Fang Zheng ran into quite a few acquaintances at the venue, which was only natural. Considering he was the organizer, he obviously wouldn't make his own people squeeze in with those fat shut-ins outside and wait in line to enter. So he had specially given everyone he knew in this world an internal ticket. With it, they could enter directly and set up their things without standing beneath the blazing sun outside. After all, that was truly unbearable for certain races...
For example, a certain Vampire...
"Phew... Mr. Fang Zheng, thank you so much."
Looking at Sophie, who was slumped in her chair like a corpse, Fang Zheng's eye twitched. Well, she was a Vampire, so making her come to a convention under the blazing sun really was asking a lot of her. But...
"Gabriel, what the hell is wrong with you?"
Seeing Gabriel leaning against Sophie, looking just as corpse-like, Fang Zheng couldn't understand it. Sophie was a Vampire. Why was an Angel like her acting half-dead here?
"Ugh... I stayed up all night fighting on the battlefield yesterday. I still haven't recovered. Let me rest a little longer..."
Gabriel weakly greeted Fang Zheng, glanced at Flandre beside him, then lowered her head and closed her eyes...
Useless. Completely useless!
Looking at the lazy Gabriel, Fang Zheng helplessly rolled his eyes. People entered early either to secure a spot or prepare their own booths. Yet she came in just to enjoy the air-conditioning and sleep?!
Still, Fang Zheng was rather grateful to Sophie.
The reason was simple. When he had first created Flandre, the Vampire images that had popped into his mind had been that bishop and Sophie.
There was nothing he could do about that. Before his rebirth, Fang Zheng had encountered plenty of Vampire-related culture and knowledge,