In the northern part of the empire, there is a city called the city of the sun, which is not marked on the regular map and is shrouded in dark clouds all year round, called Padora.

The buildings of Padora are mostly made of ancient stone, mottled by time, and the walls are a desolate gray.

The industrial wave of Rogers also flowed into the area without a hint, and the pedestrians in dark robes weaved through the narrow and rugged streets, often looking hurried and heavy, their faces obscured by dark clouds, their expressions gloomy and silent, and full of numbness.

When night falls, the town becomes darker, with only a faint light shining through the windows on the streets, outlining the lost figures.

The whole town exudes a quaint and heavy charm, and the city's bell towers ring gloomy bells as the moon rises.

"Why is the moon here red?"

Dressed in a gray robe, hooded hood, and silver mask on her face, Rufia looked up at the blood moon in the sky and commented curiously.

Ever since she was brought here by Rogers with constant spatial teleportation, she has been observing this completely different scenery from the everyday.

The moonlight poured down like blood, splashing on the stone buildings that stood against the street, and this light suddenly carried a cold breath of its own, like ice cubes.

In the blood-colored moonlight, the outlines of the buildings were slightly distorted, and the shadows danced on the walls, faintly outlining some strange shapes.

"Because blood is the favorite symbol of the Bloodline." Alina and Rufia, who were dressed in outfits that almost concealed their looks and aura, replied softly.

Rogers also walked the winding streets with a sightseeing demeanor, looking around at the wonders around him.

"Do vampires really like to crouch at home and not go out?"

After a moment's scrutiny, he asked curiously towards Kavina, who was leading the way.

"Each clan has its own customs and habits, but most of them really don't like to travel around."

There was a deep frustration and compromise on Kavena's face, and she didn't bother to correct Rogers's words at this time, but she just explained weakly.

At this moment, they were passing a bald young man in a dark gray robe, whose face changed drastically after hearing the word "vampire", and his body began to tremble unconsciously.

Rogers looked sideways and activated [Ignorance], instantly erasing the memory of the other party's words he had just heard.

At this point, he was able to erase someone's memories for a long time without causing significant side effects.

In Pardora, the people who walk the streets in dark robes are basically human slaves raised by vampires, serving and supporting the vampires in the city like slaves.

"I'll go to the castle with Kavina, and you take Rufia on a casual tour, and call me by my name if you're in danger."

Rogers said a few words to Alina, and then looked at an ancient castle that stood on a steep hill in the distance.

It was like a sleeping beast, ancient and majestic, silently overlooking the whole town, its walls polished by the years to be vigorous and powerful, and under the reflection of the blood-colored moonlight, it seemed more mysterious and solemn.

The next moment, he teleported to the castle door with Kavina.

The castle's gates were tall and heavy, made of iron, and the chains around them were entangled in layers, as if they had no intention of opening them at all.

Rogus stood there for a long time, and after making sure that the people in the fort were not aware of his presence, not even Kavina, who he was sheltering, could not be noticed, he continued to lead Kavina through the door.

If the other party can't even find out how he hides his breath, then it means that the other party is nothing more than that.

The title of the Blood Prince is still very good at bluffing Rogus before ascending, after all, the Blood Prince is second only to the True Ancestor level.

Even if you rely on magic skills alone, among the great magicians, you can be regarded as an extremely strong one.

In addition, Rogers only knows that his current self should be very strong, but how strong he is, he still doesn't have too fine cognition.

"Your fine grasp of time and space is superb, and with the ordinary golden level in front of you, I'm afraid you can't even expand the realm normally, right?"

Kavina waited until the subtle ripples of space around her returned to normal, and she looked back at the calm door behind her, and commented in a complicated tone.

"I don't know, but I should find out later."

Rogersmo rubbed his chin and replied casually, one of the main purposes of his coming here was to test his current strength level by swiping a copy.

Led by Kavena's skillful guide, he navigated the intricately laid out interior of the castle.

The spacious hall and narrow corridors are intertwined, the walls are hung with oil paintings and glittering candlesticks, and the arches on either side of the corridor cast deep shadows through the blood-colored moonlight.

As we approached the heart of the castle, a cacophony came from through a hidden gate.

Next to the gate stood two tall humanoid armors, behind which a pair of blood-colored eyes could be faintly seen.

However, they turned a blind eye to the presence of Rogers and Kavina, allowing Rogers to push the door in.

Behind the door is an ornate banquet hall, the walls of which are decorated with crimson and gold drapes that create an elegant and noble atmosphere.

Along the walls of the banquet hall are rows of beautifully detailed, carved chairs made of dark wood, and in the center is a huge dining table with a long table topped with splendid cutlery and crystal wine glasses.

The cuisine is made up of bright red pieces of flesh and delicate pastries that exude an intoxicating and seductive aroma.

Graceful vampires, dressed in ornate gowns, hurried through the halls like ethereal shadows or whispered conversations.

Rogers looked up at the vault of the hall, painted with lifelike murals depicting the great legends of the various True Ancestors.

"The Second True Ancestor also likes to wear a black cloak and then wear nothing inside?"

He looked at it for a moment, then tilted his head slightly to ask Kavina.

"How do you know that the image of the mural is not only a black shadow?"

Kavina looked at the dome with Rutgers, frowned for a long time, and asked curiously.

However, when she came back to her senses, she found that Rogers was already gathered around the table, sniffing the blood on the table with her nose.

"Kavina? Didn't you accept the True Ancestor's dispatch to find that sage? How did it end up here?

"And what's going on with this guy next to you? Did you use some spell to blur your face? And this breath...... Is it human?! ”

A vampire with black curly hair wrapped around his neck and shoulders, a well-defined face, and high cheekbones wondered as he looked at Kavina who had suddenly appeared beside him.

"Eumats, this human, he ......" Kavina noticed that after Rogus lifted her concealment, her posture instantly became unnatural, her words hesitated and stammered, and she didn't know how to introduce it to the other party for a while.

"Isn't the guy named Marcusa here? This is his mansion, right? Rogers asked, looking back.

The vampires in the banquet hall were dancing merrily, enjoying the food and music, but at the moment when Rogus asked, they all stopped what they were doing, and looked at each other in surprise or confusion.

"You guy, are you looking for death?!"

Yumats's face gradually became unsightly, the veins on his forehead were throbbing, and his pupils shone with a cold blood-red light, as if two flames were burning.

"Get on your knees."

Rogers glanced at Umats and whispered, only to feel an invisible force attack him, causing his body to tremble, and he tried to struggle to escape, but in vain.

As gravity mounted, he felt his legs become so heavy that he could no longer maintain his balance, and finally he could not bear it anymore, bent down, and fell to his knees.

There was a hint of consternation on his face, his eyes flashing with reluctance and humiliation, and as he leaned forward, one of his hands tried to support the ground, but in the end he could only fall to his knees, his hands hanging limply beside him.

"You really dare to come to the old man's territory......"

The space rippled, and in an instant an old man appeared from it, his voice hoarse and suppressed, full of anger, his teeth crunched with anger, as if to compress all resentment and dissatisfaction in a moment.

"I thought I'd go and catch you myself."

Rogers looked at the old man in front of him, who was wearing a black dress and looking down on him, and sighed softly.

"I am the first blood of the Second True Ancestor, the high-ranking Prince of the Blood Clan, and the pioneer of Padora......"

After hearing a long self-introduction again, Rogers looked sideways at Kavina, who was cowering to the side, his face full of doubt.

Now that Kavina and Marcusa are so close, Marcusa is still unaware of Kavina's presence.

The vampires who were able to get close to the Second True Ancestor and were sent to Rogus should have some status in any way, and Marcusa should not be so ignorant in any way.

And just now, the vampire named Yumats was able to take the initiative to say hello to Kavina.

Kavina only bit her lower lip lightly in the face of Rogers' questioning, her eyes filled with innocence, and at the same time leaned forward slightly, her fingers intertwined to form an innocent pose.

"Can I hit him, then?"

Rogers raised his eyebrows slightly, pointed to the thunderous old guy in front of him, and asked Kavina.

"What did you say?!"

Marcusa's brow furrowed, wrinkles crisscrossed on his forehead, the corners of his forehead were exposed, and his teeth crunched even more, revealing an uncontrollable rage.

However, even so, he still did not make a rash move, after all, he did not even notice Rogers' existence before he chanted the incantation.

Coupled with Rogers's easy posture, although he was angry, he was also full of scruples for a while.

He had just deliberately talked about his dignity, which was also to pave the way for future conflicts, as long as he dared to make a move against him, he would also be damaging the glory of the Second True Ancestor.

"Then I'll take your consent."

Seeing that Kavina still looked pretentious that he didn't know anything, he raised his staff slightly, and slashed down at the top of Marcusa's head.

Immediately Marcusa let out a low roar, with a thunderous majesty and awe, the sound echoed through the air, like the roar of a giant beast, making the surrounding atmosphere cold and oppressive.

Instead of the shocking sound, Marcusa himself fell to his knees with a thud, snaking red blood stains running down his head, framing his face of disbelief and humiliation.

Then his eyebrows furrowed, his eyes were bloodshot, his muscles were tense, and his pupils shone with a ferocious light like a beast, as if he could smash everything around him to pieces at any moment.

But in addition to the rising emotions, he forgot what he had to do, forgot all the advanced spells that he should have mastered, and even forgot how to swing his body to fight back.

Rogers didn't expect that he could suppress Marcusa so easily, even the weakest of the Blood Princes, he shouldn't seem so powerless.

The only explanation was that his strength at this time was far beyond his estimates, and before ascending, he had speculated that he could only reach the level of a great magician, but at the moment, he was becoming more and more unable to make an accurate judgment about himself.

The vampires in the banquet hall trembled slightly, trembling at the breath of Prince Marcusa, and terrified by the power of Rogus.

The bodies of the many vampires stiffened and did not move, and the bite between their teeth and cheeks became tense and violent, as if trying to control their emotions and fears.

An oppressive and heavy atmosphere pervaded, and the vampires' breathing became rapid and irregular, and their chests seemed to be oppressed by an invisible force, making them feel breathless.

"Let's guess if it's meat or vegetarian food underneath this bowl, and if it's meat, I'll crush you into a puddle of minced meat and feed it to your bloodline."

Rogers grabbed his cane in one hand and held Marcusa firmly in his grip, as he reached out to the table next to him, covered with a plate covered with a white bowl.

The rim of the bowl fits perfectly into the plate, forming a smooth and uniform whole, allowing it to sit firmly there, perfectly concealing the food inside.

The wrinkles on Marcusa's face sunken deeper, his cheeks rapidly engorged, his lower lip trembling slightly, struggling to endure the pain of being scorned and humiliated.

With the perception of the high-ranking blood clan, he didn't need to pay attention to it to perceive that it was just a plate of bloodthirsty mushrooms, and it was definitely not some kind of meat.

He knew that such a powerful Rogus could not be isolated from mortal things, and the reason why he spoke out like this was probably just an excuse he deliberately found so that he didn't want to really offend the Second True Ancestor.

Rogers didn't pay attention to the thoughtful Marcusa, he picked up the bowl, and when he saw the mushroom with a blood-colored luster in it, his face suddenly changed, and his body rose with a killing intent that seemed to condense into substance, and said in a tone full of disgust:

"I hate vegetarianism right now."

(End of chapter)