Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 196 The Vampire Under the Moon

Russell wore a smile on his face, but inwardly he was cursing.

The Duke's family is a behemoth in the Solomon Empire, no less powerful than the royal family. He, a mere Sequence Six, is not someone to be trifled with!

Russell used his exceptional social skills to maneuver and probe Zarathustra, a process that lasted for over an hour.

The meeting between Roselle and Zarathustra resulted in a mutually beneficial cooperation, and they looked forward to a bright future together.

"Damn it! You old monster, trying to trick me!" Rosell returned to his room, placed one hand on the silver plaque, and spiritual energy surged forth, forming a spiritual wall that covered and isolated the room.

This is one use of the silver medal he developed: by using its inherent "concealment" property to create a spiritual wall, it can effectively conceal oneself and prevent prying eyes.

"Hmph, from now on, I'll beat up every 'fortune teller' I see!"

He subconsciously forgot that he was also an expert in divination.

But if you can be a charlatan yourself, then others should be punished for doing the same thing!

"Write something in my diary to calm down!" Rosal pulled out his diary again and wrote down many of the guesses he had gotten from Zarathustra.

"This old monster is at least a demigod, he's a bit difficult to deal with." Rosell was still a little scared.

His extraordinary connections extended far beyond the "Church of Craftsmen" and certain nobles; Zarathustra was just one of them. He even became quite familiar with a few followers of the "Cult of Dreams" through some whimsical ideas, knowing all too well how remarkable a demigod was.

This is something he cannot resist right now.

"Form alliances and build friendships with more noble families after arriving in the capital."

But he was in a dilemma. His status as a fallen nobleman was not enough to impress these great nobles. Only his sixth rank was somewhat respectable.

"This is so difficult! Maybe I should find a countess or a marquess? But that's difficult too!"

However, once he enters Sequence Six, the progression of the sequence will slow down abruptly. His previous progression of one sequence per year had already caused some opposition within the church.

"A bunch of lazy bums, you'll get what's coming to you sooner or later!" Rosell sneered.

The mechanical ship, equipped with extraordinary items, sails the great river and can reach the world's oldest city in just two days.

As night fell, Russell stepped out of his room, the lights on the mechanical ship illuminating the interior.

He went up to the deck, where the evening breeze was blowing in his face. The blood-red moon was reflected in the river, creating a unique beauty.

His mind had cleared considerably, but he was still somewhat apprehensive about the trip to the capital.

"Zarathus, Antigonus..." Being drawn into the struggle between these two ducal families also made Roselle feel a little disheartened.

"Hmm?" Rosell noticed another woman on the deck, and with some kind of intuition, Rosell instantly recalled the woman's body measurements.

"She's my type..." Rosell blinked. Of course, as long as she was pretty enough, he liked her.

Russell went back to his room and found several understated yet luxurious gold ornaments, as well as a few extraordinary items with minimal negative effects, which he then put on himself.

He was confident in his appearance, but these things really enhanced his charm and charisma.

He strolled up to the woman and, as if by magic, produced two wine glasses filled with swirling, blood-red liquid.

"Beautiful lady, I feel you're missing this glass of fine wine."

Upon hearing this, the woman turned around, her bloodshot eyes fixed on Rosell.

Rosell's heart skipped a beat, momentarily stunned by the woman's beauty, but at the same time he also realized her identity.

Vampires, also known as bloodsuckers!

The most glorious period in the recorded history of this race was probably the Ternsost Empire in the Quaternary period.

However, the Terensust Empire has now been divided up by several kingdoms, and the vampires, as "remnants of the previous dynasty," are naturally in a bad situation. Indeed, a group of vampires have come to settle in the Solomon Empire.

"I never drink alcohol." The vampire woman's blood-red eyes looked at Rosell, her gaze drifting to Rosell's neck out of the corner of her eye.

Rosell felt a chill run down his spine from that look.

But such difficulties were nothing to him. He was just a Sequence 7 vampire.

I wonder what it's like to be a vampire...

"That's a pity," Roselle said calmly as he poured the wine into the river. "Then let it be offered as a sacrifice to the blood moon in the water."

The Blood Moon is the embodiment of the vampires' beliefs.

"Very good, you've successfully made me remember you." The vampire lady looked at the blood moon in the water and chuckled.

"It's my pleasure." Russell downed the other glass of red wine in one gulp, displaying his nonchalant style.

The rest of the story is too cliché, just the affected and pretentious stuff between two lonely men and women. In the end, Roselle ends up in the vampire lady's room.

The people on this mechanical ship built by the "Church of Craftsmen" are all wealthy and noble, and most of them are extraordinary. Naturally, each person is provided with a room for rest.

"I'm going to the restroom first." The vampire woman lightly touched Rosell's chest with her slender fingers, her cool, moist body almost touching Rosell's.

"Go ahead." Rosell felt a breath lingering around his neck, tickling and very comfortable.

"Wait for me." The vampire woman's blood-red eyes burned with intense emotion.

Russell remained calm and nodded slightly, already quite adept at handling such situations.

"A vampire? Ha." The woman looked young, but she was probably over a hundred years old.

"This vampire is quite adept at playing the game; I feel like I've been hooked by her." Roselle sat on the fragrant bed, lost in thought.

"The moon is beautiful tonight." Rosell stood up and walked to the window, looking at the blood-red moonlight outside.

Boom!

Rosell inexplicably heard his own heartbeat.

His pupils contracted sharply, and he instinctively reached out and pressed his hand against the silver badge on his chest.

The silver medal seems a bit off right now.

Russell immediately took a pocket watch from his pocket, his eyes darkening, and began to divine with the help of the silver medal.

"I will be in danger tonight..." After uttering these divination words three times in a row, the pocket watch in Roselle's hand suddenly spun a full circle to the right.

This means he will encounter something extremely dangerous tonight.

Russell: !!!

His intuition was right; this time, he might be the one getting caught...

Could it be that this vampire's husband is a high-sequence demigod?

Rosell blinked. It wasn't impossible. If he really was asleep, he might face the deep malice of a demigod.

Goo!

Russell is preparing to run away.

Pre-divination is a good habit, and it has helped him avoid many dangers. Now he is ready to trust his divination.

He put away the pocket watch, his expression unchanged, and walked towards the door, preparing to open it and make his escape.

"Honey, where are you going?"

(End of this chapter)