Huh? Are they all real?...

As he approached the master of ceremonies, both the announcer and the master of ceremonies stared at Moen in surprise.

In the vampire clan, guests are generally not required to announce their names.

Because the etiquette officer who records the guests' names and the announcer who reads the guests' names are people who can be recognized at a glance.

As mentioned earlier, in the vampire system, all nobles are registered, and only those vampires without family recognition or bloodline are unknown.

They could not have seen all the nobles in person, but they had seen and memorized the coats of arms of all the nobles, as well as the names and general descriptions of the family members.

In order to demonstrate their ancient civilization, the vampires refused to use the convenient method of identification, such as the image imprint.

And now, they don't even recognize a vampire who brought an elf to the grand feast?

After a brief moment of surprise, the protocol officer immediately stood up and asked:

"Sir, have you encountered any unexpected events?"

They didn't think anyone would cause trouble, especially since the adult in front of them was indeed incredibly elegant in his manners.

The head and neck were kept at a very suitable angle, ensuring one's own demeanor without appearing arrogant to others.

His gait and posture were also controlled at an extremely tricky level. At first, they didn't notice anything wrong, only that it seemed a little awkward. After a moment, they realized that this gentleman had deliberately adjusted his steps and posture to better accentuate the woman beside him.

The fact that someone deliberately sacrifices their own movements and elegance to complement the lady accompanying them is a testament to their excellent manners.

And those who can perfectly complement the other are even rarer.

Many nobles would make a fool of themselves and their female companions by trying to imitate others' styles.

Because while they may practice on the same person, the situations in which they walk around can never be the same forever.

Whether indoors or outdoors, under the moonlight or the sun, whether there are people around or not, slight changes in these environmental factors can make a big difference in the results of the initial training.

To achieve perfection in everything requires an extremely high level of self-cultivation!

Furthermore, as this adult approached, they also smelled the faint scent of red foliage with the aroma of lilies.

This must have been something that the person personally blended lilies and red leaves in perfect proportions and then carefully adorned their body with.

This is a skill that many nobles from ducal families find difficult to master.

This is completely different from the previous guy who was clearly just a follower but received the red leaf as a gift because of the banquet.

Red leaves are such a waste on that guy; they'd be better fed to pigs!

"What trouble did you encounter? No, there's no trouble at all. As for why you two didn't recognize me..."

Moen took off his top hat and smiled:

"Perhaps it's because my family hasn't been active for a long time."

"So you are?"

“Tagul Tagula”.

Moen uttered the name casually.

"The Tagura family? My lord, I, I, please wait!"

Suddenly remembering something, the etiquette officer hurriedly brought out an extremely thick book from behind him.

Because the vampires take good care of themselves, there is no dust on them.

However, its antiquity is immediately apparent.

This is one of the prides of the Bathory family—a noble register that has been passed down for two whole eras!

Of course, the copy in the official’s possession was just a manuscript, but even a manuscript was copied from thousands of years ago.

As the protocol officer turned the pages of the register, he finally found the name he had vaguely seen before.

"Count Tagula from Monte Cristo? O Primordial One, your family has not appeared for an entire era!"

“My family has suffered many misfortunes, but thankfully I am still alive, and the esteemed Bathory family still remembers me and my lineage!”

Because vampires are a group that operates in family units.

Therefore, it is common for a family lineage to suddenly disappear into a certain place for thousands of years without ever appearing.

This is normal for vampires, but it is indeed very rare for one to last for an entire era.

"May I go in?"

"Of course, my lord!"

Moen nodded in acknowledgment.

The announcer also loudly proclaimed Moen's full name:

"Count Taggle Taggle from Monte Cristo has come to visit!"

A count wouldn't cause much of a stir here, but the names Monte Cristo and Tagula, which are almost unrecognizable, attracted the attention of many nobles.

When they saw Ms. Lily, who had been nestled beside Moen, all the vampires who were watching gasped in surprise.

How can someone be carrying an elf?!

A moment later, even among the great nobles, some vampires couldn't help but swallow hard.

As the saying goes, what you can't have is always the best.

And elves, that is the eternal dream of all vampires.

As for dragons, which are on par with elves, well, how should I put it? As long as you give them enough gold coins and gems, the dragons are willing to accidentally bleed a little by scratching their scales.

This drew Lily even closer to Moen.

Moen, who had intended to continue teasing, realized that the other person was genuinely afraid.

He then placed his hand on the back of Ms. Lily's hand.

Then, standing in front of her, he smiled at the numerous vampires:

"Please, esteemed gentlemen, do not look at my Tingchen like that. She has never seen so many distinguished guests before. Please do not frighten her!"

Realizing their rudeness, the vampires, no matter how much they coveted the elf, forcibly turned their heads away.

Seeing that they all reluctantly looked away, Ms. Lily finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Sensing that she had relaxed, Moen then turned his attention to the hall.

It's strange that the marquises are still alive, but none of the eight dukes are.

After understanding the situation, Moen immediately asked the nobleman beside him:

"May I ask, Duke Bathory? My family has been inactive for far too long, so I feel obligated to thank the host of this place!"

The other person first looked at Ms. Lily, then swallowed hard before forcing a smile at Moen:

"The Count of Monte Cristo? That's quite a while, I'd almost forgotten the name. Anyway, you're a bit late, the eight grand dukes have already gone up."

"Keeping so many guests here suggests that it's a very important matter that requires discussion among the eight dukes!"

Moen asked this question with a smile.

The other party unconsciously glanced at the elf still hiding behind Moen and said:

"Ah, no, that's not it. I don't know the specifics, but I heard that a distinguished guest has arrived?"

A distinguished guest who requires the presence of eight dukes?

Moen had a pretty good idea of ​​what was going on.

"May I ask them where they left from?"

"This is not something a guest should ask, Lord Tagula from Monte Cristo."

Upon hearing the sound, Moen immediately turned around.

What they saw was a young man with an extraordinary demeanor, and behind him were not just a few poor men like Moen, but more than a dozen courtiers and nobles.

Although he was wearing a mask, Moen knew who he was at a glance from the obvious missing finger.

The eldest son of Grand Duke Bathory!

"Ah, you must be Lord Tos Bathory, the eldest son of Grand Duke Bathory?"

"It is I, Lord Tagura. I have a question I would like to ask you."

Coming for me?

Is it strange that it hasn't been active for an entire era?

Or Leicester?

"Of course, Lord Tos."

The vampire named Toth glanced at Lester before asking Moen:

“Your family has not appeared for an entire era, so how can I be sure that you are Count Tagula of Monte Cristo?”

Moen smiled and took out his family crest, handing it over:

“This is my family crest, witnessed by the esteemed Duke Barbatos, and I have his certificate. Does this prove my identity?”

Tos simply shook his head and smiled at the family crest that Moen handed him:

"I don't mean any disrespect to Grand Duke Barbatos, but in the history of vampires, there have been quite a few cases of family crests being forged."

Moen could only ask helplessly:

So what do you want?

Toth looked at Moen with amusement and said:

"It's nothing, I just want you to go to the statue yourself to verify it."

"Please rest assured, I'm just making sure no outsiders who shouldn't be here sneak into our banquet. After all, you always make me feel like you're not a vampire!"

As almost the highest-level gathering of vampires, it involves checks before entering the city and covert investigations after entering.

The final hurdle wasn't the ceremonial officer from before, but the holy statue placed in the hall!

Whether someone is a vampire or a liar will be laid bare before the statue.

Moen remained completely calm in the face of this.

Although the icons were not visible in the hall.

But there are probably only three types: Blood Moon, Dark Moon, and the original eight dukes.

He has a way to deal with either one, and he can also directly judge the current state of the Blood Clan from the holy statues they bring out.

Chapter 213 Verifying Identity (4k)

"I'm not a vampire? Good heavens, is this how the Bathory family treats its guests?"

"Why don't you just go up and verify who's right and who's wrong? If I'm wrong, I'll apologize to you."

Bathory's eldest son, Toth, picked up his cane and pressed the tip, inlaid with a large emerald, against Moen's chest, saying:

"Isn't it too obvious that you're being too guilty to refuse?"

Moen shook his head with amusement and said:

"I was merely defending my rights, and you immediately interpreted it as me being guilty? Fine, where is the icon?"

"The icon is upstairs; please come with me."

Upstairs?

Without hesitation, Moen replied:

"Then please bring the statue downstairs. Everyone is here, so let everyone bear witness."

After Moen said those words, he saw a nobleman behind Tos step forward and whisper a few words in Tos's ear.

It seems there's some trouble involved in taking the icon down.

Toth's subsequent reply and the change in the other's expression further convinced Moen of this.

Because Toss smiled and shook his head, saying:

"No need. Our Bathory family is absolutely just, so please bring the icon down!"

The nobleman said urgently: