The past was built upon collecting unique characteristics.

Golden flames ignited at the broken edge, and the intense burning sensation instantly contorted the man's face. However, the excruciating pain did not lessen; instead, it intensified as the flames spread.

Seeing this, Charlotte couldn't help but look away.

Mr. Morian has his own ways of doing things... I'd better not interfere... the girl thought to herself, her expression somewhat subtle.

"This is your last chance. Next time it won't be just one finger." Morian held the short sword, his gaze fixed on the boy's right hand. "I'll ask, you answer, understand?"

"What do you want to ask?!" The vampire's face was filled with despair, and he asked in a trembling voice.

Satisfied with this answer, Morian sheathed his short sword.

As expected, the Great Memory Restoration Technique is still the most effective.

"First question, what's your name?"

The man was silent for a moment, but decided to tell the truth:

"...Harrison Hawthorne."

"Very well, then the second question." Morian nodded and asked in a deep voice, "What is your true identity?"

Real identity? What a strange question.

Upon hearing this, the man's expression suddenly became somewhat fanatical, and he said proudly:

"As you can see, I am different from those lowly humans; I am a person of noble blood... Ah!"

Before he could finish speaking, a dazzling light pierced the darkness, severing all the fingers of that pale right hand.

The horrific screams rang out again, and the man trembled violently, his body writhing wildly on the ground in agony.

The severed finger emitted wisps of light as it burned in the golden flames.

Only then did he truly realize that the young man before him was constantly suppressing the intense killing intent within him.

If I were to say even half a wrong word, I would face a fate worse than death.

"I didn't ask you to say anything unnecessary!" Morian shouted sternly.

"I understand... I understand!" The man completely broke down, his voice tinged with pleading.

"I'm asking you, why did you kill so many people? What was your real motive?"

"To satisfy desires, and also to fulfill the conditions for completing the ritual."

"We need to drink fresh blood regularly, otherwise we will gradually weaken and even die," the man said tremulously. "And the blood of young women is the purest and has the best effect."

Morian continued to ask:

"What kind of ritual? And what is its specific purpose?"

"I...I don't know either!" the bald vampire stammered, then quickly added, seemingly realizing his answer was inappropriate, "I was just following orders; someone orchestrated all my actions!"

Morian was not surprised by the answer; in fact, he was somewhat delighted.

Just as the two suspected, there was another mastermind behind the whole case, and it cannot be ruled out that the mastermind was also a vampire.

If we follow this lead, we might actually find a vampire whose identity is "Ancient Race".

"Who is the other party?" he asked, frowning.

The man paused, but upon seeing the short sword radiating a soft light, he gritted his teeth and spoke:

"It's an organization called the 'Moon Worship Group'!"

"Every Friday night, they would hold a gathering, a gathering of vampires..."

For some reason, he always felt that the short sword was radiating a light that instilled a primal fear in him.

"A moon-worshiping group?"

Morian repeated it in a low voice, then asked sharply, "Where is the gathering taking place?"

"This week's party will be held at Woodland Estate on the outskirts of the city, surrounded by fields of pumpkins and cotton!"

"But those who are invited to the party are all vampires who have been screened and verified in advance. Otherwise, they cannot enter their inner circle. The manor is just an external disguise."

The inner circle... Morian silently noted down the information.

In other words, if one goes there without the proper identification, one will not gain anything?

Forcing your way in is impossible; that would be a life-or-death situation.

With his current strength, if he were to face an attack from a large number of vampires, or encounter a high-ranking vampire, his situation would become extremely dangerous.

"So, were you invited to that party?" he asked casually.

"...I participated, but I was just a peripheral member," the man said self-deprecatingly.

"If you want to access the core content, you need to meet the promotion requirements of the gathering first, and then the organizer will evaluate whether you are qualified."

Morian's lips curled up slightly, as if he had obtained the information he wanted.

"One more question: how many years did you live?"

Lifespan?

"About... thirty-five years?" The man paused for a moment, then uttered the question hesitantly.

Before the other person could speak, he continued:

"I wasn't born a vampire; a year ago, I was just an ordinary human."

"The Moon Worship Clan granted me the Embrace, transforming me into a true vampire, but I must constantly drink human blood to survive."

Transforming ordinary people into vampires? A hint of astonishment flashed across Morian's eyes.

No wonder this guy is so weak; he's not a pure-blooded vampire at all, just a low-level bloodline that has been transformed.

True vampires, even if they don't drink blood for a period of time, will not experience any serious health problems.

It seems that to make contact with the vampires, we need to delve deeper into the clue of the gathering.

As I pondered, a vague idea gradually became clearer.

After asking all the questions, Morian slowly bent down.

Under Charlotte's watchful gaze, he forcefully plunged "Radiance" into the chest of this "vampire."

The man opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but could only watch as the blazing light pierced through his heart.

As a divine aura suddenly erupted, the screams abruptly ceased.

The mangled body lay silently on the ground, its pale face still frozen with the terror and despair of its dying moments.

Once the other party had completely stopped moving, Morian withdrew his short sword, his eyes cold and calm.

There is no reason to let this murderer, who has killed at least four people, continue to live, even if he answers all the questions truthfully.

Charlotte stood quietly to the side, her emerald eyes falling on the corpse before quickly looking away.

This was the second time she had witnessed Morian commit murder, and her feelings were still somewhat complicated.

Although these were all people who deserved to die, the impact of watching living people die in front of you is ultimately different from rational judgment.

What was the person thinking before they died? Did they regret what they did? Did they feel hatred because of it...?

"I'm sorry, did I make you feel uncomfortable?" Morian's concerned voice suddenly rang out.

"No," Charlotte shook her head slightly, "I'm just a little not used to it."

I'm still too weak... She took a deep breath, suppressing the subtle discomfort.