Chapter 3 Lichsten Castle Third Floor

The three, along with the vampire, stepped onto the carpeted hallway.

Lanchi was leading Viscount Augustine to the Art Paradise, both sides delighted and the atmosphere harmonious.

They passed through the chilling corridor, the lamplight casting flickering shadows that stretched and shrank.

The black oak door of the castle's master bedroom stood silently at the end of the darkness, majestic and solemn, the unique marks of time etched upon it.

Reaching the door, Viscount Augustine's eyes ignited in the darkness. Though he didn't want to be discourteous in front of the Earl, he couldn't wait to enter and enjoy the three humans.

"I've been waiting with bated breath."

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

"I wish you good luck opening the door," Lanchi said.

Viscount Augustine smiled, raised his hand, and gently pushed open the door. With a low creak, an almost tangible sense of oppression poured out from within!

A strange and stale medicinal odor assaulted his nostrils.

The dim light of the oil lamps on the stone walls flickered, illuminating the dense array of knives and test tubes. Bizarre green alchemical potions glowed faintly in 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 Earl Palokas with resin and tightly wrapped him in layers of linen strips.

The Earl had been completely transformed into a mummy, the pale face beneath the strips long devoid of life, leaving only a pair of hollow eye sockets, seemingly lifeless. Yet his hand was still constantly rising and trembling, as if trying to prove that he was still alive.

When the three clergymen noticed the approaching Viscount Augustine, they instantly locked onto him as if he were a brand new prey!

"!?!"

Viscount Augustine, seeing the scene before him, felt a chill run down his spine. His eyes flashed with disbelief and alarm.

The Earl wasn't here at all. This wasn't the castle owner's bedroom, but a terrifying laboratory.

Although Viscount Augustine didn't know who the pitiful fellow bound to the grinding table was, he was certain that he was a weak member of their own kind, because only the Blood Clan possessed such endless life!

Viscount Augustine reacted like lightning, his survival instinct causing his gaze to turn back in an instant.

However, at the same time, his vision was flooded with a pure, flawless light!

It was a world illuminated by sunlight, burning like an endless inferno, so scorching that it almost melted his eyes.

"Impossible—!!!"

As Augustine's shrill cry rang out, Frey, who was standing not far behind Viscount Augustine, stepped forward, grabbed the Viscount's wrist, and, pressing on his shoulders, subdued him, slamming him heavily to the ground with a sound like cracking floorboards.

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

"Behave yourself."

While Frey used his hand to hold Viscount Augustine's head down firmly, he took the [Blood Pressure Recovery Device] that Lanchi handed him with a smile and mercilessly inserted the needle of the [Blood Pressure Recovery Device] into Viscount Augustine's back, drawing out his lifeblood.

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

"Filled with sorrow but unable to weep, utterly exhausted but unable to sleep, only able to live day and night, and then day and night, endless days and nights, forever trapped in the mortal realm!"

The Great Love Poet, who had been summoned by Lanchi, casually took Lanchi's sunglasses, put them on his face, and, looking at the state of Earl Palokas and Viscount Augustine, couldn't help but sing a song for them.

"..."

Because his sunglasses had been snatched away, Lanchi could only close his eyes.

The Great Love Poet always liked to steal his spotlight, which made him feel a little awkward.

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

"...Is it possible that they can't weep and can't sleep, not because of their own reasons?"

Hyperion said, putting her own sunglasses on Lanchi's face.

She felt that the less she saw of the scene before her, the more merit she could accumulate.

"Thank you, Hyperion."

Lanchi first thanked Hyperion, then looked at the three clergymen.

"We've brought you another shipment."

"You...what are you people?!"

Viscount Augustine's mournful cry was filled with fear and anger.

However, the humans ignored him.

"How should we deal with this new batch?"

"There's no need to make him like that, 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 Earl Palokas lying on the bed looking so energetic, Lanchi was sure that lacking organs didn't affect a Blood Clan's normal life.

Anyway, they could grow back.

"Do you Huning people know what you're doing?! During the Great Blood Moon Era, you will be endlessly pursued and retaliated against by the Blood Clan!"

Viscount Augustine asked, his voice trembling with anger.

Even if he couldn't quite understand the slang the humans were using, he roughly knew that they were going to do something extremely insane.

"Viscount Augustine, not long ago I heard from a member of the Blood Clan that, in the Huning Empire, the Blood Clan *is* the law itself. Human laws are just the rules of the game that worms need to abide by. So it's normal that you Blood Clan don't understand the current laws."

Lanchi, looking like a seasoned lawyer, explained the latest version of the Huning Empire's criminal law to Viscount Augustine.

"Although the Huning Empire's laws prohibit humans from trafficking humans, it doesn't say that they can't traffic Blood Clan, so what we're doing is a legitimate business."

After arriving in the Shadow World, Lanchi had read the Huning Empire's regulations out of interest. After being revised by the Blood Clan, it indeed didn't mention this.

"...?!"

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

Wasn't that inevitable?!

What living creature in this world was crazy enough to dare to traffic Blood Clan! How could the Blood Clan possibly add a "no trafficking Blood Clan" clause just to insult themselves!

"I'm not that weak Blood Clan on the bed. I'm a Blood Clan Viscount! Do you know what happened to that witch? Didn't she die at my hands? Even if you fleeting creatures gamble with your lives to seal a Blood Clan, it's meaningless!"

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

These humans probably hadn't understood the seriousness of the problem of him being a Blood Clan viscount!

(End of Chapter)