"Elders of the Council, all of you will be here today," said Accardo, straightening the folds in Carlo's bow tie, and said softly, "You have been making a lot of trouble in London lately, and they are all eager to meet you."

Carlo grabbed her little hand and chuckled, "They must be very angry with me, a restless outsider, they can't wait to teach me a good lesson."

Acador looked helpless and pleaded in a low voice, "Promise me, don't hurt your mother, okay?"

The entire blood clan, I'm afraid only Acator knows how terrifying Carlo's true strength is, that is the power that is completely above the blood clan and even this world, a higher level race, she secretly revealed some of Carlo's identity to the Dark Council, but all she got was sneering.

Carlo stroked her long rosy hair and said softly, "Don't worry, I will"

The two stepped out of the carriage, well-dressed, like an aristocratic couple heading to a ball.

They were indeed going to a dance party today, a feast of blood, a bloody held entirely by vampires.

The brightly lit Earl's Mansion, the beautifully renovated gardens, the Bloods hiding in the dark world, and the power they control on the surface is also extremely large, and a large part of the nobles are involved with them, even the royal family.

The prestige of the empire on which the sun never sets spreads throughout Europe and spreads to the whole world, and under the prosperity of the fire-like era is a luxury that many people can't see, when the material needs reach the extreme, those nobles begin to fear the passage of life and the aging of their faces, and the abilities possessed by vampires have become the best choice.

Among the aristocracy, vampires are even a perverted cult, and it's hard to imagine that glamorous ladies are as keen on the first embrace of a high blood clan as they are for jewelry and fashionable clothes.

Compared to the ageless face and eternal life, the price of a slight change in recipes and routines is simply not worth mentioning.

The well-dressed butler greeted him, smiled and showed his two sharp fangs, and said politely, "Dear Miss Acardo, my master has been waiting for you for a long time. ”

Acador nodded faintly, took Carlo's hand and walked inside.

"This is a place provided by a low-class blood slave of the mother, an elder of the Earl's Council almost all control many high-ranking magnates, before I left London, I heard that the queen also wanted to become a member of the blood clan, but she only accepted the first generation's first support"

Acador whispered to Carlo.

"The original Dracula?"

Acador nodded with a complicated expression: "The first generation of blood has long been gone, my father is the only one who has the first bloodline at present, and I went to Transylnia to persuade him with the task of persuading him, but my father is missing, so I can only"

Carlo glanced at Acador, "There's another way"

Akado hesitated and nodded: "Legend has it that by collecting the four holy weapons of the blood clan, you can get the power of the first bloodline"

Carlo chuckled and patted her arm, "Then you're going to make it soon."

Akado glanced at the blood-red pendant around his neck, shook his head and said, "No, the Ru Blood Dossier has disappeared for many years, and it is difficult to collect all the four holy weapons."

Carlo casually picked up a glass of red wine from the waiter beside him, smelled it, the smell of blood, he took a sip casually, and said: "Maybe you can consider persuading Her Majesty to lower your requirements a little, the bloodline of the second generation is also good, such as you, very beautiful, very delicious"

Accator sneered at Carlo's teasing and explained: "In addition to satisfying the Queen's request to further develop the power of the bloodline, the power of the first generation of bloodlines is also very important to us, you don't understand how big the power of the first generation is, it is very terrifying"

Carlo raised an eyebrow, glanced at Acador, and asked rhetorically, "Very scary?"

"Hmm. Akado obviously didn't notice the ridicule and disdain in Carlo's eyes, and continued: "For example, father, he has only been able to obtain the power of the first bloodline for more than four hundred years, and he is already stronger than ordinary princes, which is simply incredible, you know, every prince has survived for more than a thousand years, and the blood he drinks is comparable to the ocean."

"Oh, is it?" Carlo was noncommittal, he was not interested in this at all, he also knew a little about the origin of Dracula's original bloodline, in exchange for his devout belief in God and the price of bearing endless curses, but the strength is just so-so, and the ability to resist beatings is a first-class good!

Carlo and Accator found a place in the corner of the hall to flirt affectionately, taking in the chaos and extravagance of the field.

The opulent halls, the elegant music, and the handsome attendants who shuttled through them were no different from ordinary aristocratic balls, except for the participants.

Richly dressed and handsome aristocrats lay lazily or danced wildly on the dance floor, each of them a vampire, baring their fangs with impunity, and some specially selected beautiful maidens and handsome young men surrounded them, their eyes obsessed, ready to give their souls and blood.

From time to time, a vicious vampire pounced on the blood slave and sucked it heavily, and after a few moments, there was a cold corpse on the ground, and soon someone would come forward and drag it away, and then a new blood slave would be replenished.

Chaos, blood, tyranny, and erosion are what Carlo sees, but compared to the abyss, this scene is no different from a family in his eyes.

Carlo watched with interest, and Accator snuggled up in his arms, the atmosphere was ambiguous and relaxed.

Suddenly, a voice rang in Carlo's ears.

"Dear Acador, when did you come back?"

Carlo followed the sound and saw a pale, handsome young man walking towards the two of them happily, his hands in a gesture of embrace.

"I'm worried about you and I miss you, you know?"

The young man didn't even look at Carlo, his blood-red eyes staring straight at Akado, his fiery and greedy look undisguised.

"Luis, please get out of here"

Acador glanced at him coldly and said lightly.

The young man didn't care, his eyes began to wander over Acador, and he praised him, "You are so beautiful tonight, can you dance with me?"

"Your voice, your smell, your appearance make me sick" Akado looked at him with a look of disgust: "Get out of here, please"

The young man's smile retracted, and his expression became slightly hideous: "Akado, your temper has deteriorated a lot, it's because of this newly collected blood."

"Bang!", the young man's head exploded, blood splattered everywhere, and a scream rang out in the field.

No one cares how the blood slave dies, but the killing of a vampire is enough to cause a riot.

"He's the son of the elder of the Bruch family," Akado was stunned for a moment, and was about to speak, but Carlo had already reached out and pressed her lips.

"Don't tell me about his identity, I'm really not interested in knowing the mysterious origin of a bug with his background"

Carlo took a sip of the blood in the cup, frowned, threw it away, and then sighed slightly and said: "When will this damn boring banquet end?" Thank you for your support!