Yuqiongyin

There were many blood-hunting actions in the human world, and the castle where the dinner was held was not peaceful.

The eyes of several major clans looked at Sylvain with deep meaning, and her every move was watched by them.

She knew every move of the vampires these days, and it was not difficult to guess why they kept staring at her.

She is the most powerful one, and now she has a subtle attitude towards the major clans that are ready to make moves against her. The eleven clans thought that she is no longer as interested in power after she woke up, so they couldn't help but start to re-position themselves and prepare to divide their own new forces.

But Sylvaria never worried about these things, because she knew that these clans would not cause any big trouble, and the people in the family would naturally solve the problem for her, and she only needed to come forward at the appropriate time.

"What do you think, Your Majesty?"

Sylva Ria picked up a glass of red wine and handed it to him. Her tone was light, but it was filled with unquestionable majesty and oppression.

The king took the glass and was silent for a moment. This was a difficult decision for him. He knew very well that this decision would have a profound impact on the relationship between the two races.

If he agrees, his children will be taken hostage, which is undoubtedly a humiliation. However, if he refuses, the superficial peace between the two tribes will no longer be maintained, tensions will increase, and war may even break out.

In any case, it will cause huge losses to one's country.

He knew that this was a slap in the face from Sylvaria, the king of the vampires, after she woke up.

The king's hand trembled slightly, and the red wine in the glass swayed with it. He stared at the scarlet liquid in the glass, as if he saw the bloody storm in the future.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm his inner turmoil.

Finally, he raised his head and looked into Sylvaria's eyes, with a determined light in his eyes.

Her eyes were indifferent, yet like a deep lake, making it impossible to peek into her true thoughts.

"I agree." The king said slowly, his voice low and powerful, but his other hand was clenched into a fist, and one could see his inner struggle and determination.

He understood that this decision was not only about personal dignity, but also about the fate of the country.

Sylva Ria smiled slightly, a hint of satisfaction flashed in her eyes, and she gently raised her glass and gestured to the king.

They both raised their glasses at the same time and drank them all.

The mellow aroma of red wine filled the air, accompanied by a heavy atmosphere, as if foreshadowing a subtle change in the relationship between the two races, and the original balance was restored in an instant.

The king looked at Sylvaria silently, with mixed emotions in his heart.

He knew that this compromise would only bring temporary peace, but he believed that as long as his son could remain restrained and rational, he might be able to find a solution to the problem.

Sylva put down her wine glass and turned gracefully. Her eyes swept over everyone present and finally landed on the king.

She nodded slightly and said calmly, "Then I wish you all a pleasant dinner."

With Sylva Ria's departure, the tense atmosphere in the banquet hall gradually eased.

The king sat down wearily in a chair in the corner and rubbed his temple.

He knew that there were still many things that needed to be dealt with, including appeasing the people at home, dealing with possible public pressure, and further negotiations with the vampires.

Although the crisis was temporarily resolved, the conflict between the two races was not truly resolved.

"Father?! How could you agree to that?!!!"

Kula had just come back to her senses from her collapse. She grabbed the king's sleeve and questioned him harshly, ignoring everyone's gazes.

Alex was contacting Ivy, a member of the Blood Hunt who came with him today. Ivy, who pretended to be a blood slave, was a main member of the Blood Hunt and was indeed different from other timid blood slaves.

She was tall and wore an exquisite black lace dress, revealing her fair skin and slender neck, attracting the attention of many vampires at the dinner.

She was very courageous and not afraid. She exuded the sweet smell of blood, which soon attracted the attention of many young and talented vampires. They all locked onto this overly ostentatious blood servant, their blood-red eyes flashing with greed and desire.

Nikko, who had just spoken in a very familiar manner, was also one of those who were attracted. He was just passing by the blood servant, but he suddenly had a desire to drink blood.

The scent of this blood servant's blood was so tempting that the vampires could not suppress their desire.

The other vampires who were attracted to her slowly approached her, wanting to eat directly at the dinner.

The eyes of these vampires actually revealed a crazy hunger, as if they had not tasted blood for a long time.

However, when the vampires saw Prince Nielko striding towards the blood servant, they all stopped silently and stood where they were, watching Nielko walk step by step towards "the duck that was about to be caught."

Nielko's status in the blood clan is higher than theirs, and his strength is also very strong. They dare not challenge Prince Nielko's authority easily. Anyway, there are plenty of blood servants prepared by the Escarlot family for the dinner, and they have other options for eating.

Ivy also placed her choice on Neilco. She watched Neilco approaching step by step, and she also walked through the crowd towards him, completely ignoring Alex who was about to approach her slowly to ask her what was going on.

The vampires have always had a keen sense of perception, so Nikko naturally noticed Ivy's movements and expressions, but he did not make any other reactions. He just raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a barely perceptible smile.

Ivy raised her head, looked at Neilko, and nodded firmly. She believed in her intuition and she would not choose the wrong person.

When they were just a few steps away, Nikko quickly reached out his hand, grabbed Ivy to his side, and hugged her tightly, burying his head deeply in her neck and shoulders, stroking Ivy's long hair.

His movements were gentle and graceful, his blood-red eyes flashing with an unfathomable light, and he asked softly, "You choose me?"

"Yes, sir..."

Ivy felt Nilko's cold arms tightly wrapped around her waist, as well as her dangerous movements, and she forced herself to suppress the feelings that welled up in her heart, and tilted her head slightly to reveal her fair neck.

Ivy also secretly breathed a sigh of relief, secretly rejoicing in her heart that she was a descendant of the witch clan who inherited powerful magical powers and possessed an extremely high blood level.

She also used some potions before the dinner, which made her blood emit an alluring sweet scent, which was an irresistible temptation for vampires.

If the vampire Neilko had not declared his sovereignty in time, she would have likely faced a terrible crisis.

The potion was surprisingly effective! Her skin was not scratched, and the sweet smell was emanating, attracting countless vampires around her. They would pounce on her like hungry wolves and suck her blood crazily.

Thinking of this, Ivy couldn't help but shudder. If such a thing really happened, even if she didn't reveal her identity, it would be difficult for her to escape the fate of being sucked dry at the dinner party and eventually losing her life.

Fortunately, the appearance of Neilko, a high-level vampire, temporarily saved her from danger.

Nielko lowered his head slightly, buried his face in Ivy's neck and shoulder, and took a deep breath.

He smelled an alluring sweet scent, the smell of blood emanating from her body. However, Nielko found that her smell was unusually strong, even a little pungent.

The strong smell made Neilko feel a little strange, and he looked at her calmly.

Nielko muttered to himself that the Eslalot family was extremely strict in selecting blood slaves for this dinner. Not only did they require the blood slaves to be voluntary, but also that their blood must be of high grade and taste good.

In addition, they also have strict requirements for the facial features of blood slaves. They must be regular and have a sweet smell, but not as strong as this human.

As a vampire who has lived for hundreds of years, Nielko has keen insight and judgment.

He immediately realized that there seemed to be some problem here and was not easily fooled by the overly sweet blood in her body.

He remained alert in his heart, with a mocking and playful smile on his lips, and asked lazily: "Tell me, human, why did you choose to approach me?"

Ivy put her hand on Neilko's heart and pretended to tremble, her tone sounding so pitiful.

"That's because you are the only one here who has enough power to protect me."

Nilko was somewhat surprised by the words of the blood servant in his arms, and a pleasant smile appeared on his lips, "Yes, but you can actually tell at a glance that I am a prince."

"Because your temperament is so outstanding, the aura around you makes people feel intimidated."

"Hehehe...Interesting..."