Chapter 3 Lichtenstein Castle, Third Floor

The three people and the vampire stepped onto the carpeted floor of the hallway.

Lan Qi was leading Viscount Augustine to the Garden of Art, and both sides were happy, the atmosphere harmonious.

They passed through the cold corridor, the flickering lights casting shadows that stretched and shortened with each tremor.

The black oak door of the castle's main bedroom stood silently at the end of the darkness, towering and solemn, the passage of time leaving its unique mark upon it.

Reaching the door, Viscount Augustine's eyes burned brightly in the darkness. Although he didn't want to be discourteous in front of the Count, he couldn't wait to go inside and enjoy the three humans.

"It's been a long wait."

Clearly, Count Palokas had taken control of the castle and was waiting for him.

"I wish you good luck."

Lan Qi also offered his blessing.

Viscount Augustine smiled and raised his hand, gently pushing open the door. With a low creak, a palpable sense of oppression emanated from within!

A strange and stale smell of potions assaulted his nostrils.

The dim light of the oil lamps on the stone walls flickered, illuminating a profusion of knives and test tubes. Strange green alchemical potions glowed faintly in the bottles and jars, filling the entire bedroom with an eerie atmosphere.

In the center of the room, three masked clergymen were surrounding an indescribable humanoid creature on the bed.

They had already coated Count Palokas with resin and tightly wrapped him in layers of linen bandages.

The Count had been completely transformed into a mummy, his pale face beneath the bandages long since lifeless, leaving only empty eye sockets, seemingly devoid of vitality, yet his hands continued to twitch, as if proving he was still alive.

When the three clergymen noticed the approaching Viscount Augustine, they locked onto him with gazes as if they had discovered new prey!

"?!?"

Viscount Augustine, seeing the scene before him, felt a chill run down his spine in an instant. In his eyes flashed disbelief and vigilance.

The Count wasn't here at all, and this wasn't the castle owner's bedroom, but a terrifying laboratory.

Although Viscount Augustine didn't know who the poor fellow bound to the grinding table was, he was certain it was a weaker member of their clan, because only bloodkin possessed such endless life!

Viscount Augustine reacted like lightning. His survival instinct caused him to turn his gaze to the rear in an instant.

However, at the same time, his vision was filled with a pure white light!

It was a world illuminated by sunlight, burning like boundless flames, so scorching it nearly melted his eyes.

"Impossible—!!!"

As Augustine's shrill cry rang out, Frey, standing not far behind Viscount Augustine, stepped forward and grabbed Augustine's wrist, pressing on his shoulder to subdue him, slamming him heavily to the ground with a floor-shattering boom.

The sixth-order vampire viscount, in a state of extreme hunger after just being unsealed, was exposed to the sun, as vulnerable as a cockroach stripped of its shell.

"Behave yourself."

While Frey held Viscount Augustine's head firmly, he took the [Blood Pressure Rescuer] that Lan Qi smilingly handed him and mercilessly inserted the needle of the [Blood Pressure Rescuer] into Viscount Augustine's back, drawing out his heart's blood.

The blood rose slowly in the chamber, like a blood-colored indicator revealing Viscount Augustine's fate.

"Filled with sorrow but unable to shed tears, utterly exhausted but unable to sleep, only able to day and night, and then day and night, endless day and night, forever trapped in the human realm!"

The Great Love Poet, summoned by Lan Qi, casually took Lan Qi's sunglasses, put them on his face, and sang to Count Palokas and Viscount Augustine, looking at their condition.

"..."

Because his sunglasses were stolen, Lan Qi could only close his eyes.

The Great Love Poet always liked to steal his spotlight, leaving him a little embarrassed.

He couldn't understand why the Great Love Poet was so individualistic.

"...Their inability to shed tears and sleep may not be their own fault."

Hyperion, saying this, put her sunglasses on Lan Qi, who was beside her.

She felt that seeing less of the scene before her would accumulate more merit.

"Thank you, Hyperion."

Lan Qi first thanked Hyperion, then looked at the three clergymen,

"We've brought you another delivery."

"You, who exactly are you people?!"

Viscount Augustine's wail was filled with fear and anger.

However, the humans ignored him.

"How should we handle this new shipment?"

"We don't need to make him like that, but of course, if he doesn't cooperate, you can do whatever you want."

"Let's remove all his organs first."

"I think that's a good idea."

Seeing Count Palokas lying on the bed looking full of life, Lan Qi was sure that lacking organs didn't affect a bloodkin's normal life.

Anyway, they could grow back.

"Do you Honing people know what you're doing?! During the Great Blood Moon Era, you will face endless pursuit and revenge from the bloodkin!"

Viscount Augustine asked, his voice trembling with anger.

Even if he didn't quite understand the slang these humans were using, he roughly knew that they were about to do something utterly insane.

"Viscount Augustine, not long ago I heard from a bloodkin that in the Honing Empire, the bloodkin are the law itself, and human laws are just rules for worms to follow. So it's normal that you bloodkin don't understand current laws."

Lan Qi, looking like a seasoned lawyer, educated Viscount Augustine on the latest version of the Honing Empire's criminal law,

"Although the laws of the Honing Empire forbid humans from trafficking humans, it doesn't say that they can't traffic bloodkin, so what we're doing is a legitimate business."

Lan Qi had, out of interest, read through the Honing Empire's regulations after coming to the Shadow World. After being revised by the bloodkin, it really didn't mention this.

"...?!"

Viscount Augustine couldn't make a sound for a long time.

Wasn't that inevitable?!

What living being would be crazy enough to traffic bloodkin! How could bloodkin specifically add a clause "bloodkin cannot be trafficked" to insult themselves!

"I'm not that weak bloodkin on the bed, I'm a bloodkin viscount! Do you know what happened to that witch? Didn't she die at my hands? With your fleeting lives, even if you risk your lives to seal a bloodkin, it's meaningless!"

Viscount Augustine was still trying his best to resist Frey, roaring.

These humans probably didn't understand the seriousness of the problem with him, a bloodkin viscount!