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

"The Duke of Klaus?!"

Lien flashed away almost instantly, shielding Wen Yubai behind him.

Cedric's gaze swept over the documents that Leon was clutching tightly.

Despite having captured the intruder's owner, he showed no anger whatsoever; in fact, he asked with interest:

"Did you two find what you were looking for in my study?"

Just as Lien said, he would take the blame if something went wrong.

He immediately took on the role of the mastermind.

"Your Grace, as a loyal subordinate of the Prince, I must take the liberty of visiting your castle."

Cedric raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"

"You are the mastermind behind the East City vampire riot. The viscount who was pushed out is just taking the blame for you."

"The documents I have are the evidence!"

Cedric chuckled softly, offering a reminder tinged with pity.

"Why don't you turn to the next couple of pages and take a look? The young master of the Vantro family."

Lien's heart sank, and he hurriedly looked down to flip through the documents.

On the very last page, the name of the viscount who took the blame was clearly written in the property ownership section.

Cedric said slowly, "The viscount's incriminating evidence is merely kept by me, and isn't it too arbitrary to convict me based solely on a document?"

An invisible pressure suddenly spread out, but he still maintained a faint smile on his face.

Wen Yubai and Li En stood frozen in place.

Just then, a cloud of black mist suddenly rose up.

As the black mist dissipated, a tall and imposing figure came into view.

"Father?!"

Lien was both surprised and anxious. Just as he was about to step forward, he was given a cold glance by Count Vantor.

Count Vandro turned to Cedric, bowed slightly, and spoke with just the right amount of apology.

"It was my child who was impolite and offended Your Majesty the Duke. I hope that you will forgive his rudeness this time for the sake of the Vantor family."

"Father, it's actually him..."

Count Vantor interrupted Leon's words with a sharp voice.

"Lian, don't be so presumptuous."

Cedric looked at Leon with an tolerant expression, as if he were looking at a naive junior, and spoke in a gentle tone.

"It's alright, I understand. It's only natural that Leon has always harbored resentment towards me because of Lady Fiona."

Fiona is the wife of Count Vandro and the mother of Leon.

Count Vantor's expression darkened slightly, but he quickly suppressed it.

"Your Grace is too kind. You were merely following the rules back then."

"Lian is just missing his mother so much that he has mistakenly transferred his past regrets onto you."

He abruptly changed the subject, cleverly framing the "investigation of the mastermind" as "a junior venting personal grudges," and added:

"The red wine in our cellar has just finished aging and its flavor is more mellow than in previous years. I've asked the housekeeper to select some of the best wines to send over for you to enjoy at your leisure."

Cedric smiled and nodded. "Count Vandro is too kind."

"Then I will not disturb Your Highness's rest any longer. I will take this child back and discipline him strictly."

As Count Vandro spoke, he raised his hand, grabbed Leon's wrist, and forcibly dragged him away.

Lien wanted to speak, but his father silenced him. He could only turn around and look anxiously at Wen Yubai, his eyes filled with worry.

Wen Yubai felt that he had really made a stupid mistake, how could he have believed that Lien was reliable.

Now look what's happened; the other party has a powerful father, while I don't.

However, he felt that the Grand Duke would not kill him.

He was, after all, an earl, and his father had died saving a prince.

Killing him at this time would obviously arouse the suspicion of the elders.

Only Cedric and Wen Yubai remained in the study.

Cedric didn't rush to Wen Yubai. Instead, he went around to the desk and sat down, tapping his fingers lightly on the surface.

He shouldn't have come back at this time.

Unexpectedly, the elders eliminated several key strongholds he had set up ahead of time.

Although they didn't find any evidence against him, they disrupted his plans.

What's even more annoying is that he also ran into these two audacious little mice.

Fine, there's one left, let him vent his anger.

An immense pressure, as if it were tangible, pressed down on Wen Yubai.

Wen Yubai's knees buckled, and he crashed heavily onto the carpet.

"Your Grace, I..."

Before he could finish speaking, an invisible force gripped his neck, gradually increasing the pressure.

His face flushed red, and he was finding it increasingly difficult to breathe.

Cedric watched him struggle, a flicker of emotion crossing his eyes.

As the young man struggled, the corners of his eyes reddened, and his eyelashes trembled wetly.

Even though he was almost suffocating, there was still a hint of defiance in his eyes.

Vibrant and tenacious.

It would be such a waste to kill them like this.

Hmm, what other value does he have?

The gripping force suddenly dissipated.

Wen Yubai collapsed to the ground, clutching his neck and coughing violently.

Cedric stood up, walked over, grabbed his chin, and forced him to lift his disheveled face.

Wen Yubai's eyes were full of vigilance and resentment. She forced herself to remain calm and proud and slapped Cedric's hand away without any politeness.

"open!"

Cedric chuckled softly, showing no anger whatsoever, and instead leaned forward half a step.

"You're being very rude, you know that?"

"He broke into my study, peeked at my things, and fooled around with that kid Lean."

He paused, as if an elder were giving a lecture.

"Your father saved the prince back then; he was a loyal subject of the vampire clan."

"From both a moral and legal standpoint, I cannot watch his son be so reckless and go astray."

Wen Yubai coughed until his throat was hoarse, but he still gritted his teeth and retorted, "I didn't peek at your things, and it's none of your business."

"That's not up to you."

Cedric straightened up, looking down at him.

"From today onwards, you will reside temporarily at Klaus Castle. I will personally teach you what rules are."

Wen Yubai was in a daze and subconsciously obeyed his command.

Cedric raised his hand and patted twice.

The study door opened in response.

Two servants in black uniforms walked in with their hands at their sides and deftly took Wen Yubai's arms.

He was led to a guest room.

The head maid placed a cup of blood and a clean nightgown by the bedside and curtsied.

Good night, sir.

The hypnotic effect didn't dissipate until the door was closed.

Wen Yubai called out 188 in his mind.

"188, there's no scene where Cedric lets me stay overnight, is there?"

188 checked the plot and found no inconsistencies; the second male lead and the female lead's progress is currently normal.

It's alright, staying at Klaus Castle will make it easier to access the second story point.

Wen Yubai breathed a sigh of relief. He unbuttoned his shirt and walked to the full-length mirror.

A faint red mark stood out against her fair skin.

It was shocking; the pinching was really brutal.

Unbeknownst to him, this scene was witnessed by a duke.

He watched as the young man touched the mark, frowned, and let out a soft hiss.

Does it hurt a lot?

Did he lose control of his strength just now?

Cedric had no opinion that he was wrong; the vampire world showed no mercy to the weak.

If you can't even withstand this much force, you can only blame yourself for being too weak.

He reached out and flipped open the business reports on the table, his eyes landing on the dense text.

After a while, he twirled the cigar between his fingers, and his gaze drifted uncontrollably to the tablet screen.

He had seen many vampires die tragically.

Some were pierced through the heart by silver bullets, some were baked alive by the sun, and some were chopped in half by axes.

He appreciated the aesthetics of violence, but unfortunately, after seeing so much of it over the course of his long life, it became uninteresting.

But at that moment, Cedric had never felt that anyone, in their dying moments, could be as glaringly intense as the young man before him…

It's alluring.