France, Paris, Opéra Garnier, the world's largest lyrical theater, tonight's play is the most fitting of the building's Phantom of the Opera.

The actress who plays Christina, the heroine of the play, is singing an aria at this time, and the beautiful singing voice enchants the whole hall.

In the box on the second floor, a young man who looked like he was in his twenties and beating his hands to the beat, what a handsome man this was, his eyes sparkling as if they were penetrating; The bridge of his nose was straight, almost level with his forehead, and his teeth were as white as pearls, neatly arranged and beautiful.

The only fly in the ointment was that his face was too pale, but this paleness gave him a charming aristocratic temperament.

When the aria was over, the first act of the opera ended, and the young man stopped beating and exclaimed, "What a beautiful voice, her taste must be charming." ”

An old man who looked like an old butler behind him leaned into his ear as if he hadn't heard this, and said, "My lord, Gardon is here." ”

The young man did not look back, waved his hand and said, "Let him in." ”

The vampire baron, who had once flaunted his might in front of Lee, walked into the box with his head bowed like a schoolboy who had made a mistake.

"Your Excellency."

"What urgent matter requires you to come back on a special trip, can't the Earl of Dupont, who is in charge of the United States, make a decision?"

"Yes, my lord, in fact, Count Dupont would like me to describe it to you myself."

"Oh?" The young man finally turned around. The big beautiful eyes looked at Garden, but it seemed that the act made him nervous.

"Okay, let's go back then, it's not a good place to talk." With that, the young man stood up, his slender body long enough to drive any woman crazy.

The butler opened the door, and Garton stepped aside and sent him out.

It just so happened that the manager of the theater approached him.

"Dear Marquis, are you satisfied with tonight's performance?"

The young man didn't even look at the theater manager, but raised his index finger with his cane, and walked out gracefully and proudly. His butler said to the manager with a face like playing cards, "The Marquis is very satisfied, and let the actress go to the Marquis's Mansion tonight." ”

"Yes, as you command."

Sitting in his luxurious Rolls-Royce, the butler comforted: "Don't mind, sir, the title is just a title. ”

"I know, Gilles, I don't have any special requirements for salutation, but I have just become a prince, and I can't control my power very well. You see. He held up the cane he had just held, and Giles saw that the oak cane he had picked up when he had gone out today was now as thin as chopsticks.

With such a simple gesture of raising his hand, the wreckage of the last bit of the cane also turned into sawdust. Gilles smiled when he saw the powerful magical power, "It's okay, my lord, you will be able to control this energy well in less than a month, now you try not to have emotional fluctuations, so that the power will not get out of control." ”

"Well, hopefully I won't tear down the entire castle during this time." The young man rubbed his forehead.

At this moment, Garden, who was sitting opposite him, was sweating profusely, it was the first time he had seen a prince-level vampire, and as soon as this hand was revealed, he suspected that he was going to have a nightmare for a month.

Before he came, his immediate boss, the Earl of Dupont, had specially instructed him that the person in front of him was a miracle in the history of the blood clan. C. Rice, the 200-year-old Prince of the Bloodline and the owner of Paris, one of the largest cities on the European continent, has not yet disclosed his abilities within the Secret Party, but it is rumored that he has mastered one of the most powerful magic of the Bloodline, and his strength is expected to catch up with the legendary third-generation Bloodline within a thousand years.

Even Gilles, the butler by his side? D. Les is not a simple figure either: Joan of Arc's comrade-in-arms, the prototype of the French folklore demon "Bluebeard", the Church recognized as a dark wizard, any one title is enough to put ordinary blood people to shame.

In Garton's trepidation, the car drove into the prince's castle opposite: the Red Dragon Castle.

Greeted by countless handsome men and beautiful servants who embarrassed the world modeling industry, he followed the two in front of him into the castle. Different from the quaint appearance of the castle, it looks very modern, with huge LCD TVs, computers, and LED light strips around to decorate this place very stylishly.

"Sit." The young prince gestured to Garden.

"Tell me what you've encountered in the United States."

Garden organized the language and reported his findings in Chicago to Prince Elwin without reservation.

"You mean, you saw traces of the Bloods at the plague scene in Chicago?"

"Yes, sir."

"Can you tell his clan?"

"I'm very sorry sir, his hiding ability is very strong, and I can't find any clues about him when I rush over the first time."

"Do you think that zombie plague in Chicago has anything to do with this bloodline?"

"I looked at the outbreak site and found no evidence."

Erwin shook the wine glass in his hand and thought carefully, but Steward Giles and Gardenton didn't make a sound to disturb him.

After a while, he took a sip of the wine and said, "Tell me about the last two people you met." ”

"Those were two young Asians, very tall, one black and one white. I don't know exactly who found me, but the white-haired man grabbed me with a stretch of his hand, and I didn't see his body clearly, in his hands, I felt as if I was imprisoned, I couldn't use any spells, not even transform. ”

"Oh, that's kind of interesting." Erwin put down his glass, his hands interlaced, and looked at him with interest.

"Then they guessed who I was and put me down." Garton wiped his sweat, he didn't dare to say what he begged for mercy in disguise, "Then, the black-haired man put a piece of yellow paper on my head, and I couldn't move again, and my whole body seemed to be pressed by a mountain." ”

"Moreover, he can unleash the power of the sun with his fingers, and he almost scorched me with a single tap on me."

"The power of the sun?"

"Yes, and," Garton hesitated, gritting his teeth, and said it anyway, "he still has the power of the moon. ”

"How is it possible that the power of the sun and the moon coexist at the same time?" Erwin sat up straight, and even Gilles' butler, who had been indifferent, looked at him.

"Yes, and it's Moonlight, and the moment he shook my hand, he healed my sunburn wounds before he shook my hand."

"He's human?"

"I don't know, but it's certainly not a bloodline or a werewolf."

"Okay, arrange for me to meet with him."

"Yes, sir." Garden stood up and bowed respectfully. And he suddenly realized a small problem, the adult in front of him looked a little like the black-haired one.