“I don’t want to enter a pointless argument with you.” The old voice wasn’t afraid at all, and said blandly as usual, “I will take Bloody Moon. For today’s matter, the House of Dracul will owe you a favor.”

“Leaving just because you say so? Do you think this place is still the House of Dracul’s Holy Blood Pond?” Yue Congrao said calmly, “If you want to go, fine. I’ve heard that the Dracul have a treasure called Marathon. If…”

“Heh heh heh…” Auschwitz finally barked out a dry laugh, “Don’t you think your appetite is too big?”

“Marathon… In order to gain it back then, the House of Dracul joined Greece’s pantheon houses on a 200-year-long expedition. Five members of our house surpassing Grand Duke died, but we only obtained a third of it. If you are going to open your mouth, do you really think you can bully our family?”

As he spoke these last four words, his voice was already rising in pitch. In the next moment, within the red fog all around, swarms of red bats sprung up and shook the sky with their screeches and flapping wings. Like an ocean, they surrounded the entire space.

No sound emerged. Yue Congrao and Auschwitz...