She is not an investigator.

But the thought that the oldest of all the vampires here was no more than ten years old made her want to laugh.

"No need, I was just here to browse and didn't plan to drink."

"Hmm—then you might as well come in and have a look around. At least we welcome...guests from outside."

"..."

Igris reached into her pocket, and he seemed to notice, but just smiled and shook his head.

"You should know where this is. Come in and let's talk. It'll be good for both of us."

"He's found you."

The administrator's voice echoed in Igris's mind. Igris didn't answer, but simply nodded silently.

"A wise decision."

The vampire walked into the bar on his own, and Igris followed him.

Of course, she could just run away, but then the ID card she spent so much time getting would probably become worthless.

Going in to get more information and intelligence wouldn't be a bad thing, especially since the vampire on the other side hadn't shown any hostility towards Igris.

He discovered Igris's identity, but he didn't tell anyone else, nor did he try to arrest her.

If there isn't some hidden reason, Igris can only assume that his brain, like the other vampires', is probably not working very well.

He's the kind of guy who can't even solve math problems.

The bizarre stage play – The City of Gluttonous Bloodthirsty Vampires: Chapter Twenty-Two, Vampires are Pure Creatures

"Welcome, please make yourself at home. You can also order whatever you'd like to drink."

The bar was empty; apart from the bartender and him, there was no one else around.

"I heard from your men that this place was originally celebrating... the handover of power between the old and new leaders?"

"Ah, that's right. You did a good job getting these things out of him."

"..."

Igris thought he would know something about his men, since she hadn't said anything else and he had told her everything.

"I am the current leader of the lower city, although I won't be tomorrow."

He sat on a chair at the bar, holding a glass of blood-red liquid, swirling it gently, and looked to be in a good mood.

“I have protected this city for five years, transforming it from a monster's lair that everyone hated into the orderly place it is today. I feel that I am truly a worthy leader, but for me, it is also a burden.”

He gently put down his cup, looked at Igris who was still standing to one side, and gestured to the seat next to him.

"Sit down, standing for so long is tiring. I know who you are, and I don't intend to harm you."

Igris remained silent for a moment, then met the other person's gaze and slowly sat down in her seat.

The moment she sat down, the bartender placed a glass of drink, the exact nature of which was difficult to discern, in front of Igris.

I don't drink alcohol.

Igris pushed the cup in front of her aside without even looking at it.

"This is not alcohol."

Without hesitation, he pushed the glass that Igris had offered back to him and smiled at her.

The meaning is already quite clear.

Snapped--

Igris slammed her pistol on the table and pushed the glass of unidentified liquid back to her.

"I won't even drink blood."

"...How could you possibly think I would serve a human guest something like that? It's just a glass of tomato juice."

Igris frowned, picked up the glass in her hand suspiciously, and gently sniffed the aroma inside.

He's right, it is indeed tomato juice.

"Alright... stop wasting time. What do you want to talk to me about? Just say it."

Igris set the tomato juice aside without even trying a bite.

To drink a beverage in this unfamiliar place, given to her by someone who clearly had ulterior motives.

Only a complete idiot would do something like that.

“You’re being too serious. I meant no harm, and there’s nothing worth mentioning. I invited you here simply because I’m interested in humans outside, nothing more.”

He shrugged, waved for the bartender to take the tomato juice away, and then extended his hand to Igris.

"My name is Mirall, nice to meet you."

Such standard human etiquette is indeed quite bizarre for a vampire to exhibit.

"Igris".

Igris had no intention of shaking hands; she simply put away the pistol she had slammed on the table.

"Hmm, I can actually guess why you came here."

He glanced at the brooch on Igris's chest and said with a light laugh.

“I know that those above care about everything that happens below, including important matters like the change of leadership. So I guess you came here just to investigate this matter, right?”

"Now that you know, will you choose to tell me all of this?"

"Of course, why not?"

Under Igris's gaze, he sat up straight so that his body was completely facing Igris.

He acted very formally, and although Igris was the complete opposite, he didn't seem to care much.

“I know that the people above are worried that if the leader changes, everything here will also change or become chaotic… My response is that it will absolutely not.”

He stood up and strolled lightly through the bar, looking out at the dark street through the window.

“I spent five years using my own strength to make everything here orderly, just like a real city. Here, powerful vampires will not use their power to prey on their own kind or bully the weak. Instead, they will help vampires in need.”

"Similarly, in this city, the weak vampires are not only destined to be food or vassals of others. They can also live in this city, enjoy equal treatment, make their own contributions, and survive better."

"Our lives have become more and more stable and advanced. We are no longer beasts, no longer those monsters that eat raw meat and drink blood. We have our own race, and you have to admit that we have indeed forged our own path."

As he spoke, he turned around again and looked at Igris, who was sitting in a chair with her legs crossed.

"Therefore, we will no longer try to create conflict with humans. We have achieved self-sufficiency and have our own economic system and breeding chain. What you should do is not resist us, but try to accept us and tolerate us."

But at that moment, Igris tapped on the bar table, interrupting.

“I’m eager to hear what you’ve done for this city and your beautiful vision for the future, but you must admit that you also pose a threat to humanity. Allowing you to live in the lower city is already the biggest concession we can make.”

"Of course, I certainly won't forget that."

He sighed, then sat back down in his chair, next to Igris.

"What I want to say is that everyone is content with their current lives, not just me, but every vampire living here, including the new leader, who will take over my position and better manage and maintain this city that belongs to us."

As he spoke these words, Igris could see the passion and hope in his eyes.

Perhaps he really wasn't lying; he was enjoying everything he had, enjoying this society where different vampires could coexist peacefully.

There was no struggle, no death, no disaster.

They don't need to attack humans to get their food, and they can even suffer from prolonged hunger.

They already have everything they've ever dreamed of, so now, all they want is to survive and continue living peacefully like this.

"Vampires are different from humans."

He raised his head, but his scarlet eyes showed no madness or danger, only calm.

"They are pure. When they have wisdom, they can easily distinguish what should be done and what should not be done. With reason, they can control the only desire that might get out of control."

"for example?"

"Appetite, that's all."

The bizarre stage play – The City of Gluttonous Bloodthirsty Enthusiasts: Chapter Twenty-Three, A Brand New Speculation

Igris wanted to believe him, and was willing to believe him, but no matter what position she took, Igris still didn't think that everything he said could be easily realized.

And most importantly.

"Do you really trust that newly appointed leader?"

Igris had never seen that vampire before, and even though the vampire in front of her did show friendliness and attitude, it didn't mean that other vampires would do the same.

Igris didn't want his attitude, nor was that her task; what she needed to ensure was the stability of the lower city.

"I trust him more than I trust any vampire."

Mirall shook his head, expressing his dissatisfaction with Igris's questioning, but he could understand it. After all, everyone would have such doubts. The position of leader was handed over to another vampire so easily. Was the other party really trustworthy?

“He is my own brother. We were born from the same sprout. He is my only blood relative. I trust him as much as he trusts me.”

He smiled as he spoke.

"Besides, if I hadn't kept insisting, he probably still wouldn't have taken the position. He doesn't crave power. Like the vampires here, he only hopes to live a relatively stable and happy life. That's why I feel at ease entrusting all my efforts to him."

"Then I wish you good luck."

Igris didn't intend to comment too much on the so-called brotherhood among vampires; she had seen too many brothers turn against each other. She only hoped that when everything happened, the ending would truly be as smooth as he had said.

"But I think if he really did something, you probably wouldn't just stand by and do nothing, right?"

"Of course, after all, this is my life's work, my city."

He smiled at Igris, which made it clear that he didn't actually intend to completely wash his hands of the business.

He lost his position, but that doesn't mean he has all the power, so he will still make sure the city continues to develop smoothly as before during this period.

"Then I have nothing more to say."

Igris stood up and gently stretched her body.

She was a little tired, largely because of the ten laps she had run during the physical fitness test.

Of course, Igris did not forget her other purpose for coming here.