When it comes to Countess Bathory, the first thing that flashes in McGonagall's mind is naturally the famous vampire countess in history, and now this bewitching woman with a bit of a queen's air looks more in line with his imagination than the movie.

"Camila Bathory, the princess of the vampire clan, but she is generally known as Countess Bathory." Ciel said softly, looking at the vampire, his face was not a little flustered, and his face did not even change in the slightest.

"What a vampire." McGonagall raised an eyebrow, but she didn't show too much surprise, this was the second vampire he had ever seen, the last one was Dracula, who had been there during the last peace talks between dragons and demons, the vampire who was a little funny.

Then McGonagall's gaze swept over the servant standing beside Camilla, who was covered in black robes, revealing only a pair of turquoise eyes, which shone slightly in the black robes, and looked a little gloomy.

"So, is she a bat sister?" Amy was full of curiosity, and her eyes looked at the servant in the black robe with some eagerness.

"Meow!" The ugly duckling struggled to hold on to Amy's skirt to keep it from falling, but her eyes were fixed on the servant, and her teeth were bared, as if she were ready to pounce at any moment.

"Why are you so afraid, I can't look down on any of you little guys." Camila's gaze swept over a person in the banquet hall, smiling a little contemptuously, pausing for a moment on Ciel's body, and finally stopping at Amy's, her eyes lit up slightly.

McGonagall stood sideways in front of Amy, a woman who, in addition to being pretty, now gave her a sense of danger, far superior to him.

I've heard that vampires like pretty virgin blood, and although Amy is still young, there are one or two perverts who can't keep it.

While the women present breathed a sigh of relief, they also had a faint sense of loss in their hearts, and they were all first-class beauties who could be looked up to by Countess Bathory, which was the greatest affirmation of a woman's appearance, and they were obviously not enough.

But now she seemed to be interested in the half-elf little girl, and she couldn't help but wonder if she would attack a little girl.

"Heh, the little girl is very cute, but don't worry, I won't do anything to the little one who is not an adult." Camilla looked at McGonagall, smiled, and slowly walked down the steps.

The black leather boots stepped on the stone steps, making a crisp sound, the skirt was lifted, and the white and slender thighs tickled the hearts of many men.

"It's kind of interesting." McGonagall smiled as well.

"Beautiful sister, I'm Amy, what should I call you?" Amy poked her head out from behind McGonagall and asked curiously as she looked at Camilla, who had already walked down the steps.

"They all call me Countess Bathory, but I allow you to call me Camilla." Camilla looked at Amy in surprise.

The other children saw how far away she was and how far away she was, but they didn't expect this little girl to dare to take the initiative to talk to herself, and what she said sounded so comfortable.

"Sister Camilla, hello." Amy nodded obediently.

"Hello." Camila nodded slightly, the expression on her face was still lukewarm, with an aura that made people retreat.

"Is this your servant? What's her name? Amy didn't flinch in the slightest, and continued to point to the servant who was shrouded in black robes and asked.

Camilla hesitated for a moment, and said uncertainly: "Little Black? ”

"Please call me Caesar, dear lady." A somewhat eerie and shrill female voice came from the black robe, but it sounded a little helpless and anxious.

"Caesar? It sounds like a great thing, but why do you wrap yourself so tightly? Amy circled around the black-robed man, still curious.

The ugly duckling craned its neck and sniffed like a puppy, as if it was smelling something.

"It's the way I like to dress." The black-robed man stood still, but his voice seemed a little unnatural.

"Well, you must be ugly, right?" Amy looked at the black-robed man with some pity and said.

"Huh?" The black-robed man was visibly stunned.

"It's okay, you see that the ugly duckling is so ugly that you never thought of covering yourself, even if you are ugly, you must not be as ugly as it, right?" Amy comforted.

"Meow meow~" The ugly duckling looked at Amy with some grievances.

"Of course I'm much prettier than this stupid cat." The black-robed man said as a matter of course.

"Not necessarily." Camilla, who hadn't spoken for a while, interjected.

"It's okay, it's okay, I can understand it, the ugly duckling thinks he's beautiful." Amy had a knowing expression.

Camila snapped her fingers at a waitress and hooked her hand to signal her to come.

"Madame, you ...... What do you need? The waiter was visibly nervous, and even the tray in his hand was trembling slightly, and the amber wine swayed slightly in the glass.

"This inferior wine doesn't interest me at all, give me a glass of blood, I want it fresh." Camila looked at the waiter and smiled evilly, and said in a somewhat bewitching voice.

"Ahh

The waiter screamed, the tray in his hand came out, his glass shattered to the floor, and amber wine splattered.

Hill glanced at the waiter, who was pale with fright, smiled and took a few steps forward, stood in front of Camilla, and said with red lips slightly: "I heard that the countess likes wine the most, and I happen to have a bottle of winery in my car, so let people go and bring it to Madame." ”

"Miss Hill is not only beautiful, but she is also not as intelligent as ordinary people." Camila looked at Hill, slowly approached, put her lips close to her ear, and whispered, "It's really exciting." ”

Ciel's eyelids jumped, but his complexion did not change at all, and he also smiled: "The Countess's beauty has not aged for hundreds of years, it is really enviable." ”

"President of the Aden Chamber of Commerce, Jeffrey Moulton! Lord Michael, here! ”

At this moment, the master of ceremonies' voice sounded again, and the high-pitched voice resounded throughout the banquet hall, and everyone's eyes looked at the entrance.

Jeffrey, with an old-fashioned expression, and the tall Michael walked down side by side, and the people in the banquet hall spontaneously fell silent, their eyes full of respect.

Vivien and Luna were slightly two feet behind them, and slowly walked down behind them.

"Brush!"

At this moment, the sound of clothes being uncovered sounded.

"Wow, what a big black cat!"

Amy's voice rang out in surprise.

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