"Send this batch of artworks to the farm for storage first."
Baelgong was directing the clan members to pack and transport the last batch of intact items.
By now, the castle had been completely cleared away—only a flat stretch of land remained.
For the vampires of this clan, rebuilding the damaged castle would be less suitable for their artistic pursuits than leveling it completely and constructing a new one from scratch.
"Baelgong."
Just then, a figure slowly descended from the night sky. When the enormous bat wings folded and then vanished, they revealed an exceptionally handsome face—the vampire Bazby, whose beauty could rank among the top five in the Torredo Clan.
"Bazby, you finally came back." Baelgong smiled. "Looks like you went through quite a lot in this short day."
It was obvious that Bazby had changed into fresh clothes. Changing clothes meant that the original ones had either been unsuitable or damaged. That was why the Acting Grand Duke had asked.
"I did encounter quite a few things. I was just about to report to you." Bazby walked up to Baelgong. "While I was inside the rift, I encountered the active Lost Fangs. For some unknown reason, Lost Fangs stopped moving, and a vast region of dense fog appeared around it. It seemed to be protected by some kind of power, making it impossible to enter."
"Hmm... I understand." Baelgong nodded, seemingly unconcerned about what had happened in the rift. Instead, he said, "Since you're back, I can leave this place for the time being."
"You're... going out?" Bazby frowned.
Baelgong answered casually, "I arranged to meet a few old friends. I need to go to the present world for a while. It's somewhat urgent, so I'll leave things here to you for now. Don't worry. the Golden Dragon