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In other words, the other person entered the room the instant he closed the door.

Since the opponent was able to silently evade so many super soldiers guarding the castle and appear behind him in such a short time, it meant that the opponent could completely eliminate him silently.

With such a powerful being, even if Josie cried for help, it would be of no use.

However, since the other party did not kill him immediately, it means that the other party was most likely not there to kill him, but had other purposes.

Well, then we can talk.

As far as Josh is concerned, he is not afraid of anyone who sneaks into his door and kills him without saying a word.

Although he said he wasn't afraid, he was already prepared to activate the Time-Space Belt at any time.

"Dracula Vlad, just call me Dracula!" The young man smiled slightly and gave his name.

Upon hearing that name, Josie broke out in a cold sweat.

Good heavens, how could it be this old man?

I killed that Dame Ellen before, shouldn't it be that bastard Nosferatu who stepped forward? How did I end up provoking this old man?

It turned out that when Josie saw the young man's clothes, she already had a vague guess in her mind.

After all, he had offended some people in Europe, and there were also those with super-soldier-level strength who liked to wander around in clothes from before the 17th century—it was just a bunch of vampires.

But in his mind, even if the other party wanted revenge, it would basically be a bunch of not-so-powerful high-ranking vampires, not much stronger than the ones Hugh Jones killed in America, and at most someone like Nosferatu.

How did it turn out to be Dracula, the true progenitor of the vampires?

That's illogical.

"Haha, it's His Highness Vlad! I'm so sorry for not welcoming you properly. Would you like something to drink?" Josie wiped the cold sweat from her forehead and said with a laugh.

“How about that 29-year-old Latour? I don’t think a tycoon like Mr. Kahn would be stingy with such a bottle of wine!” Dracula said with a smile, watching Josie’s extremely nervous expression with great interest.

Damn it, I got scared by the Ancient One before, so I'm going to get my revenge on you.

“Of course, it is an honor for it to be favored by His Highness Vlad!” Josie said as she walked to the wine cabinet and looked for Latour, which Dracula had mentioned.

Why do we need to look for it?

Because Josie doesn't usually drink, the wines in the wine cabinet in her study were collected from all over Europe by Ophelia and Lyndon Schneider, and then selected by Jia Ying and placed there, mainly as decoration, or for Josie to use when needed.

So Josh himself didn't actually know what kind of wine was in the wine cabinet.

"The third bottle on the first floor!" Dracula noticed this too and reminded him with a smirk.

Upon hearing this, Josie immediately took out the bottle of wine, opened it with the corkscrew on the wine cabinet, and then picked up a wine glass and poured it in.

Dracula shook his head at the sight of the mess; it was such a waste of wine.

A nouveau riche is a nouveau riche. Apart from being young, he really couldn't see anything special about Josie. Heaven knows why the Ancient One valued him so much.

As for the other party's worldly power and wealth? Would the Ancient One care about such things?

I don't understand!

“Your Highness Vlad, there might have been a tiny misunderstanding between us before…” Josie placed the wine in front of Dracula and cautiously probed.

“Mr. Kahn, you’re overthinking it. I’m not here for that matter. I won’t get involved in the squabbles between you juniors. I’m here for something else!” Dracula waved his hand and said.

Not because of Nosferatu? Josie was taken aback when she heard this, and the anxiety she had been feeling immediately eased.

As long as they're not causing trouble, that's fine. Seriously, a few low-level vampires died, is it really necessary to bring up this legendary figure to defend them? It's not like all the vampires are dead.

“I was being petty. So, Your Highness Vlad, what brings you here?” Josie asked again.

"Boeing is your company, right? How far has your aerospace technology progressed? If I wanted to order a spaceship that could fly out of the solar system, could you do it?" Dracula felt he had scared Josie enough, and who knew if the Ancient One would suddenly appear if he continued to scare her, so he directly changed the subject to business.

Dracula's series of questions completely baffled Josie.

What the heck? Dracula wants to commission a spaceship that can fly out of the solar system?

Good heavens! Vampires aren't playing with castles, coffins, or girls anymore; they're going to go space exploration!

Chapter 183: Sword of the King

"Um... if I heard correctly, Your Excellency Dracula, you just said you wanted to customize a spaceship that could fly out of the solar system?" Josie couldn't help but ask to confirm.

These days even vampires are getting into space exploration; is there no justice left?

“That’s right, I’ve lived for far too long, and I’ve already traveled to every corner of the earth. Everything on earth has become so boring to me, so I want to see what’s beyond Earth. This isn’t the first time your Boeing company successfully launched a satellite last year, sending things from Earth into space. So I’d like to know if you can build a spaceship that can travel beyond the solar system. I have a great interest in interstellar travel, and you should understand that I don’t need the complex supplies that you humans have to survive in space,” Dracula said leisurely.

“I see. Actually, Your Highness Vlad, you only need to send someone to inform Boeing’s European head. There’s no need for you to make a special trip. I’m truly humbled by this!” Josie nodded and said.

It turns out this person got tired of playing on Earth and wanted to travel to other planets.

Believe it or not, it's actually much easier for vampires to travel between stars than for humans. After all, they don't need to eat, drink, or relieve themselves, and if they reduce their activity level, they can live for a very long time with just a little blood.

The only problem might be the issue of ultraviolet radiation, but a set of UV-protective clothing and the corresponding UV-protective coating can solve all the problems.

Therefore, the cost of using vampires as astronauts would definitely be lower than that of humans.

As for vampires of Dracula's caliber, they could probably live indefinitely even without drinking blood, and ultraviolet radiation wouldn't even affect them.

For some reason, Josie always felt that Dracula's words were somewhat insincere.

Is it his illusion?

In the mirrored space, unseen by Josie and Dracula, the Ancient One frowned and waved her hand to create a mirror in front of herself. Looking at her face, which hadn't changed in hundreds of years, she questioned her existence—had she really become this terrifying? And yet another "old friend" was about to run away.

I was so kind, after all!

Why do these guys always misunderstand me?

“In fact, I had already asked someone to consult the head of Boeing’s European branch, but the reply was that it was a pipe dream, so I thought it would be better to ask you, the person who can make the decision, in person!” Dracula explained in the study. “As for the funds, there’s no need to worry. I’ve lived for so many years and have countless descendants. I think I can still come up with the money to build a spaceship.”

Very well, you're the head of Boeing's European operations, right? You're finished! I told you!

Josie immediately sentenced Boeing's European head to death in her mind.

While interstellar travel is indeed nothing short of a fantasy compared to the current technological level of Boeing, even with the technology of the Red Alert world, where Yuri was able to build a colony on the moon, it's still uncertain whether it could be successfully carried out.

Not to mention the world's industrial standards.

In this matter, the European official did not make any major mistakes!

But since you brought Dracula here, that's your fault.

Many things in the world sometimes just don't make sense.

But who is the head of Boeing Group in Europe again?

"Your Highness Vlad is indeed wise. Under normal circumstances, for Boeing Group to manufacture a spacecraft capable of interstellar travel would be extremely costly and very risky. However, I do have a very good opportunity for interstellar travel right now, and we can set off soon!" While thinking to himself, he rolled his eyes and came up with an idea.

"Oh? Tell me about it. If it's suitable, I won't be stingy with the reward!" Dracula's eyes lit up when he heard Josie's words.

"Among the guests I brought, there is a lady named Marwell. She comes from the Kree, a great empire in the universe..." Josie smiled slightly and directly betrayed Marwell.

Although we've known each other for a while, it's absurd to say we have a deep relationship with an alien.

So selling them is no problem at all.

Besides, it's not like I'm going to do anything to her; I'm just hitching a ride.

"Oh? You mean?" Dracula's interest was piqued upon hearing this.

“I’ll talk to her about this, but it’ll probably cost a lot!” Josie said after thinking for a moment.

He still needed to consider the specifics of how to proceed. Forcing Marwell would definitely not work; the difference in their civilization levels was too great. Josie couldn't be sure if Marwell had any backup plans, and if that led to retaliation from the Kree Empire, things would get messy.

Although Earth still has powerful guardians like Odin and the Ancient One, what if the Kree Empire is only targeting him personally for revenge?

Josie wasn't entirely sure these two would stand up for an ordinary person like herself.

It's hard to say whether he can be smuggled in. Josie couldn't judge Dracula's exact strength, nor could she be sure if Dracula could hide the various instruments on the Marville spaceship—the Kree Empire's instruments could scan creatures like Flerken, so they might be able to scan vampires as well.

Therefore, the best solution is to get Marville to agree to let Dracula accompany her.

Mar-Vell isn't actually prohibited from taking people from Earth to space, and there's no such law against it in Kerry; she just doesn't want to do it, otherwise she wouldn't have wanted to invite Carter in the first place.

Therefore, the key is to offer benefits that will entice Marwell.

The best outcome is when both sides are happy.

However, the benefits cannot be too great, lest they arouse the Kree's covetousness for Earth—after all, Mar-Vell is still relatively loyal to the Kree, and if the gifts are too good, the Kree might report it, and then we're doomed.

“Expenses are not a problem. As long as things go well, I will not be stingy. Besides, after I leave Earth, my vast business empire on Earth will need a successor.” Dracula immediately made his assurance.

Having lived for so long, Dracula naturally understood the intricacies of the situation and had no intention of going to Marville on his own.

After all, he's still on Earth, so it's best to follow the rules. He can go wild after he leaves Earth.

Hearing Dracula's words, Josie was slightly tempted. Although money had slowly become just a numbers game for him, who would complain about having too much of it? Besides, Dracula had lived for so long, his collection must be quite extensive.

"Oh, by the way, consider this little gift a wedding present!" Just then, Dracula waved his hand, and an antique-looking long box appeared on the desk in front of Josie.

"I'll be back at the same time tomorrow night, and I hope to hear good news from you then!" With that, Dracula's figure disappeared from the study.

The name "vampire" is truly fitting; they appear and disappear without a trace, just like ghosts.

Josie muttered to herself as she reached for the box in front of her.

They're not worried about any tampering with the box. Whatever tricks this big shot wants to pull, he can't stop him, can he?

The moment I touched the box, a chill ran through me; the entire box was made of stone.