"Greece was the birthplace of Dark Magic. Vampires, werewolves, Goblins, mummies, dark elves... naturally, all sorts of figures from the dark world gathered here. Still, vampire money was the easiest to make."
The uncle bared his teeth in a grin, revealing the fake sincerity of a businessman.
He glanced around, then whispered to Moriarty, "Werewolves are violent, mummies are hard to communicate with, and dark elves are arrogant. But vampires are different. Long-lived species have notoriously poor memories. They sleep too much, often forget how many gold coins they have, and they don't keep accounts either. Haha."
The waiter brought over three drinks. The uncle took the red Bloody Mary, Moriarty pushed the clear lemonade toward Lilith, then took small sips of the amber Long Island Iced Tea.
Lilith saw the waiter's pale wrists and sharp fangs, and her eyes widened. "Moriarty, they're—vampires?"
"You noticed thirty seconds earlier than I expected, which means your mood hasn't been affected." Moriarty glanced at her and said softly, "Obviously, this is a vampire bar!"
"Cool~" The young lady, who dealt with laws all day long, became even more excited. She drank her lemonade while looking around everywhere.
The uncle downed his drink and Potion in one gulp, then smacked his lips in satisfaction. "More precisely, the waiters here are half-blood vampires!"
Lilith was somewhat surprised. "Vampires have pure-bloods and half-bloods too?"
"Yes." The uncle nodded. "Half-blood vampires are also called dhampirs. You can think of them as Europe's mixed-blood wizards. Most of Shengbo Salan's vampires are half-bloods."
"But the owner behind Shengbo Salan is a pure-blood vampire, also known as an aristocratic vampire. According to my grandfather, he's a Vampire Archduke who has lived for over seven hundred years."
"A Vampire Archduke?" Moriarty picked up the topic, his words carrying deeper meaning. "Not