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The sewers of the City of Blazing Sun were pretty spacious.

Well, that wasn't simple praise. It was just a heartfelt observation from Murphy.

At the very least, he'd never seen a sewer wide enough for several trucks to drive side by side. But now he had.

The secret-blood Grand Duke Hator Fran Malkavian's laboratory in the sewers was hundreds of square meters in size. It even had an over-the-top three-level layout, packed with all kinds of bottles and jars, as well as some mechanical research equipment. Murphy also noticed two beds in the lab.

One was luxurious and elegant, with a few discarded items of women's clothing on it. The other was so weathered it was practically falling apart.

Triss's expression turned strange when she saw the old bed.

She said:

"Didn't you clean up when you moved in? I threw that thing out nearly two hundred and seventy years ago, didn't I?"

"Well, I'm a traditional sort of person. I don't like moving other people's belongings around. At the time, I thought I'd better leave it there. What if that blood clan genius who made such a grand declaration back then suddenly came back one day?

"Couldn't exactly expect us to share a bed, could I?"

Grand Duke Hator replied in a teasing tone, making Triss's expression even more displeased.

That woman!

So what if she'd been young and reckless and tossed out a few threats in front of an elder? Every genius had to start somewhere. Why was Hator still dragging up this embarrassing old history?

Hator had such an annoying personality!

Triss grumbled to herself, but Murphy found the mysterious elder in front of him quite interesting. She was dressed in black and red, with a hood that kept her face hidden.

Though she kept making