who was being tortured directly, was going to be even more miserable.

"But did he also drink the holy water of rest?"

Looking at Lester's retreating figure, Moen smiled matter-of-factly:

"of course."

Ms. Lily asked, somewhat puzzled:

"When did this happen? How come I didn't see it?"

To show her trust, she drank the holy water of rest after watching Moen do it with her own eyes.

But she didn't see Lester at the time.

Shouldn't we deal with things that harm ourselves at the same time?

"It's not something I have to show you, dear lady."

That makes sense, so Ms. Lily nodded and then asked:

"How are you going to get in?"

Moen knew perfectly well whether he was a vampire or not, so how did this man plan to infiltrate a vampire gathering where the lowest rank was count?

Putting aside the fact that he's not a vampire, his identity alone is a huge problem.

Vampires have a strict hierarchical system, and every family and its members are clearly registered.

In fact, most vampires would simply memorize these lists.

Moen simply smiled and led her forward.

Moen did not answer her question.

As they walked, Moen asked:

"Are you feeling better? Do you need me to continue lending you my shoulder?"

"Of course I have no problem. I'm not as useless as that guy Lester."

"Then why won't you let me go?"

Ms. Lily rolled her eyes at him and said:

"Are you pretending not to know, or do you really not know? I'm your date, how could I not hold your hand?"

"No, you are my courtier. If the courtier and I are so close, the other vampires will think that you should still be my kin or even my Embrace!"

Ms. Lily fell silent. She, this foreign elf, knew what the object of her first embrace meant.

After a moment, she finally gave up and said:

"We've come this far, do you think I'd let go now?"

"No."

"Then why did you ask?!"

Ms. Lily looked completely stunned.

Moen then laughed and said:

"Because it's fun."

"You bastard?!?"

Ms. Lily suddenly had a strong urge to bite Moen's neck.

Let him know what's what.