Huh? Are they all real?...

Moen understood what Ms. Lily meant. She was a Sequence 5 Dark Apostle, possessing the ability to temporarily transform herself and others into other races.

But it's not as simple as making Moen grow fangs.

Instead, they temporarily transformed Moen into a true vampire.

This wouldn't have been a big deal; it was just being drained of blood. But Moen was still the Moon King and the Eternal King.

Either way, Ms. Lily is the absolute superior.

To be honest, Moen didn't know if this would have unforeseen consequences.

"Please prove it to them, Master!"

“My lady, we don’t need to endure their constant insults.”

Moen tried to remind Ms. Lily that this might not be quite right.

To prepare for the worst-case scenario, Moen naturally had plans.

As for Moen's hint, Ms. Lily simply looked at him seriously and said:

“I am your courtier, your family member, and your first consort, so what’s wrong with that?”

Looking at the incredibly serious Ms. Lily, Moen finally nodded slightly and leaned towards Ms. Lily's incredibly beautiful, snow-white neck.

After giving it a gentle lick, Ms. Lily couldn't help but tremble for a moment.

Without further hesitation, Moen gently bit down.

Ms. Lily, her eyes glazed over, collapsed into Moen's arms.

In every respect, Moen was far superior to Ms. Lily.

A moment later, all the vampires smelled the sweet scent unique to the elves.

Even though they were all nobles, they couldn't help but revel in the sweet scent of blood in the air.

This is the blood of an elf!

Even among elves, they are high-level elves, which are extremely rare!

Moments later, Moen, his lips stained with blood, parted from Ms. Lily's neck, revealing his sharp teeth.

Ms. Lily leaned quietly against Moen's chest, and after a brief moment of drowsiness, she gently wiped the traces of blood from Moen's face with her handkerchief.

Her wounds have healed, and as a Sequence Five Dark Apostle, this is a very simple application.

After giving her a careful look, Moen said to the people around him:

"So, is that alright, sirs?"

Ms. Lily should be fine, right?

At this point, everyone turned to look at the dumbfounded Tos.

Toss shouted urgently:

"No, no, take his blood, take his blood!"

As he spoke, he even tried to transform into black mist and attack Moen directly.

But as soon as he transformed, the marquis in front of him stomped him to the ground.

At the same time, the vampire marquis, who was of rank three, directly stepped on him and twisted his arm off:

"You have disappointed me greatly, Tos of the Bathory family!"

"No, no, ah, I have a witness, I have a witness, I!"

Before Tos could continue, a voice interrupted him, saying:

"Enough, you unfilial son!"

Upon realizing whose voice it was, all the vampires stepped back and bowed in unison.

Even the Marquis who trampled on Tos was the same.

He immediately released Tos and bowed to the owner of the voice, saying:

"Your Excellency, please forgive my actions."

Archduke Bathory, who emerged from the back of the hall, nodded to the Marquis and said:

"I need to thank you for not letting my stupid son do more stupid things!"

Yes, the one who has arrived is the master of this fortress, the current Grand Duke Bathory.

Behind him were the other seven dukes.

With their arrival, this farce should finally come to a complete end.

In order to allow the Grand Duke to arrive, the vampires surrounding him naturally made way for him.

Seeing his father finally arrive, Toss hurriedly stood up with great joy and said:

“Father, you’ve finally come! Quickly, tell them all that I did nothing wrong! I was right, that was one of them.”

But Tos was met with his father's icy gaze.

Seeing those incredibly cold eyes, Tos realized something and tried to run away.

But where could he run to? Almost instantly, he felt his chin being pinched, followed by excruciating pain.

Grand Duke Bathory ripped out his tongue.

And then he threw it in front of Moen.

"Lord Tagula of Monte Cristo, I apologize for my son's foolishness, and I hope this will satisfy you!"

Looking at Grand Duke Bathory before him, and Tos rolling on the ground, and the still steaming tongue beneath his feet.

Moen, who was holding Ms. Lily, released her and bowed slightly, saying:

"I have nothing more to say, Your Grace!"

"That's good, sir."

After leaving those words, Archduke Bathory raised his left hand, on which was a yellowish-brown gemstone ring.

"I apologize to you all for my son's foolishness, but I also need to announce some great news to you all."

"One of the Nine Commandments that was once lost in our hands—the Earth Commandment, representing restraint—has returned to us!"

Upon seeing the earthy yellow gemstone ring, all the vampires let out another round of exclamations.

The Ring of Earth has always been a great obsession for the vampires.

They refused Sauron's gifts because of their arrogance.

Because of their arrogance, they couldn't bring themselves to chase after the treasure.

Because of their arrogance, they truly couldn't let go of this rare and precious treasure.

But now, this legendary treasure has finally returned to the hands of their vampire clan?!

Is this a sign that they are destined for greatness?

It was clear that the crowd's attention had shifted from the farce to this.

Duke Bathory also showed a satisfied expression.

He glanced at Moen and then withdrew his hand, saying:

"My lord, the night is still long. I hope my banquet will satisfy you. Of course, I recommend you take a look around this historic Bathory Castle. You might find something unexpected!"

This guy knows who he is, and he'll kill himself.

Of course, not here.

They want to kill themselves without anyone knowing!

But why do you dare to wear the Earth Ring on your hand?

Moen looked at Bathory seriously and said:

"I will, Your Grace. I will take a good look at this renowned castle!"

The Grand Duke raised his glass and laughed:

"I hope you are happy, sir."

Moen laughed as well:

"I hope you are happy, Your Excellency!"

The brief incident between the two ended quickly, and the banquet naturally continued.

Lester leaned closer, trembling, and said:

"Should we leave?"

Without turning his head, Moen said:

"It's time to leave this hall."

Chapter 215 Vlad the Moon King Vlad the Stegula (3k)

Lester fully supported Moen's plan; he truly couldn't stay in this godforsaken place any longer.

He wanted to drink some more tranquilizers, but he had already drunk up the large quantity of tranquilizers he had specially obtained from the dwarves.

Ms. Lily, however, held the opposite opinion:

“We are unaware of the situation outside, and our knowledge of this castle is limited to the route we took to get here. And it seems that the other side is clearly very dissatisfied with you.”

“But he held back in public, and I don’t recommend leaving the hall before finding out more about the situation.”

That was very sound advice, but Moen shook his head and said:

"Because they think the same way, we're not familiar with the situation, nor with their castle. So we need to leave before they fully realize what's going on."

"But you also said that we are completely unfamiliar with the outside world. Or did the dwarves give you this information?"

Moen shook his head and said:

"The dwarves also did not know that the Bathory family's castle only welcomed outsiders as food."

"Then why take action now? At least let me gather some information from the surrounding vampires first."

Lily discovered that the vampires here were extremely interested in her, an elf, and this was compounded by her recent encounter.

She was confident that she could gain many useful things by dealing with the vampires around her.

To this, Moen smiled and said:

"Because I know!"

Seeing Moen's confident smile, Ms. Lily suddenly felt her heart beating a little faster.

As mentioned earlier, in every respect, Mohn was absolutely superior to Ms. Lily.

The effects that Moen hadn't noticed were already quietly emerging.

For the first time, Ms. Lily lost her composure as a strong woman, and she lowered her head slightly, indicating her compromise:

"Okay, fine, I agree."

"Let's go, Leicester, let's set off."

The nature of the vampire race dictates that they will not like to make large-scale changes to their castles.

Because the ancient family castle, with its intact historical preservation, is their source of pride.

Unless it is absolutely necessary!

Therefore, a vampire castle largely remains the same as it was thousands of years ago.

Bathory Castle, being a ducal castle, is no exception.

Bathory, who had lost a finger, was known by many vampires and even his descendants to be proud of his missing finger.

But no one knew how Bathory got her severed finger.

That was cut by Moen!

Of course, not during the reign of the Moon King, that would be too late.