Every time I wake up, I take the blame for the villain [Comprehensive]

Bloodthirsty mural.

Shiny pearl.

Golden staircase.

Beautiful music.

Carved beams and painted buildings.

Elegant and extravagant.

Wine glasses, wealth and status.

Comparisons are everywhere.

This is the standard configuration of this era, but this hidden dark group has developed it to the extreme.

They do have more time than any normal person to do so.

This is an unquestionable fact.

When ordinary people are struggling to survive, such a long-lived dark creature wears gold and jade, and then competes with the same kind in terms of title and ability.

The pointer has reached eight o'clock.

The hanging bell rang eight times.

Grand Duke Sweet and Grand Duke Branz stood up straight.

Everyone stopped involuntarily.

Light footsteps came from the corner of the stairs.

Dozens of eyes all gathered here at the same time.

The curious figure of Dracula they were expecting emerged from the shadows.

This is a young former prince.

Elegant and precious.

He was wearing a short black jacket with red trim and a white shirt inside, and his long hair was tied with a red ribbon.His skin was pale and he looked a little weak.But the eyes are like the dark night, when they glance over a person, they always feel like there is a lake full of water in it, constantly attracting people's indulging.

What a pair of beautiful eyes...

After he looked at the audience, the hearts of several female lords were beating uncontrollably.

As one of the blood clan, they all know a fact.

Bloodlines have a strange attraction to the opposite sex.

But for the first time, I knew that this kind of attraction was not only for ordinary humans.

A murmur of conversation began among the crowd.

This attire was not as shiny as the others present, but from the moment he appeared, no one could ignore him.

"Oh... Satan above~ Dear Tasbena, look at him..." Countess Thule standing in the corner whispered to her descendant, "Beautiful eyes, slender figure, elegant posture , not losing the noble status of the Thirteen Clans, he is simply the most perfect existence in our perfect race..."

She put down the red velvet parasol in her hand, and kept admiring, pouring out her compliments as if she didn't want money.

Tasbena Tuller was used to it.Before her mother speaks to a son-in-law who suits her wishes, there will be a paragraph of admiration similar to the above-mentioned words.

Mrs. Thule's 200-year-old direct lineage was not transformed from the first embrace. Her bloodline came from the Thule clan. This clan undoubtedly had the longest lifespan among the blood clans.So she also looks very young, she is wearing a big red lace dress, all her snow-white hair is tied up with shiny ruby ​​hairpins, only two strands of hair hang by her ears, she has fair skin, bright red lips, tall breasts, waist The limbs are slender, which perfectly meets all the requirements for beautiful women in the current aesthetics.She is mature and charming.

Her descendant, Tasbena Thule also inherited her beauty.

In addition to the first embrace, the blood race has another way of reproduction.The male and female blood clan signed a contract to exchange all their abilities for a direct descendant to ensure the purity of their bloodline.

After having descendants, the blood race as parents lost their powerful abilities, and only retained the attributes of longevity and photophobia.

Few Kindred do this unless there is a necessary reason.Because of the loss of ability, it is easy to be hunted and killed by the Holy See and werewolves.

Tasbena Tuller looked at the man standing on the steps, her face flushed slightly, "Yes, mother. I can't deny what you said, he is an excellent existence."

Mrs. Thule's eyes brightened, "Oh, Bella, my dearest child. You are the only heir of my husband and I. You have the purest bloodline of Thule's generation. In my eyes, you are also so outstanding. Come on, don't act carelessly, I believe you will make him fall under your pomegranate skirt."

Bella was a little depressed. Her mother would recommend some so-called outstanding young nobles from various ethnic groups to her from time to time. This overly caring made her very distressed.She could only reply like this, "Mother, have you forgotten the legendary Princess Elizabeth?"

Mrs. Thule held a cup of sweet blood dignifiedly, took a sip, and said sneeringly, "No matter what, isn't she just a weak person who can't even survive? There is no way to combine with the noble blood. Even if she lives After coming down, the Great Elders in the clan will not allow her to tarnish her pure blood..."

cool breeze.

Bella raised her head and met the beautiful eyes they were admiring, all of which were indifferent.

Jiang Chen didn't like being mentioned what the original owner did, especially after he did such a deceitful thing.

Bella was startled, she hurriedly lowered her head, and then persuaded herself that he didn't hear.

In fact, they were not the only ones talking about him, many people were talking about him in low voices.Such talk was harmless at such a celebratory dinner.

Of course, he who was discussed was undoubtedly the protagonist of this banquet.

Jiang Chen looked away, glanced at the lobby, and even heard these whispers, but he didn't hear anything. There was a standard formulaic smile on his face. There were no unnecessary greetings, only every nobleman The opening line of Metropolis, "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to my humble house..."

"Then I announce that the banquet will begin."

He took the red liquid brought by the servant next to him, and drank it as the master.

Of course, this is real red wine, not something that blood races live on.He is not a person who is not self-disciplined and vigilant, and he has not yet been able to persuade himself to feed on blood.

Everyone has a bottom line to stick to. After coming to this world, Jiang Chen realized this bottom line again.Ru Mao drinks blood, he really doesn't want to associate with this word.

If he did this, he might have to worry about the irreversible sequelae of being a man in the future.

What's more, for a long time, nothing Jiang Chen hated more than death and blood.

Blood and death are equally disgusting existences.

If you ask him why he is so sure that there will be a future, Jiang Chen can only say that it is based on the experience he has gained over the years.And he can also be sure that the future of this existence may not be too leisurely.

Having lived and searched for so many years, Jiang Chen will not fail to see the obvious so-called providence against him.

The music played again.

He didn't have a partner, and he didn't have any intention of coming to dance.

This made many people frown.In any case, this behavior is really not polite.

As the host of this ball, how could one not bring a partner and not dance this first dance, especially in this most etiquette group.

Such a pure-blooded Lord Earl undoubtedly attracted the attention of the lower blood races present.But he didn't intend to integrate into this ball, which made it difficult for those who had some purpose for him.

This grand event was originally just a routine for the blood race to wake up.Jiang Chen didn't intend to hold a party, nor did he intend to be the host.On the dance floor, Jiang Chen couldn't figure out what the drinks they handed him would be.That being the case, he doesn't have to force himself.

A song ends.

The dancers spread out, sitting or stopping.

This banquet hall is large enough, with a dance floor in the center and octagonal seats on both sides. Each seat is covered with red velvet upholstery, and the tassels falling down are golden silk threads.

Red and gold, elegant and luxurious.

Everything here reveals the owner's elegant taste and sentiment.

Although this is a master who just woke up, and this sentimental decoration existed a hundred years ago.

Waiters in uniform black and white butler uniforms shuttled among them holding wine trays.

In the wine tray is a transparent goblet, and in the goblet is a bright red liquid.

For blood race.

Maybe it's tasteless wine, maybe it's sweet and delicious, human blood.

The lights are bright.

It is rare for this castle to be so lively, and the waiters are also very dedicated today, at least they have not lost the face of the earl who has been sleeping for a long time.

He sat in the corner and inserted a piece of pastry that could only be used as a display in the blood race banquet.

It's absolutely tasteless.

The really chewy kind.

Greasy, gross, and tasteless.

Those who watched him secretly saw him put the cake in his mouth, and immediately expressed this feeling.This feeling is something newborns must experience, because they are always curious about human food, or wondering if they should be able to eat human food.

He just frowned slightly, without expressing liking or dislike, he just put down the fork.

Mrs. Thule took her daughter to his table, raised the corner of her skirt and saluted, "Good night, Count Dracula."

Jiang Chen frowned slightly, already a little impatient with the banquet.But at this time, he still nodded, and replied quite in line with the current norms, "Ye An, madam, miss."

In the last life, although he didn't find what he was looking for, but there was no inexplicable dog leash, he always felt that his tolerance for these people had improved a lot.

He glanced over and basically remembered the two blood races.

Mrs. Thule pulled Tasbena, "This is my daughter, a descendant of the Thule family. I think the Earl would be interested in getting to know her."

Jiang Chen's eyes fell on her, "Madam's daughter is indeed very different."

Tasbena's face was flushed, and she was a little helpless, she could only reply, "The Earl is also very special."

Jiang Chen smiled slightly, expressing his apology in a gentle and modest manner, which made it impossible to refuse, "I'm sorry, because I just woke up, I'm a little tired now, do you mind if I stay with you for a while?"

What else could Mrs. Thule say, even though she knew it was prevarication, she could only sigh, "Oh... this is really unfortunate. I express my most concerned greetings to you, and wish the Earl a speedy recovery! Satan is with you. "

Women in this era have excessively thin waists.This does not distinguish between human race or blood race.

This is a deformed aesthetic that has been handed down a long time ago, and it cannot be changed without time.

Jiang Chen looked away and nodded, "Thanks for the good words."

He picked up his coat and stepped up the stairs calmly.