Yuqiongyin

Nielko stared at her thoughtfully. In his eyes, this human was definitely not an ordinary blood slave.

A young girl came to the vampire clan's dinner party as a blood servant and saw a completely different world.

The vampires have elegant and indifferent faces, and exude a mysterious aura that makes people shudder; other blood servants serve the vampires humbly, and her heart is filled with sympathy and sadness.

Neilko had lived for hundreds of years and naturally knew that these voluntary blood servants would eventually regret their choice because they were afraid of death.

Instead of being like this blood servant now, ostentatiously trying to get the attention of the vampires.

Now this blood servant regards herself as her support and hopes to be protected. It is also because she knows that there is something wrong with the smell on her body and she is also afraid.

So, in Neilko's opinion, her words seemed ridiculous.

In the world of vampires, everyone has their own goals and motivations.

Was this clever girl really just out of pure fear? No, she must have had other intentions.

Neilko narrowed his eyes and carefully observed the blood servant in his arms. As a prince of the blood clan, he also needed to be loyal to the blood clan king Sylvaria.

"Come on, let's go dancing."

There was a flash of amusement in Neilko's eyes, he smiled ostentatiously, put his arm around Ivy's shoulders, and led her into the banquet hall.

He took Ivy's hand, led her to the center of the dance floor, and started dancing.

Following the rhythm of the music, Neilco and Ivy's bodies were closely pressed together, and their dance steps were light and graceful.

At this moment, they seemed to be in a world that belonged only to the two of them, forgetting the hustle and bustle and troubles around them.

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The floor-to-ceiling window behind him was wide open, and the light of the blood moon poured down.

Sylva Ria was lazily leaning on the railing, seemingly observing every move in the banquet hall carelessly, but in fact she was always highly alert and perceptive.

She naturally noticed a woman in a bright red and black dress, who was gracefully approaching her direction.

This woman has a charming and beautiful appearance. Her skin is not as pale as those low-level vampires. Her delicate face is painted with bright makeup, which makes her beauty and charm more prominent.

This seems to be one of the nobles of the eleven clans, what’s her name… Vivienne?

She couldn't remember his name, but it seemed that he was of a high status and was a prince of noble status.

Lucas beside him whispered, "Your Majesty, it's Prince Vivienne."

"it is good."

Sylvain raised her glass and nodded towards her as a greeting.

Vivienne originally came to demonstrate. In the past two days when Sylvaria, the King and Queen of the Blood Clan, awakened, the other major clans quietly formed alliances with several forces and began to divide their camps. Now they have gained a lot of confidence and do not take other clans seriously.

This put Vivienne's clan, which had always had a close relationship with the Eskarot clan, in a difficult situation. Vivienne came here, hoping to get an explanation from Sylvaria.

However, due to the suppression of the talent of the ancestral bloodline, this feeling made Vivienne feel very uncomfortable and irritated when facing Sylvaria. She scratched her hair and suppressed the chaotic emotions in her heart.

Vivienne clenched her teeth tightly, and managed a stiff smile. She then greeted Sylvaria, "Your Majesty... You are here too? What a coincidence."

Although she tried her best to maintain her calm appearance, her angry voice and slightly flickering eyes still exposed her deep anxiety.

"I'm afraid your coming here is not just a coincidence? Just tell me what you want to say."

Her eyes were as calm as water, and she could accurately see into Vivienne's inner thoughts. Vivienne's own disguise and mask were ruthlessly stripped away, leaving nothing to hide.

Sylvaria's nonchalant attitude towards everything made Vivienne feel that all her previous preparations seemed to be in vain.

The anger in her heart grew stronger, but she did not dare to leave the occasion easily and vent all her dissatisfaction.

Even the high and mighty King of the Blood Clan could not tolerate this! She took a deep breath, tried to calm herself down, and said in a calm tone, "Your Majesty, the other clans are ready to make a move. Are you really not going to do anything about it?"

"Yes, but..."

Sylvaly's voice was very soft. Her eyes fell on Ivy, who was dancing in the middle of the ballroom dance floor. A faint blood-red light flashed in her purple-red eyes. She continued, "What's more important now is her..."

Vivienne followed her gaze, frowned slightly, and used her ability to instantly understand the true identity of the blood hunter.

She felt shocked and angry, but more of a hatred that she couldn't suppress. She could even clearly smell the scent emanating from the other person, a unique scent that reminded her of the blood hunter who had tried to kill her.

Recalling that painful experience, Vivienne felt a strong anger in her heart. Although the blood hunter had long since become a ghost in her hands, his skeleton was still firmly nailed to the ceiling of her house as a memorial to her past shame.

That blood hunter tried every means to capture her and subjected her to cruel experiments, causing her endless torture. She finally found a chance to escape, and eventually killed him and sucked his blood.

And now, the young blood hunter standing in front of her is most likely the descendant of the dead blood hunter, and the child back then also participated in the experiment.

Vivienne clenched her fists, her heart filled with murderous intent. She wished she could cut the young Blood Hunter into pieces immediately to vent her hatred.

"Your Majesty, how do you plan to deal with her?" Vivienne bowed respectfully to Sylvaria.

Sylva Ria smiled softly, "Your clan is good at handling this kind of thing. You don't need to ask for my opinion."

Vivienne understood what he meant. This was a chance for her to kill her enemy. She quickly said gratefully, "Vivienne understands. Thank you, Your Majesty, for your trust in our clan."

"Go."

Vivienne nodded and was about to bow and leave, but she heard a blood servant screaming not far away.

Everyone heard the sound and looked over.

The woman dressed as a blood servant was having her blood sucked by a tall vampire male. A lot of blood was sucked away in just a moment, and her whole body began to spasm.

Sylvaria saw the woman whose blood was being sucked struggle hard and beat the vampire male who was sucking her blood with her hands, but it was of no avail.

The blood servant's lips opened and closed, and he kept shouting in a low voice, "Help... Help me...!"

The surrounding vampires have become accustomed to it. There are many blood servants who take the rewards and then go back on their word. In their eyes, their companions are just eating because they are hungry and there is no need to stop them.

The human nobles who were shivering in the corner also chose to watch coldly, fearing that they would get into trouble.

Ivy, who had just been dancing in the middle of the dance floor, turned around, grabbed the cutlery on the table, and stabbed it hard into the shoulder of the vampire man who was sucking blood.

The vampire male felt pain from being stabbed by the knife, so he let go of the woman temporarily and turned to stare at Ivy fiercely, "Are you disturbing me while I'm eating?"

Neilko stood aside, looking at Ivy with a half-smile. Couldn't he bear it just now? He was truly a righteous blood hunter.

"Your Majesty?" Vivienne looked at Sylvain, and seeing that she was not surprised at all, she knew that she had already discovered that Blood Hunter had lurked in today's dinner.

Sylvarea waved her hands and ordered, "Vivienne, you can only succeed this time. Capture them all."

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

After receiving the reply, Sylvaria hugged Lucas' waist, and the two of them flew towards the back garden of the castle like light birds.

The flight was very fast, but the two were very close, and she could feel the warmth coming from his body.

The garden was full of blood-red roses, each one blooming so beautifully. Under the light of the blood moon, they were like clusters of burning flames, bright and dazzling, and exuding an enchanting fragrance.

"Your Majesty, why did you bring me here?"

Sylva Ria smiled, reached out and gently stroked the petals of a blood-red rose, feeling the touch of her fingertips, she whispered.

"At least you'll be safe with me."

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for protecting me."

Lucas's eyes fell on Sylvaria's face. His voice was low and magnetic, as if it contained endless tenderness. "Is something going to happen?"

"Yeah, so I need you, but not now."