Every time I wake up, I take the blame for the villain

Bloodthirsty murals.

Shining pearls.

Golden stairs.

Beautiful music.

Carved beams and painted buildings.

Elegant and extravagant.

Wine glasses, wealth and status.

Ubiquitous comparison.

This is the standard of this era, but this group of people hiding in darkness has developed it to the extreme.

They do have more time to do this than any ordinary person.

This is an indisputable fact.

While ordinary people are struggling to survive, such dark creatures with long lives wear gold and jade, and then compete with their peers in terms of titles and abilities.

The pointer has reached eight o'clock.

The pendulum rang eight times.

Grand Duke Sweet and Grand Duke Brands stood up straight.

Everyone's movements stopped involuntarily.

The slight sound of footsteps came from the corner of the stairs.

Dozens of eyes gathered here at the same time.

The figure of Dracula, whom they were looking forward to and curious about, emerged from the shadows.

This is a young former prince.

Elegant and precious.

He wore a black short coat with red edges, a white shirt inside, and his long hair was tied with a red ribbon. His skin was pale and he looked a little weak. But his eyes were like the dark night. When he swept across a person, he always felt that there was a bay of clear water in them, which kept attracting people.

What a beautiful pair of eyes...

After he looked at the whole audience, several female lords had a feeling that their dead hearts were revived and suddenly began to beat uncontrollably.

Oh... what beating, that must be a beautiful illusion.

As one of the blood clan, they all knew this fact.

Blood clans have a strange attraction to the opposite sex.

But for the first time, I knew that this attraction was not only for ordinary humans.

There began to be whispered conversations in the crowd.

This outfit was not as bright as the others present, but from the moment he appeared, no one could ignore him.

"Oh... Satan, dear Tasbena, look at him..." Countess Thule, standing in the corner, whispered to her descendant, "Beautiful eyes, slender figure, elegant posture, not inferior to the noble status of the Thirteen Clans, he is simply the most perfect existence in our perfect race..."

She put down the red goose down parasol in her hand and kept praising, pouring out compliments as if they were free.

Tasbena Thule was used to it. Her mother would always say something similar to the above before speaking about the son-in-law who met her heart.

Mrs. Thule's two hundred years of direct blood family, not transformed by the first embrace, her bloodline came from the Thule clan, and the lifespan of this clan was undoubtedly the longest among the blood clan. So she also looks very young. She wears a bright red lace dress, and her snow-white hair is all tied up with a shiny ruby ​​hairpin, with only two strands of hair hanging by her ears. She has fair skin, bright red lips, tall breasts, and a slender waist, which perfectly meets all the requirements of beauty in the current aesthetics. She is mature and charming.

Her descendant, Tasbena Tule, also inherited her beauty.

In addition to the first embrace, the vampires have another way of reproduction. Male and female vampires sign a contract to exchange all their abilities for a direct descendant to ensure the purity of their bloodline.

After having descendants, the vampires as parents lose their powerful abilities and only retain the attributes of longevity and photophobia.

Few vampires do this unless there is a necessary reason. Because they lose their abilities, they are easily hunted by the Church and werewolves.

Tasbena Tule looked at the man standing on the steps, her face slightly red, "Yes, mother. I can't help but admit what you said, he is an excellent existence."

Mrs. Tule's eyes lit up, "Oh, Bena, my dearest child. You are the only heir of me and my husband, and you have the purest bloodline of this generation of the Tule family. In my eyes, you are also so excellent. Come on, don't be careless, I believe you can make him fall at your feet."

Bena was a little depressed. Her mother would recommend some so-called excellent young nobles from various tribes to her from time to time. This overly appropriate care made her very distressed. She could only reply like this, "Has mother forgotten the legendary Princess Elizabeth?"

Mrs. Tule held a cup of sweet blood dignifiedly, took a sip gently, and sneered, "No matter what, isn't she just a weakling who can't even survive? It's impossible to combine with the noble blood clan. Even if she survives, the elders of the tribe will not allow her to taint the pure bloodline..."

Cool wind.

Bena raised her head and met the pair of beautiful eyes that they were praising, which were full of indifference.

Jiang Chen didn't like to be reminded of the things that the original owner did in the past, especially after he did such a deceptive thing.

Bena was stunned. She hurriedly lowered her head and persuaded herself that he didn't hear it.

In fact, it was not just them who were talking about him, many people were talking in low voices. At such a celebratory banquet, such talk was harmless.

Of course, he who was being discussed was undoubtedly the protagonist of this banquet.

Jiang Chen retracted his gaze and glanced at the lobby. He even took in these whispers, but he pretended not to hear anything. He had a standard formulaic smile on his face, no extra greetings, only the opening remarks that every noble would say, "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to my humble home..."

"Then I declare that the banquet begins."

He took the red liquid brought by the servant next to him and drank it all as the master.

Of course, this is real red wine, not something that the vampires rely on for survival. He is not a person who is not self-disciplined and vigilant, and he cannot persuade himself to eat blood.

Everyone has a bottom line to stick to. After coming to this world, Jiang Chen discovered this bottom line again. Eating raw meat and drinking blood, he really doesn't want to be associated with this word.

If he does so, he may have to worry about what irreversible sequelae will be left in his future life.

What's more, for a long time, the things that Jiang Chen hates most are death and blood.

Blood and death are equally disgusting.

If you ask him why he is so sure that there will be a future, Jiang Chen can only say that it is based on the experience he has gained over the years. And he can also be sure that the future of this existence will probably not be too idle.

After living for so many years and searching for so many years, Jiang Chen will not be unable to see these obvious so-called wills that are constantly targeting him.

The music sounded again.

He did not have a dance partner, nor did he have any intention of coming to dance.

This made many people frown. In any case, this behavior is really not polite.

As the host of this ball, how can he not bring a dance partner and not dance the first dance, especially in this most etiquette-conscious tribe.

Such a pure-blooded earl undoubtedly attracted the attention of the lower-level blood clan present. But he had no intention of integrating into this ball, which made people who had some purpose for him a little embarrassed.

This grand event was originally just a routine for the awakening of the blood clan. Jiang Chen had no intention of holding a party, nor did he intend to be the host. In the dance floor, Jiang Chen could not be sure what kind of drinks they would pass. In this case, he did not have to force himself.

The song ended.

The dancers scattered, some sitting and some stopping.

This banquet hall is large enough, with a dance floor in the middle, and octagonal chairs on both sides, each seat is covered with red velvet cushions, and the tassels hanging down are golden silk threads.

Red and gold, elegant and luxurious.

Everything here reveals the owner's elegant taste and sentiment.

Although this is a newly awakened owner, and this sentiment decoration has existed for a hundred years.

The waiter in the uniform black and white butler uniform carries a wine tray and shuttles around.

The wine tray contains a transparent goblet with bright red liquid in it.

For the blood clan.

Maybe it is tasteless wine, or maybe it is sweet and delicious, human blood.

The lights are bright.

It is rare for this castle to be so lively. Today, the waiters are also very dedicated. At least they did not lose the face of the earl who came here after a long sleep.

He sat in the corner and put a piece of cake that can only be used as a decoration in the blood clan banquet.

It tastes like chewing wax.

Really chewing wax.

Greasy, disgusting, and without nutrition.

The person who secretly observed him saw him put the cake in his mouth and immediately expressed this feeling. This feeling is something that new vampires will inevitably experience, because they are always curious about human food, or want to know if they can still eat human food.

He frowned slightly, without expressing his like or dislike verbally, but he put down his fork.

Mrs. Thule pulled her daughter to his table, raised the hem of her skirt and bowed, "Good night, Count Dracula."

Jiang Chen frowned slightly, and was already a little impatient with this banquet. But at this time, he still nodded and replied in a very consistent manner, "Good night, madam, miss."

In the last life, although he didn't find what he wanted to find, he didn't die inexplicably, and he always felt that his patience with these people had increased a lot.

He glanced at them and basically remembered the two vampires.

Mrs. Tule pulled Tasbena over, "This is my daughter, a descendant of the Tule family. I think the Earl would be interested in meeting her."

Jiang Chen's eyes fell on her, "Madam's daughter is indeed very different."

Tasbena's face flushed, and she was a little helpless. She could only reply, "The Earl is also very special."

Jiang Chen put on a Hua Manlou-style smile, and expressed his apology in a gentle and humble manner, which made it impossible to refuse, "Sorry, because I just woke up, I am a little tired now. Do you mind if I leave for a while?"

What else can Mrs. Tule say? Even if she knows it is an excuse, she can only sigh, "Oh... This is really unfortunate. I express my most concerned greetings to you, and wish the Earl a speedy recovery! Satan is with you."

Women of this era have too thin waists. This is regardless of whether they are human or vampire.

This is a deformed aesthetic that has been passed down a long time ago. It cannot be changed without time.

Jiang Chen looked away and nodded, "Thank you for your kind words."

He picked up his coat and calmly stepped onto the stairs again.

The author has something to say: Emmm, I suddenly had no inspiration during the day...

So, I was late again...