The plot of "Quick Transmigration: The Charismatic One Always Collapses" is incomplete.

The Vantor family was furious when they saw the unconscious Lyon.

That very day, Damian was brought before the highest court, whereupon his title was stripped and he was sentenced to imprisonment in eternal sleep.

For vampires, eternal sleep is equivalent to death.

The courtroom pronounced Damian guilty.

Even if the elders intervene, they cannot protect Damian.

Moreover, the elders would not risk offending Vantor to save a half-blood.

Wen Yubai was pinned to the defendant's seat by the guards, his face blank. He still didn't understand what had happened.

How did Leon end up at the harbor?

But the blood was indeed sucked by him, and the satisfaction he felt, both physically and mentally, cannot be faked.

188 was quite peaceful; compared to the previous world, this was nothing.

[It's alright, we'll figure out a way to escape and do a mission before the eternal sleep is implemented.]

"Um."

"Damian White, what is your defense for these crimes?"

Wen Yubai shook his head.

"According to Article 25 of the Vampire Restriction Regulations, anyone who violates the will of a noble and plunders the blood of a pure-blooded noble is considered to have committed a serious crime. You will be stripped of your earldom, all your personal property will be confiscated, and you will be forced into eternal slumber seven days later."

Just as the judge was about to bring down the gavel, a hurried voice suddenly burst in.

"etc!"

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound.

Lien stood at the courthouse entrance, his neck wrapped in gauze, followed by several servants who couldn't stop him.

"I did it voluntarily; he didn't force me."

Count Vantor's sharp gaze swept over his son.

"Lyon, who gave you permission to trespass into the courtroom and disregard the rules?"

Leon, his neck stiff, continued to explain, "Father, it was Kyle. He added an inducer to Damian's blood bag."

"I was worried he would lose control, cause riots, and undermine our peace agreement, so I went to him to help him..."

The proud Leon blushed and uttered the last two words in shame.

"ease."

Count Vantor's expression darkened.

But the old nobleman was unwilling to argue with his son in public; that would be unseemly.

He looked up at the courtroom, awaiting the judge's retrial.

The court fell into a brief silence.

After a moment, the chief judge slowly spoke.

"Given the emergence of significant new evidence in the case, the original verdict is temporarily suspended."

"Arrest Kyle Raven immediately and bring him to justice. A verdict will be made after the truth is ascertained."

The guards escorted Wen Yubai away. As they passed Lien, the man whispered something.

Don't think I'm helping you.

Wen Yubai glanced at him, and Li En immediately looked away in a panic.

The gauze on her neck swayed as she did so.

Wen Yubai's Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.

Wen Yubai couldn't remember what the harbor was like that day; he only had a vague impression.

Heatwave, restlessness, suffocating thirst, and the other's blood, like coconut water.

Cool and sweet.

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The matter was simple and crude, and the prosecutor in the court quickly uncovered the whole story.

Kyle will not only face severe punishment for framing the Earl, but he and his family will also bear the wrath of the Ventura family.

The importance that vampires place on pure-blooded descendants is no joke.

However, none of this has anything to do with Wen Yubai.

What he cared about was when he would be released.

Although vampires never mistreat nobles, and even in the prison cells they maintain the dignity of those in power, being imprisoned still makes one uncomfortable.

By the time they were released, it was already evening.

As darkness fell, the sun set behind the western mountains.

As soon as Wen Yubai stepped out of the gate, he saw a black sedan parked on the side of the road.

A young man in a silver-gray suit leaned against the car, looking somewhat impatient, glancing down at his watch every now and then.

Wen Yubai glanced at the other person's neck; the bandage was no longer there.

The skin is completely intact, without a single scar.

Vampires have amazing self-healing abilities.

He looked away, took out his phone, and was about to contact the housekeeper to come and pick him up.

Damian.

Wen Yubai looked up and saw Li En waving at him.

trouble.

He pretended not to hear.

The other person, however, was oblivious and slipped to his side, stretching out their arm to put their arm around his shoulder.

The force cannot be refused.

"Get in the car."

Wen Yubai frowned, trying to push him away. "What are you doing?"

"I'll take you home."

"Are we that close?"

Lien narrowed his eyes, his tone displeased, "You're trying to pin this on me, and I haven't settled the score with you yet."

Wen Yubai had a headache, so she had no choice but to get into the car with him.

When they arrived at the White family castle, the butler was already waiting at the door. When he saw Wen Yubai get out of the car, he quickly came to greet him.

"Master, you're back."

The butler caught sight of Wen Yubai's companion and bowed respectfully, "Young Master Fan Zhuo."

Lien stepped into the castle, glanced around, and chuckled softly.

"Tsk tsk, this painting is a fake, isn't it? The White family is really getting worse and worse."

"This carpet, made in the North? It's a pity the weaving is so rough; which third-rate workshop did you get it from?"

"The design of the wall lamp is fine, but the material... tsk, look at this crystal, it's full of impurities."

They were chattering away, quite noisy.

Wen Yubai smirked, "Knowing so much, why didn't you become an appraiser?"

"I'm just stating the facts, why are you so upset?"

"Yes, it can't compare to your magnificent home. Go home now, young master Vancho."

Wen Yubai was too lazy to argue and walked straight past him, not caring whether he followed or not.

Lien snorted, and seeing the other person walking further and further away, a look of annoyance flashed in his eyes, and he quickly followed.

The two went to the living room on the first floor.

The butler brought tea and snacks.

"Young Master Vancho, this is Ceylon black tea and butter waffles. Please enjoy."

Lien took a bite and showed a slight look of disgust.

"It tastes awful. I'll have someone send you two cans of the royal special edition tomorrow."

The butler looked at his master with a hint of embarrassment, apology, and self-reproach.

Wen Yubai raised his foot and gently kicked Lien's shin, his voice turning cold.

"Get lost if you say another word."

He then said to the butler, "You may leave now; I have something to discuss with him."

The butler nodded. "Yes."

After the butler left, Wen Yubai leaned back on the sofa and asked, "So, how are you going to settle this score?"

He pondered whether the Vantor family wanted the mines, the territory, or the business.

Given the appetite of the Van Tuo family, they might not be easy to deal with.

Leon coughed awkwardly, then said forcefully, "You sucked my blood last time, and this time, I'm going to suck it back."

Wen Yubai was stunned for a moment, then fell silent.

He was of mixed race, of inferior blood, and to pure-blooded nobles, he tasted no different from bitter Chinese medicine.

Is Lien living too comfortably and wanting to experience some hardship?

Seeing that he remained silent, Leon became displeased and threatened, "You're unwilling? Do you know the consequences of offending the Vantor family?"

Wen Yubai sighed, "Alright, just this once."

He got up, sat down next to Leon, leaned forward slightly, and exposed the side of his neck.

Leon's Adam's apple bobbed.

So close.

He had always looked down on this count whose bloodline was impure, but now that he was closer, he realized it.

This mixed-race person had exceptionally beautiful features, with thick eyelashes that, when lowered, resembled hooks, making it impossible for Leon to look away.

"Aren't you going to bite?" Wen Yubai was getting impatient and looked up at him.

Lien snapped out of his daze, lowered his head, and his lips touched the skin on the side of her neck.

He heard Wen Yubai hiss as the fangs pierced the blood vessels.

Then it sucked the blood down its throat.

"It's so bitter."

The young master had never tasted such bitter blood before, and couldn't help but frown.

As soon as his lips left his, Wen Yubai immediately leaned back to create distance.

Lien was unhappy again.

"I haven't finished smoking yet."

Wen Yubai reached out and touched his neck; the small wound had begun to heal.

It doesn't hurt much; when the vampire fangs pierce the skin, they release a substance similar to an anesthetic.

He crossed his arms and slumped onto the sofa.

He wore a "don't push your luck" expression on his face.

"We agreed on just once."

Leon was furious and sneered, "You think I care? It tastes awful."

"Serves you right, who told you to drink it?"

"you!"