A Night Visit from a Vampire (Part Four)
Inside the round hall, the vampires once again displayed their elegant side. They showed no resentment whatsoever toward the late arrival of their guest.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on the thick pool of blood and gore stretching from the seats to the floor, and the room fell into deathly silence.
Unbothered by the quiet, Fu Qian smiled and nodded, then openly held up the vampire's heart for everyone to inspect.
In most legends, vampires possess far greater vitality than ordinary people.
Unless they are completely destroyed, they are extremely difficult to kill. The heart in particular is said to regenerate quickly as long as it remains intact.
Of course, that wasn't true of the one in his hand.
The one who had sat here moments ago, trying to lure him into a trap, had clearly been a person of great importance among this noble race.
The title of Elder alone was enough to show that.
The feedback from his perception told the same story.
Fu Qian was quite certain that, in terms of vitality alone, the Elder had overwhelmingly surpassed Jacques.
Indeed, none of the nearly twenty vampires in the hall had been able to compare.
Judging by rank, he was at least above the level of a divine envoy.
And in Fu Qian's view, an existence like that was unhealthy for a low-key, laid-back race.
Just look at the atmosphere of the meeting earlier. It had clearly been anything but warm.
They had even blocked their specially invited guest, then pretended to invite him in, only to shut the doors and butcher him.
The "Dim Saw" from earlier had to be admitted as a remarkable method of killing. In the Elder's hands, it had been invisible and unstoppable.
Even the