Huh? Are they all real?

After a brief hesitation, Moen said:

"How much damage did he cause? I will compensate him."

"Him? Do you know him?"

"I don't know him, but I will compensate for the damage he caused."

After the two security guards looked at each other, they said to Moen:

"Let's go ask him exactly how much trouble he caused."

"Trouble."

Soon, the security guard who went to inquire about the situation came back. He said to Moen:

"About one hundred and one Meereen gold."

"If you want compensation, just a hundred coins will do. Otherwise, forget it. You don't know this guy at all. Going to jail is the end he deserves."

"There is some connection after all. Can I use the Baratheon Golden Pound?"

"Baratheon coins?!"

Both security guards were a little surprised.

"right."

After seeing Moen actually take out a hundred pound note, the crowd behind them exclaimed.

Since His Majesty the King of Sword and Shield came to the throne, Baratheon's status has grown exponentially.

It's not just collectors who enjoy collecting the increasingly valuable Baratheon currency.

Even the coins issued by Baratheon are already hard currency recognized by all countries.

And those who could afford a hundred Baratheon gold pounds were very few in Meereen at least.

"You, you gave it all to us?"

"certainly."

"Thank you, thank you, ah, we'll give you a medical kit right away."

In order to thank Morn for his generosity, the security guards even took the initiative to bring a medical kit to help the humanoid creature get medicine.

Moen waved his hand and said:

"There's no need for this. Just give him a bowl of blood. It's best if it's freshly drained."

"Human blood?"

"No, no need. Chickens, ducks, cattle and sheep are all fine. Of course, if you are willing to bleed yourself, that would be the best."

The Strigoi were created as weapons during the latter stages of the War of Apocalypse.

In order to make them more useful, the eldest son who created the Vampires not only gave them wings to soar in the sky, powerful minions, and powerful abilities, but also gave them a body that could quickly recover by sucking blood.

After all, the most indispensable thing on the battlefield is blood.

The other party did not bleed himself, but he did bring a bowl of freshly bled blood that was still steaming.

Mohn couldn't smell the blood.

But at least it was blood.

You don't even need to feed him directly to drink. Just by being close, this humanoid creature instantly becomes energetic.

Just now, he was like a dead dog, and he immediately broke away from the security guards' support, turned to holding the blood bowl and drank heavily.

A bowl of hot blood.

The injuries on his face and body healed quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Even his whole person was extremely energetic.

This made Moen's brows slightly raised.

After recovering, he turned back to the restaurant and shouted:

"Come on, come on, that guy just now! I'm full, come and fight with me again!"

Before he could continue shouting, Moen said behind him:

"I have helped you make up for the problems you caused, but this is not because I am kind or you are a good person, just because I want to ask you a few questions."

"So, please calm down, and then we can find a quiet place to sit down and have a good chat. Otherwise, I believe these friends will be happy to send you back to where you should go."

The man immediately became quiet after hearing this. He looked at the eager security guards and then at the revolver that was not covered by anything on Morn's waist.

He immediately chose to follow his heart:

"Of course, sir, you are absolutely right. Where do you think it is better?"

Seeing this, the crowd who knew there was nothing to watch slowly dispersed.

Only Moen and him casually found a secluded dining table to sit down.

Morn went on to order a bowl of red heart borscht and a few pieces of 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. My name is Slyling Leicester."

After looking at him, Morn tore the bread into pieces and put it into the borscht and said:

"The family emblem of the Marquis of Leicester is a flying crow, but the emblem on your collar is a spear hanging upside down."

"This is the emblem of Duke Bathory's family, and it is also in line with your status of being able to use red leaf grass. However, male members of the Bathory family will cut off their left little finger with a holy blade to show that they are the Bathory's broken fingers. The legitimate heir of Tori."

"Why are your hands intact?"

The other party obviously did not expect that Moen would know so much about all this.

After a while, he tightened his collar and said:

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

Moen sighed and said:

"I know so much about your family history. Do you think I don't know that, given your hierarchy, you are not even qualified to retain the family emblem of a dignified duke?"

"So. Who are you, and what is your family line?"

Looking at Moen who directly exposed himself, the other party forced a smile and then said:

"Well, I am indeed a descendant of the Bathory family. The reason why I lied about being a Lester is because my identity is a bit special. After all, you see, my fingers are intact."

Moen stopped all his movements and said seriously to the vampire man in front of him:

"It seems that I should send you back to the prison of the airship. When you get there, let your family and your tribe know that you, an idiot, were imprisoned in a human prison because you couldn't tell the truth. A prison sentence that will bring shame on your family!”

The other party showed an unbelievable look and said:

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

As he spoke, he even slapped the table and stood up.

"You are simply insulting my family and bloodline!"

People's attention was also attracted again.

The security guards who had been paying attention here all moved closer.

If something goes wrong, they will hold down this guy who should be a vampire.

They even brought 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 security guards surrounding him and the calm Moen, his expression didn't change at all, only full of anger.

After snorting coldly, he said directly to the security guards:

"Come on, this fool doesn't believe what I say, take me away. I am a noble blood noble, and I cannot accept this kind of insult!"

The security guards were shocked by his aura, and they all looked at Moen.

This is the sponsor and it is his business.

Obviously he needs to speak.

Moen signaled the security guards to leave alone.

Upon seeing this, a trace of complacency flashed across the man's eyes.

I really made the right bet.

This man did understand the vampires, but that was all.

But what he didn't expect was that Moen said to him while enjoying the food:

"You're betting that I only know your system and family lineage, but I don't know much else."

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

But nothing changed on his face.

"It seems you still don't believe me, then send me away. I can't accept your insult."

"Can't accept my insult? It's so funny. You are clearly trampling on my good intentions."

The man was unmoved and just stood proudly.

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

When Moen saw this, he couldn't help but admired:

"Good calmness. If it were someone other than me, no, even another vampire would probably be deceived by you."

The man was getting more and more surprised in his heart, but his face remained unchanged.

He didn't believe that this passerby really knew any better.

Moen didn't mean to talk nonsense anymore. Anyway, the purpose of staying with him for so long was to make him feel that he knew everything about him, so that he would not dare to cover up what he really didn't know.

So Moen looked at him playfully and said:

"Do you really want me to say it?"

"I don't know what you mean."

Moen nodded and said:

"The Vampire Clan has strong resilience. The higher up the family line, the more powerful this ability becomes."

"For ordinary vampires, let alone the blood of animals, even drinking human blood will not heal that quickly. After all, you are seriously injured and you are seriously lacking blood nourishment."

"In your situation just now, even if a blood noble with a decent title came, he wouldn't be able to be so active."

"But you just relied on a bowl of animal blood that may not even be cow blood to restore you to this state."

"so"

Moen looked at the man's face, and the anger on his face was gone.

He looked at Moen and nodded:

"You really surprised me and I'm going to confess everything."

Moen continued directly:

"So how many people are there in Wang Jue now?"

The man finally changed his color.

After he hurriedly looked around and realized that no one had heard him, he gritted his teeth and said to Moen:

"Are you crazy? Don't you know this may kill me or even you? You don't want your life, I want it too!"

Moen smiled and said:

"You asked me to say this yourself."

The man's face suddenly turned red and white.

He didn't expect this guy to really know.

"Okay, what exactly are you asking? Find another place, this place is too dangerous."

Mohn continued:

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

At first, the man just looked around dissatisfied.

After a moment, he finally realized something was wrong and looked directly at Moen in shock.

"What did you just say?"

"I haven't finished my breakfast yet."

"I meant the previous sentence."

Moen put down his knife and fork, looked at him with a look that he couldn't understand and said:

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

At this moment, the man’s voice changed:

"How much do you know?!"

"Also, who are you?!"

Moen still didn't answer him. Moen just lowered his head again and tore the bread into pieces and said:

"Duke Bathory seems a little dissatisfied with the current situation."

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

"Who the hell are you?!"